The rest of the day, Sam and Dean put me in front of the television, which has no on demand or anything good on it. It doesn't even have a guide, so I have to flip through channels to find shows I want to watch. I accidentally stumble upon something that's, well, kind of strange. I'll just put it that way. "Dean? What is this?" I ask, really freaked out when I realize what I'm watching.
Dean looks over at the television. His eyes bug out when he realizes what it is, and then runs over and flips the channel switch, changing it to something else. "That was nothing," he says, although his face tells a completely different story. He goes back to the table, where he and Sam are doing research. "If her dad were alive, he'd kill us for that," Dean murmurs to Sam. I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't listening.
"No kidding, Dean. Although, how old were you when you saw porn for the first time?" Sam asks, under his breath.
"I was at least thirteen, man. Not that Dad really cared," Dean murmurs.
"You do know I can hear you guys, right?" I ask, a little bit louder than normal talking.
I turn around, and Dean is looking at me with an annoyed expression on his face. "Watch TV, Skylar." He goes back to Sam, and murmurs, "We are so dead."
"Hey, Dean, I found something." The way Sam says it, it's like he struck gold. "It's about four hours away. If we leave now, we can get there by tonight and we can start investigating in the morning."
Dean gets excited, and then he looks over at me. "What are we going to do with her? We can't exactly leave her here." Sam gives him a look that basically says 'why not?' "Because, Sammy, she's just a kid. Do you think you can handle this case on your own?" Dean asks his brother.
"I guess. But why do you have to stay here with her?" Sam asks.
Before Dean can respond, I say something. "How long would you guys be gone?" I ask them.
"Three days, maybe a little more," Sam says.
"You guys can leave me here. I'll be fine," I say. Of course, I don't really mean it. I'm just trying to be nice to them because, well, they saved my life. Also, I was ruining their lives enough by just being there, so they deserved to be able to go off for a few days.
Sam looks at Dean, trying to convince him that he should go. "No, Sammy. I'm staying. Skylar, it's nice of you to be so easy going about that, but I'm staying here. Your family's dead, and you just got stuck with a couple of complete strangers. The least I can do is make sure that I don't leave you a day after you get here," Dean says.
I look down at the ground. I don't like being reminded about my family being slaughtered in front of my eyes. As you can imagine, it was not my most pleasant experience. "I'm sorry. I should be more sensitive. I saw my parents die, too," Dean says, and there is true sympathy in his voice. Also, a little bit of self loathing and guilt is mixed in there, as well.
I can't help but asking something that might appear very insensitive. "Did they die like my parents?" I ask. Okay, not that insensitive.
"Not in the exact same way, but the gist is the same. Demons killed both my parents," Dean says. I nod, and ask how old he was when it happened. "My mom died when I was four. My dad died just a couple years ago."
"I'm sorry," I say. I'm mostly directing this at Dean, even though I know that Sam went through the same crap. Dean feels like he's truly guilty, and Sam's just standing there, staring into empty space. I don't ask if there is another side to the story, because I don't want to go over any lines.
Dean helps Sam pack for the trip. Just before he leaves, I say goodbye to him, and he just gives me this really mean look. I'm just like 'what did I do?' and I'm really confused why he's being so mean to me. "Why do you hate me so much?" I ask him.
At first, I don't think Sam's going to respond. He's giving me that really mean and pissed off look. Then, he says the weirdest thing. "I think that you're going to end up making Dean make some really stupid choices. He gets attached to kids way too easily, and then they cloud his judgement. He's already said that he will make sure that absolutely nothing happens to you. He is going to make some crap choices just because you're around."
I'm not entirely sure what to think. "You see, Sam, there's a difference between you and your brother. You will make sure that a victim is taken care of, to the extent of pawning them off on someone who you think is responsible. Dean takes responsibility. I don't want him to make any crap decisions, but I get that he wants to protect me. From what I understand so far, you've both seen a lot of death. If Dean can somehow make sure that he gives someone a life better than death, and make sure they're protected, he'll feel like all the death he's seen is over powered by one little amazing accomplishment." Honestly, I have no clue what I'm saying, and even if this makes any sense. So, I apologize.
"People who get close to us end up dead, or worse. And usually, it's because neither Dean or I can keep ourselves from being involved. I'm not making that mistake again, and I don't want Dean to make that mistake, either," Sam says.
Before I can say anything else, Sam leaves. He starts running in the direction of the car. I don't know what to think about what he said. In some strange way, he was almost saying that the reason he didn't like me was because he wanted to keep me alive, which could almost mean that he cared about me. In another sense, though, he was saying that I would bring Dean to make stupid choices. One thing is for sure-I had not even scratched the surface of Sam whatever his last name is. Damn, I don't even know his last name. Why didn't I ask that when we were doing that questionnaire thing? I'm living with these men, but I don't even know their last name. Something is seriously wrong with me.