Speak
AN: Sorry once again for the length, papers are going to be the death of me! Stay with me though, there are some things a coming you don't want to miss! Enjoy and tell me what you think!
Ashley had a bump the size of an orange on her head from where Dean wacked her with the butt of his 1911 stowed under his pillow. Dean was shocked by her presence and it was dark, so Ashley could only accept the hit she got. Dean was still sorry for hitting her, but secretly he was happy to have her back in their shared King size bed. Ashley's sleep was uneventful, but Dean was moving around next to her keeping her from falling into a deep sleep. When the thrashing became too much for her to handle, Ashley woke her big brother up.
"Wha?" Dean mumbled out of his sleepy fog.
"What's going on in there De?" Ashley asked propping herself up on her elbow.
"Nothing" Dean said trying to roll over and avoid her question.
"No, not nothing, answer me. You've seen my thoughts first hand" Ashley reasoned with Dean while using her strength to keep him from putting his back to her.
"It's nothing Ashley, drop it" Dean growled as he was rolled back on his back.
"No, it's not so speak."
Dean had always dreaded when this conversation would come up, but he expected it would be soon. The thought of bearing his soul to anyone with ears capable of listening caused Dean's heart rate to speed up and his whole body to sweat. If he did have to pick someone to bear his soul to like a little girl however, it would be his sister.
"What if mom never died in that nursery" Dean said sitting up against the head board.
"But that's a good thought" Ashley said looking up to Dean.
"Yeah, for you. For me it just hurts cuz I know it'll never happen."
Dean sounded like a little kid, but Ashley knew he wasn't telling the whole story yet. "What else is it?" Ashley kept pushing.
"Sammy being driven by good ol' Lucy" Dean finally choked out and stunned Ashley into silence. Dean understood what he said had hurt Ashley, so he just slid back down on his back and opened an arm up so Ashley could slide in next to him, but she was still propped up next to him.
"Dean, I'm scared" she finally choked out.
"What, why?"
"Both of you have gone to Hell, one can only figure sometime soon it'll be my turn."
"Not on my watch, Baby Girl" Dean said pulling his sister down close to him, hating the fact that he knew she was right.
Dean and Ashley took point on this hunt simply because they both had enough anger to get out on these poor Sons of Bitches, but Sam had a bad feeling about this hunt and could feel someone was going to get hurt. Ashley was in one corner fighting off two vampire chicks while Dean sliced his way right through the room to save the girl.
"Typical" Sam chuckled to himself, but was interrupted by Ashley's screams of pain. Sam spun around to see 4 vampires now ganged up on Ashley and munching on her like a snickers bar. Sam rushed over to help his sister while Dean ushered the damsel in distress out the barn's door. Sam was able to chop off 3 of the 4 vampire's heads while Ashley sliced through the last one, but that is when Sam noticed the crescent shaped holes all over her shirt.
"Ash! No hey, stay with me" Sam said scooping her up as she started to weave on her feet.
"Sammy, I'm okay" she said assuring her brother as she was carried towards the car. "I didn't drink any" she said before passing out.