Chapter 14

I winced as Dean finished the last stitch and grabbed the bottle of vodka that he had used to clean the wounds and took a couple chugs. He wrapped gauze around them gently, taping the ends.

"That was intense." I said, falling back on my bed.

"Getting stitched without any anesthesia?" Dean asked.

"Well, yeah that. But I was actually talking about doing our first complete hunt." Dean nodded, moving to his own bed and turning on the television. "What happens next?"

"I don't know." Dean answered. "We find another job, I guess."

"Should we call your dad and see if he has one for us all ready?" I asked. Dean shrugged.

"I'll call in the morning." He said, looking at the clock. I looked too and was surprised to see it was almost three in the morning. Time must fly when you're locked in a classroom with a vengeful spirit. I sat up and rummaged through my bag, taking out my pajamas and going to the bathroom to change. I locked the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror.

I took off all my clothes and checked all over my body, wincing when I realized how many tiny cuts I had gotten. I hoped they wouldn't scar, but I knew the two that Dean has stitched would scar. I sighed as I noticed that all the small cuts had all ready dried and formed scabs which meant that they would heal quickly. I was thankful for that.

I changed into my boxers and a tank top and left the bathroom. Dean had all ready shut off the lights but was still watching T.V. I noticed it was Oprah and he quickly changed the channel. I smirked and I tossed my clothes on top of my duffel and crawled into bed.

"Can you change it back to Oprah until I fall asleep?" I asked. I knew he secretly watched Oprah whenever he could, but he would never admit it.

"Why? Does hearing big black women give away stuff for free help you sleep?" He asked sarcastically, but switching it back anyway. I just shut my eyes and ignored him.

"Night Dean," I whispered.

"Night Rose."

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I woke up the next morning when Dean entered the motel, dressed and ready to go. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was still early.

"Why are you up?" I asked while clearing my throat since it was still laden with sleep. He grinned and held up a bag that I guessed has breakfast in it.

"I got you breakfast." I groaned.

"Bullshit, it's only nine." I sat up. "You never get up by yourself this early."

His smile faltered and I could have punched myself. Dean was freaking out over his family leaving. He was just trying to hide it from me.

"Do you need to talk?" I asked. He rolled his eyes as he put the bag on the table. There goes his wall again.

"No," he said, "do you need to talk?"

He was being sarcastic so I ignored him and went over to the table to eat my breakfast. As soon as I used my arms to steady myself in my chair all the pain came back to me and reminded me of the other night.

"Ow," I whined, plopping into the chair and looking at my wrapped up arms. Dean came over and started to unwrap one of them.

"I got you some pain killers for your arms, too. We didn't have many left but I knew you'd be popping them as soon as you woke up." I smiled in thanks. "These aren't as nasty as I thought last night. I'll be able to take the stitches out in a couple weeks or so."

He was about to wrap my arm back up but I shook my head.

"Might as well leave it off. I'm gonna take a shower once I'm done eating." He nodded and sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Dad called this morning," he said after a while. I looked up at him but he was keeping his gaze on the television.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said that he was working on something that was going to take a while, but if he found any jobs he'd send coordinates. He said that for now we should scope stuff out for ourselves." I nodded and went back to my breakfast.

So that had been what woke him up.

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Once I finished my breakfast I took the gauze off my other arm and got a change of clothes and went to take a shower. It killed me how upset Dean was because of the huge fight between Sam and John. I knew that Sam was going to leave anyway, but I thought he'd wait until the end of the summer and I thought that maybe John would have warmed up to the idea. Dean was definitely torn, not wanting to choose between the two but having to follow his father. It was who Dean was.

I came out of the shower and put my pajamas in my duffel, taking my clothes from the other night and threw away the t-shirt. It was too trashed from the cuts but the jeans were manageable so I put them in the dirty clothes duffel. I noticed that Dean was on my computer.

"I swear if you're on I'm going to rip your balls off." I threatened, glaring at him. He looked over at me like he was offended with the accusation.

"I'd never!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the gauze from the nightstand and tried to wrap my arms. It was difficult and Dean must have noticed so he came over and helped. He took the gauze from me and gently wrapped it around my arms.

"I was actually trying to find us a job," He said, taping the first arm. He started wrapping up my other arm.

"Did you find one?" I asked. He shook his head.

"You should look, though. I'm not very good on the computer." I laughed.

"Probably because the only thing you know how to do is," he interrupted me.

"If you say what I think you're going to say, I'll," this time I interrupted him.

"You'll… what?" I asked, smirking at him. "What do you think you could do to me?"

He glanced up at me as he cut the gauze and pressed his finger a little harder onto one of my cuts.

"Son of a bitch!" I cried, pain searing up my arm. "Why the hell would you do that?"

