pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Chapter Two!
Once the boys had been sure Apple had fallen asleep they had discussed their new traveling pal. Both had been kind of weary of her, but Sam had still felt like they could trust her. While Dean had usually tried to trust his little brother's feelings he still found himself to be unsure. There had been something about her that made Dean kind of weary. When they had picked up the petite girl, it had felt as though something more were coming with them. It had been as as if something big were about to happen because of her. He had had no way of knowing what though, so he had attempted to brush it off as paranoia.
]"I don't know Sammy. Don't you think it's a little weird just happening to see her taking a nap on the side of the road?"
"Dean, we've been stranded on the side of the road too, you know? Hell, I've tried hitchhiking before."
"That's not the same Sam. You can't always trust girls you meet on the side of the road. Hello, Meg ringing any bells in that head of yours?"
"Okay, you don't trust her, I get that. So, we'll make her drink holy water, if she reacts to it like a demon then problem solved."
Dean had let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face before he had looked over at his younger brother. Sometimes he had felt like he was talking to a brick wall. "Fine Sammy," Dean had answered a few moments later.
X - X - X - X
"Apple. Wake up."
Something had once again poked her side. Seriously? There had been no need for him to continue poking her. "We there?" she had asked, her voice had sounded a little raspy.
"Yeah. Come on. We got a room already."
She had climbed out of the Impala and taken a moment to stretch. Once that had been accomplished she looked to Dean who stood and waited. She had tilted her head to the side as she studied him. After a few more moments had passed, Dean had turned from her and walked into the motel room. Apple's fingers hand had run through her fingers as she followed Dean's path.
"You thirsty?" Sam had asked her once she had entered the room.
He had tossed a bottle of water her way and Apple had reached out and caught it. It was as she had been unscrewing the top that she had noticed the protective seal was already broken. "What'd you do to it?" she had asked, an eyebrow drawn up in question.
"What do you mean?" he had asked as he feigned innocence.
"The seal was broken. What'd you do to the water?"
He had looked at her for a moment before he had looked at Dean, his eyes had pleaded for help. Dean had simply shrugged his shoulders; he always had loved to watch his brother squirm. Oh the joys of being an older brother. Sam had always been able to lie to everyone, it had just been a part of the job. It had been kind of funny that he could not lie to this particular stranger, well at least Dean had thought so. It had looked as though Sam's resolve had finally vanished because he shrugged his shoulders and had given Apple that patented puppy dog look of his. "We just had to make sure you weren't a demon, so we blessed the water."
Apple had looked semi amused as she took a sip of the water. She had guessed you could not be too careful when you were a hunter, especially if you were the Winchesters. Every demon had seemed to be after the pair. "It's alright. I understand."
"So I'm hungry. Sammy, get us some sandwiches." Dean had said from the bed he had moved to. His body had been laid out on the bed, he looked as though he were the picture of ease and relaxation. Dean had reached into his pocket and threw the Impala's keys to Sam before he rested his hands behind his head.
Sam had heaved a sigh before he had caught the keys and walked out of the motel room. Apple had not been able to stop herself from laughing at the scene. She had walked to her bag and picked it up as Sam closed the door and headed to the bathroom to change. She had wanted out of the jeans that confined her lower body. After she had fished out a pair of boxers, a black muscle shirt, and put her hair up into a ponytail, she had looked at herself in the mirror. Not too bad. She had only needed to wash her face and she would be good to go.
"I forgot what having a girl around was like. Hours in the bathroom," Dean had remarked as Apple had stepped out of the bathroom.
"That was like, ten minutes tops." She had shot back as she stuck her tongue out at him. She had walked to the bed opposite Dean's and had sprawled out on it.. It had felt so good to be in a warm bed. Apple had snuggled up to one of the pillows as she watched Dean mindlessly flip through the television channels. Nothing had seemed to be on.
X - X - X - X
Apple had not even remembered her eyes closing, or falling asleep.. At all. But somehow she had ended up on Dean's bed, underneath the covers, while Sam slept in the bed she had originally been in. He had shot out of bed and had turned his hazel eyes to the alarm clock. Both Apple and Sam had looked over at Dean as he tied the laces on his boots.
"Rise and shine Sammy, Apple."
Sam had looked over at Dean, almost appalled at the fact that Dean was so chipper so early. Usually, he had been pretty dead to the world until he had his coffee. "Asia?" Apple had asked as her blue eyes moved to the alarm clock in shock. She had not heard that song in forever.
