I closed my eyes, the speakers vibrating through my bones of the rhythm of Metallica. I took a deep breath and pictured my brother in mind. I could only get a glimpse of him with a shorter man, with a really nice suit. I huffed, throwing my book in frustration. I wanted Wes to be next to me.
"Hey, you alright?" Dean immediately asked, looking at me through the mirror. I jumped at his question, forgetting that he and Sam were still in front of me.
"I just want Wes." I whispered, fighting back tears. Dean nodded, understanding.
"That reminds me! How did you know where Wes was?" Sam asked, turning around to get a glimpse of me. He rested his chin on the seat, waiting patiently for me to respond.
"I just knew." I reached down to grab my journal, allowing myself to hide my face from Dean. Sam didn't argue, and I let out a breath, glad that he accepted my answer.
"How far are we from Iowa?" I opened my journal and started doodling in the margins.
"We're about an hour out." Dean replied.
"Uh, Dean?"
"What Sammy?"
"What are we going to tell Dad?" My head shot up and the worry on Sam's face was obvious. I looked over at Dean, and he just stared at me through the mirror.
"Well, we need to play our cards right."
"What do you mean?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
"You already talked to Dad earlier, remember? When he gets left out, he tends to focus on every detail that you did wrong so he can kick your ass for it."
"What does me talking to him have to do with it? I didn't do anything wrong."
"Oh, sweetheart. You lied to him. It doesn't matter how you spin it, he's going to see it that you lied to him instead of telling him what was going on. Granted, I told you to which is why when Dad sits us all down, you are going to keep your mouth shut and let me do all the talking. Got it?"
"Okay." I mumbled, relieved that I wouldn't be in trouble with Dean for once. He gave a weak grin, and turned up the radio.
"Shit!" I groaned, earning a glare from both Sam and Dean.
"Watch your language, squirt." Dean growled, but he immediately blanched when I held my phone up that was flashing Dad's name across the screen. "Dammit. Let me see your phone." Dean grabbed my phone before taking a deep breath.
"Winchester." Dean answered cooly. I smiled at his calmness. "We are about five minutes from Ackley, Iowa." I watched Dean throw a wink in my direction and I couldn't help but smile back at him. "We're on a hunt. Yes sir, I apologize for going on a hunt without telling you. It was an emergency. It really is an open/shut case so we should be in and out in 24 to 48 hours. Sammy and I can handle them, Dad. Yes sir. Yes sir."
Dean mumbled yes sirs every once in a while and I knew Dad was reaming him out over the phone. Finally he flipped his phone shut and turned to look at me and Sam. "Well, he's pissed that we are going on a hunt. If we can keep Dad from knowing the shit going on with Wes, maybe we can keep him from blowing a gasket and killing us all. If the situation gets out of hand or there's something else wrong, then we'll tell him what's going on but the way I see it is we have 9 hours before he hits Iowa. Jen, did you notice anything in your conversation with Wes? Was he with others, is it packed with demons? What are Sammy and I about to walk into?"
"Um…Well, Wes said that he was training with Crowley. When I got a glimpse of where he was, he was just with him so I don't really know what to expect."
Dean pulled up to a broken down warehouse 100 feet away, and began grabbing his gun to put inside his jacket. "Stay put."
"Are you kidding me?! Wes is my brother! I'm not going to stay in the car, Dean. That's bullshit!"
"You are going to stay in the car Jennifer." He warned. Dean slammed the car door open, turning back to me. "As a matter of fact, I order you to stay in the damn car. If you even crack the window, I'm going to beat your ass. Understand?" Dean's jaw was tight, and I scowled angry that I was such a coward. He put his hand on the back door and I quickly responded "Yes sir." Dean nodded in approval and Sam threw a quick comforting smile, and followed Dean towards the building. I growled, throwing my journal once again across the impala. I should have known Dean would never had let me followed them in.
It felt like ages had passed before I noticed the bright glow from the windows of the warehouse. "Wes!" I yelled out, quickly running towards the building. I slammed open the door and my jaw dropped at the scene before me. Wes was limp on the floor, Dean and Sam leaning over him. "Is he alive?" I whimpered, frozen in my tracks.
"He's alive. This guy just saved him." Dean glanced up and I followed his gaze to a man in a trenchcoat.
"Hello Jen." Castiel sighed.