"You didn't think that I would do anything. I had to prove you otherwise." He smirked, taping up the gauze. I grabbed the scissors, tape and gauze from him with a glare and stuffed them back into the first aid bag. I went to sit in front of my laptop and was pleased to see that he really had been looking for jobs. And none of the keys were sticky. I did a search for recent deaths in the nation and looked to see if there were any patterns.

"Finding anything?" Dean asked. I clicked on a link.

"Maybe," I said. "5 people have jumped off the Grand Canyon and fallen to their deaths in the last month."

"Wow," Dean cringed. I looked up.

"Coincidence?" I asked. He stared at me with his eyebrow raised.

"Is it ever?" He asked rhetorically.

"Very true," I said, closing my laptop.

Grand Canyon, Arizona

"Do we have to climb to the very top?" Dean whined, breathing heavily behind me. I rolled my eyes. "I mean, isn't there a shuttle that we could have taken?"

"We've barely walked a mile and a half." I said, smirking. "Are you really that out of shape?"

He glared at me and picked up his pace. I grinned, knowing I'd get that reaction. Now he wouldn't whine and he'd go faster than a snail.

"So what are we looking for?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Could be anything, although this doesn't seem very demon worthy." He added. I nodded.

"Not unless the demon has some way of making the people walk off the edge into the canyon," I said. Dean glanced at me.

"That's true; have we ever dealt with a demon that could do that? A demon that could convince someone to kill themselves?" I shrugged.

"Remember the demon we were after during that whole homecoming ordeal?"

We climbed to the top where the guest center was, plus a restaurant. Dean and I ate a quick lunch and headed to the guest center. The bell ringed above us as we opened the door and we were greeted by a ranger.

"Hello," he said, shaking our hands. We smiled. "Can I help you?"

"No, we're just killing time until the shuttle comes." I answered, looking around. There were lots of things to attract tourists to buy in here, plus maps and other random things.

"So what do you think about all the people walking off the edge?" Dean asked the ranger. I pretended not to listen as I looked at the cute stuffed animals. I really wanted the coyote. Ooh, or the road runner.

"It's tragic; nothing's happened like this since I've been a ranger here." He answered. "And each one was so quick too. One minute they were talking with their friends and family and the next thing you see, they're jumping off the edge. All of them were men, too."

"I hope it's not affecting the amount of visitors." Dean said.

"Actually it's brought more people out here, which is nice. I just wish we could get more people to come because of the canyon itself, not because of the suicides." Dean didn't say anything so I guess he nodded and walked away.

"See anything you want?" I turned and saw a different ranger. I was still holding the small coyote in my hand.

"Maybe," I said with a smile. She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"I hope you find what you're looking for." She walked away and I stared after her. That had been weird.

Dean came over to where I was and I put the coyote back on the display.

"Something doesn't feel right," he said quietly. I nodded. "Let's go wait outside for the shuttle."

We sat on a bench that was slightly shaded from the sun and I checked the times. The shuttle would arrive in ten or so minutes.

I scratched my shoulder and looked at Dean.

"Will you please open up to me?" I said. He looked at me confused. I sighed. "You have a giant wall that nobody can climb over or break through and soon it's going to crumble down on you."

He raised his eyebrows.

"That was one hell of an analogy." I rolled my eyes. There goes that wall again. He shifted in his seat and I just crossed my legs.

Fine, if he didn't want to talk about it then that was the last time I'd ask.

"All right," he sighed. "I'm mad as hell at Sammy for leaving and I'm mad as hell at Dad for telling him not to come back. I'm pissed at Dad because he left us without so much as a word of where he was going and I'm worried about where Sam is and if he's okay."

I watched him as he bent forward and rested his elbows on his knees and rested his forehead on his palms.

"I'm worried sick about the both of them. I miss them but neither of them answer their phones when I call. I'm beginning to think that Sammy ditched his phone all together."

He sat back against the bench again.

"I don't know what to do anymore." He said quietly. I scooted a little closer and rested my head on his shoulder, hoping to give him some comfort. I subconsciously registered his usual smell and I felt him tense for a second before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"We're gonna be fine." I told him. I felt him sigh as the hot air bounced off the top of my head.

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Woohoo! I finished my 100 page script, and it is pretty awesome if I do say so myself. And tomorrow starts the month of May which means regular Sunday (maybe + Wednesday) posts and hopefully lots of flowers. There was way too much April rain for me. I didn't post this past Sunday for a couple reasons, one of which was because I was way behind on my script, but the other was because I didn't get an awesome amount of reviews :( Hopefully I'll get more this time (and from now on, *crosses fingers*).

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter. What did you think they're going to be hunting this time? Leave me some amazing reviews and you'll find out :)