"Yeah, come on. You guys love this song, and you know it," Dean had said. He had nodded his head in time with the beat as he mouthed the words. Apple had thrown a hand over her mouth as she had tried to fight back a laugh. He had been such a nerd.
"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself," Sam had replied with a scoff as Dean turned up the music.
]"What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you."
Apple and Sam had exchanged a look and laughed. What the hell had gotten into Dean? As Sam had climbed out of bed, Apple had laid back down. She had watched as Sam grabbed a shirt and jeans before he had met his brother in the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. Apple had not been able to fight the feeling of belonging. It had been like being a part of a family again, one that had actually accepted her.
"Whenever you're ready, Dean," Sam had said to his brother ten minutes later. He and Apple had stood by the door and waited for Dean so that they would be able to leave.
"This yours?" Dean had asked as he looked at Sam and held up a black bra. Sam had gone bright red as Apple glared at Dean.
"Put it down Dean," she had said, her arms crossed over her chest. That had not amused her at all. And Dean had done just that, but not before he let out a soft whistle. Finally he had grabbed his gun and the group headed out.
"I'm ready for some breakfast." He had announced as the trio walked out of the shared hotel room.
X - X - X - X
"Drive safe now, Mr. Pickett."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Apple had noticed another young man at the counter as they entered the diner. She had watched as he counted out change to the waitress. She then had informed him he would not be able to stay unless he ordered something. The kid had seemed a bit jumpy if you had asked Apple. He had counted out just enough change and ordered a cup of coffee. He had been lucky he had enough. Dean, Apple, and Sam had slid into a booth. Her stomach had let out a rather loud grow and both boys had looked at her. "Sorry, I haven't eaten alright?"
"If you would've gotten up when we tried to get you up, you could've had your sandwich." Dean had informed her before he looked up at the menu. "Hey! Pig n'a Poke!"
"Do you even know what that is?" Sam had asked. He had then looked over at Apple as if to apologize for Dean's child like behavior. Apple had just smiled, to be truthful, she had thought it was kind of cute; in a strange way.
After Dean had given them a slightly confused type of look, the waitress had appeared, ready to take their orders. "Yeah, I'll have the special, a side of bacon, and coffee," Dean had said with a smile.
"Make that two coffees, and a short stack," Sam had added.
Apple had smiled up at the waitress as she turned to take her order. "Well, I guess make that three coffees, and two short stacks." The waitress nodded at the small group before she had left to give their order to the kitchen. God, Apple had been so hungry. Pancakes had sounded so good. Her head had snapped up as the two boys conversed; she had no clue what they were on about.
"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Dean had said as he leaned back against the red vinyl booth, his arm stretched out right behind Apple's neck. He had turned to face her with a grin. She had simply shrugged him off and continued to listen to the conversation.
"Okay, yeah, let's get right on that. Where is she again?" Sam had replied sarcastically.
"Shut up."
"Believe me, I wanna find her as bad as you do. But in the meantime, we have this," Sam had said as he pulled out a few papers from his pocket.
"So this professor...," Dean had begun as he searched through the papers.
"Dexter Hasselback. He was passing through town last week when he vanished," she had supplied as she searched the papers as well.
"Last known location?"
"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Brower County Mystery Spot." Sam had replied as Dean flipped through the brochure. The place had looked kind of odd, and it definitely looked like a tourist trap. It could not have been real, could it have?
"Where the laws of physics have no meaning?" Dean had read aloud, disbelief had colored his tone. Sam had shrugged and Apple looked away as she had noticed the waitress had been headed toward them.
"Three coffees. And some hot sauce for the..." But she had not been able to finish her sentence as the hot sauce fell to the ground, the glass had shattered as it hit the floor. "Whoops! Crap." The waitress had offered the three of them a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry. Clean up!"
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"That was an eventful breakfast. Thank you, by the way," Apple had said.
"No problem. You're going to have to earn your share though," the older Winchester had replied.
"I think I can do that." There had been plenty of things she could have done. Apple had never been one for credit card fraud, she found it to kind of lame. Then again, she had found herself using it in extreme desperation. Most of the time she had stuck with hustling pool and darts; darts being her specialty.
