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A Froot-Loop's Supernatural Plan

By MarianasPhantom

Chapter 4: Tension

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean said closing his eyes, forehead crinkling, "you're part demon?"

"Yeah pretty much." I stated blandly.

There was a thick tension. So thick you could have cut a knife through it; I didn't think it was that amazing. I continued to rest against the door frame, tapping my foot to an unknown rhythm. I made eye contact with Bobby, he was biting his lip. I looked at Sam, he was soaking it in. Dean was pacing.

"Well?" I blurted. "If all I'm gonna get is silence, I'm leaving."

Sam perked up, "Wait, but how is that even possible?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? All I know is what my mother told me." Those words burned, "I'll talk to you guys later." I bolted upstairs. I wanted to get things off my mind.

I flipped open my laptop to find the article on Amity Park my mother was researching. Rather, the articles my mother was researching. There were many pieces on attacks by ghosts. How could a small town in the middle of nowhere have this many attacks by supernatural beings? There were no deaths recorded and nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing I had to lead off was just front page news on recent ghost visits. I researched further, until I heard a gentle knock on my door.

I glanced up to meet Sam's face peeking through my door. I smiled acknowledging his presence, and shut my laptop's screen, "What brings you to these ends of the woods?"

"Really, I just wanted to check up on you." He paused.

"Well, thanks, but I'm perfectly fine though."

He stared off into space, "It's just you really dropped a load on Dean and I there and I don't know."

"That's insightful." I laughed.

"Whatever." He laughed with me. I started to enjoy Sam's company. He was easygoing, and I felt safe, "What were you looking at so intensely before I made an appearance?"

I looked down at my sleeping computer, "Nothing of importance." I shrugged my shoulders.

"C'mon." Sam pressed, walking over to accompany me on the side of my bed, "What was it?"

I sighed and opened my laptop in defeat, "It was a few articles my mom found when she was looking for a job." I let Sam finish reading what I had displayed on my screen, "She was going to check it out but…." I trailed off, "it's probably nothing."

Sam gave me an unsure gaze, and read the articles once more, "We should check it out." He said still taking in every piece of the news.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, but Dean always told me if something doesn't seem right, it probably isn't."

"No shit."

We laughed.

Sam looked at me. The man towered over me even while we were sitting. Comparing in size, I realized how slim I really was. He was like a giant. I sighed.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing important." I closed the screen, and held my laptop to my chest. I got up and placed it in my bag. Then I turned to the youngest Winchester, "Are we going to grab your brother and go hunt some dead people or sit and talk about feelings?"

I sat in the back seat of the Impala, staring out the window. It was dark, and everything blurred together. I rubbed my thighs; it was still awkward being around the Winchesters. I had to trust them since Bobby did, but I don't know what to think of them. Dean hadn't brought up any of what I said earlier, and it made my nerves jump and Sam was fast asleep. I know they've seen some pretty freaky stuff, and I really did not want to be categorized with that stuff.

I glanced up at the mirror and caught sight of Dean's eyes watching me. He quickly brought them back to the road. I continued to look out the window and said, "If you think I'm going to whip you with some crazy ass demon crap," I sighed, "you're wrong."

Dean remained silent, but he noticeably gripped the wheel tighter. What was his problem? I'm not some monster. Then I got it. Dean thought of me as a monster, and the fact I was travelling with him in the backseat heading to a ghost infested town didn't help either. He probably wanted to slaughter me. He probably wanted to shoot my brains back to Hell, given I actually would go there.

"What are you thinking, Dean?" I faced his turned head, "Why are you acting like I'm going to kill you in your sleep?"

His face remained hard. Minutes passed until Dean spoke, "I don't know what to think."

"What do you mean?"

Dean shifted, "I mean that I don't know what to think," he gripped the steering wheel harder, "my entire life I was raised and have been taught that all monsters, ghosts, demons, anything supernatural," Dean paused, "are evil, bad, no good, kill em."

I frowned.

"But here you are, something good, supposedly, and I don't know what to think of it."

My teeth clenched, and I shot my glare outside, "Then how about you think of me as someone you can trust because last time I checked," I gave Dean a 'duh' look, "I was on your side."

He didn't even wince; he just drove and remained silent.

"God you're terrible at communication." I joked as I popped my headphones into my ears, and zoned out the world around me.

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