I do not own SPN, or any of its stars. I do own Athena and the Idea though. Tell me what you think about Athena's nickname? This is just the first part of Chapter Four. I'm not done yet. Reviews are welcome and appreciated!
Chapter Four:
I woke up in the middle of the night to yelling. I looked up through the net of black hair across my face, and looked over to the two beds that were occupied by my brothers. I'd lost to rock paper scissors to Sam by rock. He'd gotten paper, therefore had gotten the bed while I had to take the uncomfortable couch that smelled faintly like taco meat. You never knew what you were going to get in the cheap hotels.
I located the mumbled shouts coming from Sam's bed. "Jessica," He mumbled in a yell. He was having a nightmare, he had one at least every night. Dean never woke up, he was a very heavy sleeper. Swinging my legs off the couch, I touched my toes to the worn out carpet that had weird stains and smells on it. Standing up and brushing the crazy hair off of my face, I walked up to the queen sized bed and climbed in. He fought the blankets, a thin sheet of sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, and kept mumbling, "Jessica."
"Sammy, Sammy. C'mon wake up. It's just a bad dream." I said slightly shaking him. "Wake up, its okay." I shook him one last time when suddenly he gasped and his eyes popped open."Ant?" He asked, tears still streaming down his face. "Yeah, its okay, Sammy. It's just a dream," I said as I leaned my back against the wall, stretching my legs out in front of me. He rolled over, threw his arm over my legs, then layed his head in my lap.
I rubbed his back as he sobbed silently onto my pajama pants. "Do you want me to go back to the couch?" I asked after his cries had quieted down. He shook his head, and clutched me closer. I kept rubbing his back and started humming 'don't worry about a thing,' by Bob Marley.
Slowly his breathing went steady, and I knew he was asleep. I jerked my head over to the alarm clock on the beside table to see what time it was. The clock read Two thirty in the morning. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I tried to sleep.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
That was how Dean found them six hours later. When he sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and rubbed his eyes, he looked over at Sam's bed. He saw that Sammy had a hold of Ant at the waist and, Ant's arms were around his shoulders. Both of their heads were touching, and they were sleeping peacefully. This was not the first time Dean had woken up to find this, in fact, it was almost every morning.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
I woke up to the sound of the shower and the toilet flushing. Letting go of Sammy, I sat up and stretched, popping my back. Unraveling Sammy's arms, I slid out of the bed, and stood. I went and banged on the door. "Come on, Dean! Don't use all the hot water!" I yelled, and continued banging until he opened the door fully clothed. "There's still some," He said with that crooked grin. "There better be," I growled out and grabbed the duffel at the end of the couch, then closed the bathroom door behind me. "Gah!" I choked as I cracked the bathroom window open to let fresh air in.
"What crawled up into you and died?" I yelled through the bathroom door, and tried not to puke. Yeah, I was on the road with a bunch of guys, and yeah, I know they do things like this, but damn. Couldn't they let me go first or, at least be human enough to at least spray?
"Last's night dinner!" He yelled back. Ignoring them, I put the shower on the hottest it would go, then quickly grabbed the shampoo and conditioner out of my duffel, and hopped into the shower. After I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, I quickly shut off the hot water to conserve some of it for Sam. Fifteen minutes later, I came out fully dressed, and a half asleep Sam went in.
My usual dress was jeans, combat boots, and a tank-top. My hair was always pulled back, and I always had a silver dagger shoved into my boot. "Check this out, I think found us a job." Dean said from the table, holding up the newspaper. "Where?" I asked, opening the fridge and getting a bottle of water. "Rockford Illinois. Maybe a hundred hours away from here." Dean said. I nodded. "Okay. Lets go."