"Awesome. Sam, you know joints like the Mystery Spot, are only tourist traps, right?" Dean had once again taken the papers from Sam and leafed through them. "I mean, you know, balls rolling up hill, furniture nailed to the ceiling? The only danger is to your wallet."
She had had to agree with him. He had been right about places like the Mystery Spot. Apple had found it to be kind of amusing how some people made their money; what had been even more amusing was how easy it was for people to fall for things like that. She had ran a hand through her light brown hair as she looked over the brochure again.
"Look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and just swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle. The Oregon Vortex." It had been Sam who had the point this time around. But this place had not exactly sounded legit, but who knew. There had been a large possibility they were all wrong.
"Brower County Mystery Spot?" Dean had asked incredulously.
"Sometimes these places are legit." Apple had argued as she tried to help Sam out. It had been the biggest lead they had had at the time, why not at least check it out?
"Alright well if it is legit, and that's a big ass if, what's the lore?" he had asked. He had shot both Sam and Apple a look. She had not thought he was too happy about all of this.
"Excuse me." Another voice had said as the voice – a moderately tall blond - pushed her way between Dean and Apple. Well. She had watched with amusement as Dean looked back and checked her out. Such a typical guy.
"The lore's pretty freaking nuts actually. They say in these places the magnetic fields are so strong, they can bends space time, sending victims...who knows where," Sam had continued on. He had seemed to have completely ignored the blond intrusion.
"Sounds a little X-files to me," Dean had scoffed
Apple had not been able to stop herself from laughing at Dean's reply. It had been pretty right on. All of this had sounded a bit strange, even for them. They had passed two men, movers she had guessed, who had tried to fit a big desk through a door. "I told you it wouldn't fit." She had shaken her head as they continued past them.
"Look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out. See if it really is something."
They had stopped at the end of the street and waited to cross. Dean had seemed to weigh his options for a minute or two. "Alright, alright, we'll go tonight after they close. Get ourselves a nice long look," Dean had agreed. This one battle had been won and the trio had been able to go on with the rest of their day.
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"I've got a bad feeling about this," Apple had muttered immediately as they entered the building dubbed the Mystery Spot.
Sam, Dean, and Apple had walked into a room that was painted with a black and green swirl. They had stopped for a second to take everything in before they had moved on to a bigger room. It had been too weird. Dean and Apple had both looked up to see that there was furniture on the ceiling, just as he had said.
"Wow, uncanny," Dean had said with a shake of his head.
All Apple had been able to do was roll her eyes and say, "Get over it." She had left Dean's side in favor of walking beside Sam as he scanned the area with the EMF meter. "You find anything Sam?"
"No," he had replied as he turned the meter off.
"Do you have any idea what you're looking for?" Dean had asked as he had come to a stand still beside the pair.
"Uh. Yeah," his brother had replied before he had had to stop himself. "No," he had replied with a shake of his head.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Another voice had said, it had shaken with fear and uncertainty. The trio instantly had turned around, guns drawn to face the voice.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We can explain," Dean had tried, his voice low and calm. It had actually surprised Apple, she did not think she had ever heard him speak like that. It had sounded as if he wanted talk a suicidal person down from a ledge. Then again, she had supposed he wanted to get this guy to put the gun down.
"You robbing me?" the older man had asked.
"Nobody's robbing you, calm down," Apple had said calmly. She really had not wanted to get shot. As a matter of fact, she had not wanted anyone to get shot.
"Don't move," the man had yelled at Dean.
"I'm just putting the gun down," Dean had said. Before anything else could be said, the sound of a gun shot had shaken the air. What the hell?
"Dean!" Sam had called out. He had gotten down on his knees and wrapped his arms around his brother. It had taken a few minutes for Apple to take in what had happened. She had gotten on her knees beside Sam, and checked Dean's wound.
"Go call 9-1-1!" she had yelled.
"I didn't mean to," the man had said, his voice wavered.
"Now!" she had ordered. Apple had watched as the man took off, she had prayed he got to a phone fast. "Dean, come on," she had whispered. Tears had formed in her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks. How could she have had so much attachment to the man she had just met? Apple had had a feeling if Sam and Dean had switched places, she had been sure she would half felt the exact way. It had not fair.
"Dean, you can't die on me. Come on Dean." And before anything else could have happened, Sam and Apple had looked into Dean's lifeless eyes.
"I'm sorry Sam. I'm so sorry."
[bohemian rhapsody - queen]