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Chapter Five(Part one):
I was stretched across the backseat of the imapla, ear buds plugged into my ear, classic country blaring. Though, Dean liked mullet rock, I liked the classic country. Conway played, and I sung quietly along with 'I'd just love to lay you down.' We were on our way to Richardson Texas. A group of kids claimed they'd saw a dead body swinging from the rafters of a abandoned cabin.
I looked up and saw Sam's head laying on his shoulder, snoring slightly. Dean sat beside him, trying to work a plastic spoon into Sam's mouth. I sat up and yanked the ear buds out of my ears. "What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper. "Not a lot of scenery out here, so I gotta make some of my own." he replied with a smile once he got the spoon between Sam's teeth, then quickly snapped a picture with his phone. I stared in disbelief at his childish antics, but I guess I should expect something like this.
After all, who knew the Winchester boys better than their older sister? Dean turned up the radio, blasting some of his mullet rock. He sang along and smiled when Sam jerked awake, and quickly spat out the spoon. "What the hell, Dean?" Sam demanded. Dean in turn shrugged. "I got bored," He replied, trying not to laugh. Sam quickly shook his head. "No, we are not starting that up again." He said in a final tone. Dean looked confused. "The pranks," Sam clarified. I snorted. "Yeah, don't start that up again, because as soon as I get one played on me, I will shave the prankers hair and eyebrows off in his sleep." I said. Sam turned to stare at me.
"That was one time, Ant." He said with a faint smile. I glared back at him. "I had laxatives crushed up in my lemonade. I couldn't leave the bathroom for almost five hours!" I growled. Yeah, you could say they got one over on the big sis, but I got them back. A bit of nair in both of their shampoo bottles, and lets just say, my boys need to wear hats in the winter to keep their bald heads warm.
I don't think Dean ever forgave me for that, taking away the ladies until his lush blonde hair grew back on top of his head. Lets just say, they didn't try to pull one over on big sis again after that. I smiled at the thought, replaced the ear buds, only to pull them out again. "How much more longer?" I asked. I usually didn't care about the car ride, though this one seemed to take longer than the others. Dean turned down the music and looked in the review at me."About another hour, tops." He replied, and turned the radio back up. I nodded, then layed back down in the seat again.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
We got to Richardson around five that night, and pulled into a local dive that every teenager seemed to be at. We quickly got out of the car, in our FBI usual. Sam and Dean in the suits, me in a nice blouse and slacks. I tried not trip on the gravel in the three-inch heels I was wearing. I may be a hunter, but who could walk over gravel easily in heels? "Ah!" I said as I tripped in a hole, and grabbed onto Dean's shoulder to keep from falling. Dean gave a loud laugh, making Sam look back, who then started laughing, taking in me hanging onto Dean's shoulder.
I quickly decided not to say anything, straightened, and quickly picked my way across the gravel parking lot. We then interviewed at least ten teens who'd claimed they'd saw the girl, with yet different looks. But they all told us to go to the same person; Craig Thursten. "Thank you for your time." I gave a smile to the last teenager we were interviewing, and got up, Sam and Dean following me out the door. "What do you think?" Sam asked as we got into the impala. Once on in the back of the car, I quickly shed the heels and rubbed at my sore toes. "God forsaken pieces of crap!" I hissed at the black pumps as I threw them to the floor.
"I think that the kids surely saw something." I said as I brought my bare feet up onto the back seat of the impala, blood-red nail polish glinting from the light pole on the corner shinning through the window. "Do you want to go interview Craig Thursten?" Dean asked as he turned out of the dive's parking lot and drove down the main street in town. "No, lets wait until tomorrow. I'm tired, and I'm hungry." I yawned out. "Okay, let's get a room, and order in some pizza." Dean replied as he pulled into the hotel that was a few blocks from the dive.
Once he was parked, he ran inside, getting us a room. Once he came back out, holding the gold key, I jumped from the backseat and quickly picked my way across the parking lot, bare feet quiet on the still hot pavement. Once in the door way, I took in the room. One couch, and two full-sized beds. "It's okay, Ant. I'll take the couch." Sam said as he dropped our duffel bags on the floor. "Aww, that's sweet Sammy, but you wouldn't be able to fit on that little couch. Neither would Dean." I threw a smile back at Sam as I made my way over to the couch, and threw myself onto it. "Ahh, motel sweet motel." I yawned again, kicked my feet up on the arm of the couch, and quickly passed out.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
Dean and Sam ordered in the pizza, and sat at the table munching on it. Ant hadn't gotten up, she hadn't' gotten a lot of sleep lately, and she need some hours of sleep without interruption. Dean looked at their older sister, and recalled the memories he had of her. His mind then was sucked into the past.
"Ant?" Dean asked as tears ran down his face. He shook her shoulder, and her eyes popped open, red hair a mess over her face. She sat up and pushed the blanket off of her. "Yeah, Dean? What's the matter?" She asked in a soothing voice as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, opening her arms for him. He quickly ran into them, and cried into her shoulder. Though Ant was only twelve, she acted more mature than some adults.
"Another nightmare?" She asked as she sat back on the hotel bed, her back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of her. Dean quickly scrambled up in the bed and curled up on her lap, head laying against her shoulder. "It's okay, Dean. Time heals everything." She murmured as she rubbed his back, as he clutched onto her for dear life. "It will all be okay."
Dean jerked himself from his thoughts, only to realize that Sam had said something. "Huh?" He asked his little brother, taking a big bite of the meat lovers pizza. "I said, 'She's hiding something.'' He patiently repeated. Dean nodded. He'd known Ant was hiding something the day she caught the gun before it hit her face. But not with her hands. It had just stopped before her face. "I know, but, look at the things she'd done for us in the past. That woman right there is basically our mother. She deserves her privacy, no matter how big the secrets." Dean said, jabbing a finger in the direction of the woman he'd give his life willingly up for.