"A djinn?" Ryan questioned as she pulled on her boots.
"Yeah. And not just one. I'm guessing that since we killed one… the others are coming for vengeance. I don't know why else they'd be attacking us like this," Sam replied.
Samuel nodded, and inhaled. He stood against a table, looking down at the ground. Ryan watched him suspiciously, wondering what was eating at him. It wasn't as though they'd never dealt with djinns before, she wasn't sure why he seemed so stressed about it.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked after he exhaled through flared nostrils.
Something was up. He tore his glare away from the floor to look in her in the eye, and for a few seconds, he was completely silent. It was almost as if he was speaking to her without saying anything. She tried not to let it, but it scared her. After what felt like at least a minute, he looked to Sam.
"We're gonna have to tell him, Sam." Samuel said, and at that, Ryan knew exactly why he'd been staring.
She was going to have to finally find out just why they'd been keeping her from Dean for so long. Her jaw clenched as she looked up at Sam, who was returning the glance. Everyone's eyes seemed to be on her. Why was this such a big deal? What were they so afraid for her to find?
"Well, good. Let's go," she attempted to order, and stood up.
She pulled her leather jacket over her white tank top and threw Sam the keys to his car. No one had moved, and everyone was still looking at her.
"What? Dean was a part of killing that djinn, which means they're gonna be after him too. We need to find him and warn him. And we don't need to be wasting time here staring at me, so let's go," she ordered again, getting impatient.
"Maybe you should stay back, Ry," Sam said hesitantly, knowing that the response he was going to get wasn't going to be a pleasant one.
Ryan found herself almost laughing. She took in a long breath, wishing that Dean was around to calm her down. Her fist tightened, but she wouldn't show it. She needed to be calm, she didn't need them to know that she would fall apart if they didn't let her come along.
"Sam, stop it. All of you, stop it. I know that there's something you don't want me to know and I know that whatever it is… it's the reason why you don't want me going. But I swear to god, if you don't take me with you in that car, I won't be here when you get back. And you won't ever see me again."
Sam looked at her with pained eyes. It was obvious that he was just trying to protect her, but she didn't want his protecting anymore. She didn't care if she'd end up disappointed, hurt, or heartbroken. She just needed to see him. She needed to touch him, she needed to know he was still real.
"Don't make me do that, Sam. Please," she pleaded, her weak walls coming down with every passing second that they weren't in the car on their way to Indiana.
"Okay," was all he said, and as Samuel opened his mouth to interject, Sam put up a hand.
"No. If she wants to come, she can come," he said, and turned back to Ryan.
"But don't say we didn't warn you."