My jaw dropped at the scene-taking place before me. There was an Asian woman who was bending in a way that no human should be able to. I cocked my head to the side when the guy threw her on the bed. Maybe she's in trouble? I thought, not understanding why she laughed.
"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING?!" Sam cried, immediately slamming the laptop shut. He lifted me off the couch, swatting me all the way to the kitchen chair. It wasn't hard enough to make me cry, but it did sting. He grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and slammed it down in front of me. I glared at him, my eyebrows scrunching together. Sam stuck his jaw out with his arms crossed, glaring at me. He pointed swiftly at the paper before me. "Lines. Now." He ordered.
I scoffed and picked up the pencil. "What am I supposed to write?"
"I will not look up bad things on the computer!" Sam's voice was a little higher than normal. I wasn't sure if he was angry or shocked with me.
"It's not my fault! Dean was the one who looked it up first!" I muttered angrily, rubbing my eyes.
"Dean is an adult! You have no business looking that stuff up!" Sam scolded, his voice crisp.
"Whatever." I mumbled through my teeth. I quickly stole a look at Sam and let a breath out when he didn't seem to catch it. I picked up my pencil and started to write. "Hey Sam?"
"What?" I could hear the frustration in his voice.
"What was he going to do to her?"
"Stop talking and write your damn lines."
I could hear Dean and Wes laughing as they came barreling through the door. They both stopped at Sam's posture and look on his face. "What's got you in a twist, Sammy?" Dean chuckled.
"You." Sam squinted his eyes angrily, jabbing his index finger in Dean's chest.
I watched as the smile wiped off Dean's face. "You can drop the bitch face, Sammy."
"Yeah Sammy!" Wes piped up, laughing. I couldn't hold it in anymore; instead I started giggling when Sam turned his attention to Wes, which didn't fault his attitude any.
"Yeah Sammy!" I repeated, giggling.
Sam turned his head to me and immediately I stopped my laughter and went back to writing my lines. He resembled Daddy too much for me, and honestly after the ass kicking a few days ago, I'm not planning to get a trip over anyone's knee and I wasn't too confident Sam wouldn't do it.
"Seriously, Sammy. What's goin' on?" Dean popped the beer open and took a swig, his attention on Sam.
"Your nine-year old sister was watching porn on my computer. Apparently, she took to looking up the history and decided to watch what her big brother was." I watched as Dean blanched for a second, before straightening up.
He glared at me, "Rule six—no throwing me under the bus, squirt." I nodded and Dean winked. "You know, curiosity is going to kill you one day if Dad doesn't."
I blushed and wrote the third line. "When you're done with that, you can go run with Sammy."
"Yes, Dean." I mumbled.
"Hey, Dean?" Wes pulled up a chair beside me.
"What's up?"
"How long will Daddy be gone?" Wes took the candy out of his pocket, handing me half of his twizzler.
"I don't know kid." Dean ruffled his hair and went over to the stove. "You guys want a burger?"
Wes scrunched his face and looked over at Sam, who was skewering in the corner. "I can make us a sandwich." Sam responded, smiling at his little brother. Wes smiled.
You're in a great mood, I told him.
I really am! I dunno, it just seems like it will be a great day.
I don't want to do these lines anymore.
If you finish, maybe I can talk Dean into letting us shoot or something?
Okay! With that I smiled, and began to write my lines faster.
"Dean, I know that you don't want us hunting but do you think we can learn how to shoot?" Wes put on his sweetest voice, grinning his Winchester smile.
"Maybe." Dean replied, turning back to the stove.
Let's go outside. Wes jumped up out of the chair, dragging me along with him. I smiled sheepishly in Sam's direction but he didn't seem to pay much attention as he and Dean were in a conversation.
We barreled out the door, and Wes grabbed the basketball from the backseat of the Impala. He bounced it in my direction. I wonder what's going to happen when they have to go on a hunt. Wes contemplated.
We'll have the whole motel to ourselves!
I dunno. I mean, they'd have to take us with them right?
Meaning we'll get to hunt! I grinned, throwing the ball back towards Wes.
So, when you had dreams what were they about? I focused on Wes as his eyes dropped to the floor.
You've been dreaming too?
Started last night, he admitted. He threw the ball back towards me. Well, kind of. I realized last night that it was that kind of dream.
Was it Sammy?
No. It was a man named Crowley. He said he needed to train me for a war in the future.
But Sam and Dean weren't in your dream? I sighed, bouncing the ball back to him.
Not in this one. I thought they would be from what you were saying, but it was just Crowley.
Are you going to tell Dean and Sammy?
No. If they flipped out for you talking to Sammy, they're likely to murder me for meeting with someone I don't even know.
I don't really have a good feeling about this.
Well, don't say anything.
I'm not you Wes. I know when to keep my mouth shut. He glared at me, throwing the ball hard into my chest. I chunked it back at him just as hard, and he returned it as hard as he could, but unfortunately I ducked at the last second. My jaws dropped as I watched in horror as it bounced off the Impala, cracking the windshield.
"Holy shit." I gasped, running over the window.
"I didn't think I could throw it that hard!" Wes panicked, and we both froze like deer in headlights as Sammy opened the door, still talking to Dean laughing.
"Food's ready!" He walked away, leaving the door open.
Sam didn't look, Wes let out a huge breath, and he quickly threw the ball back in the car. He dropped the fear on his face and headed inside. Do not say anything. He turned and glared in my direction. Don't look guilty.
Okay. I rolled my eyes, scowling. We ran inside, shutting the door behind us. Wes jumped in his seat, causing Dean to whirl around from the stove. "Whoa kiddo, you need to settle down some."
Sam set down a plate in front of Wes, grabbing his glass. "You want milk?" Sam asked, opening the mini-fridge.
"Yes please." He answered.
"Jen?"
"I'll have a beer?" I smiled, earning a scowl from Sammy and a smirk from Dean.
Sam poured another glass of milk and set it in front of me too.
"Alright, let's dig in." Dean said as he placed both of our plates down. My jaw dropped with how huge the burger was. It was bigger than my face! I picked it up, the smell phenomenally beautiful. I blushed as my stomach let out a huge growl and took a bite. It was heavenly. I smiled and thanked Dean, with Sam responding with disgust.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Jen." He scolded. I shook it off and continued eating my burger, making a mess.
"Squirt, you want to go running with Sammy or me?" Dean asked, taking another huge bite of his burger.
I started to respond, but with Sammy's eyes on me I continued chewing and just pointed to Dean.
"We're going to the park, so we'll take Baby since it's quite a ways away."
My eyes widened and Dean stared at me with a quizzing expression. JEN!
I immediately flinched and looked over at Wes, guilty.
"I'm not even going to ask." Dean got up and put his plate in the sink. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get my shoes out of the trunk."
Wes and I glanced at each other. "Wait! Dean, I could go get them for you?" Wes blurted out. Dean raised a brow, glaring from him and finally he rested his glare on me.
"Squirt, you got something you need to confess?"
Not trusting myself to speak, I shook my head and immediately cursed myself, knowing I just threw myself under the bus along with Wes. How did we expect for Dean to not find out? Were we planning on keeping him from going outside forever?
"I don't know what you guys did or are up to, but I will figure it out." Dean smirked, shaking his head. He opened the door, shutting it behind him.
Wes paled, waiting for Dean to throw the door open and kill him. "What did you two do?" Sammy spoke up, causing both of us to jump.
"We broke the windshield." Wes mumbled.
"We?!" I yelled. "I didn't do it, you did!"
"Well, I wouldn't have done it if you weren't being a jerk!" He pouted.
"That's enough." Sam chided, his expression stern. He stood up, motioning for us to follow him. We both followed closely to Sam, holding onto the back of his shirt. He opened the door and all we saw was Dean standing in front of Baby, frozen.
"Dean?" Sam's hesitant was clear as he strayed out of Dean's reach.
"Son-of-a-bitch." He whispered. I blanched, nearly peeing myself at the dark anger in his voice. Wes and I peeked out from behind Sam and flinched when Dean took a step towards us. The big brother in Sam made him take a step towards Dean, but Dean just stopped and growled at the both of us. "You," he pointed angrily at me. He skewered in silence, his anger simmering in his eyes. "Wes. Both of you. Corners. Now. I'll be back."
"Dean, where are you going?" I cried out, burying myself behind Sam again when he turned his anger towards me again.
"I'm going for a run. If I were you, I'd listen and get my ass in a corner."
"Yes sir."