Holy crap, this has a ton of views! You guys are awesome! Sorry the beginning of the story was so boring, it gets better I swear. I'm aiming to put up another chapter tomorrow (I won't be able to put one up on Thursday). But enough talking, here's chapter 4. Enjoy!
Note: I don't own any characters except Ashley.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was my stiff neck. The second was that there was something on my lap. I looked down to see Dean's head resting on my lap, Dean snoring peacefully. Memories of the previous night came rushing back to me. I looked down and ran my hand lightly through Dean's hair, he was broken and it was my fault. I should have approached Sam more gently about Ruby. Dean's eyes suddenly fluttered open. "Hi," I said smiling at him. "Hi," he said slowly. He seemed confused on where he was. I saw the realization hit him and I knew that he remembered everything that happened yesterday. He cleared his throat and sat up. "So, uh, breakfast?" I said awkwardly. "Uh, yeah," he replied just as awkwardly, turning the ignition. We drove to a small diner for breakfast. We ate in silence, only speaking to order our food. Dean stopped eating about 3/4 into his food. I looked at him expectantly. "What?" He said, "I'm not hungry." I raised an eyebrow at him, "Dean the only time you don't eat is when your upset. You could literally be dying, and you would still scarf down everything." He shrugged, "I'm just not hungry." I gave a slight chuckle.
"What?"
"Nothing it's just, 24 hours ago I was a pathetic college student going no where with my life and now I'm eating breakfast in a diner with freaking Dean Winchester."
"Yeah?" He said, slightly blushing, "it's probably because I'm so awesome." He was grinning ear to ear. I grinned back, happy that I was able to cheer him up. "So what are we doing next?" I asked him as we walked out the door. "I don't know, what do you think we should do?" He asked happily as we climbed into the impala. "Honestly," I said looking him in the eye, "I think we need to find Sam." His smile fell off his face, and his expression went from happy to sad. "Ashley," his voice broke, "I-I can't. I mean, the things he's done? It's bad."
"Dean listen to me," I spoke forcefully, "if we don't find him things are going to get a lot worse."
"There's no way it can get any worse," he said quietly looking down, "I mean, he's using his psychic stuff to exorcise demons without even touching them."
"Dean, look at me," I said softly. His eyes stayed glued to the floor. I slowly reached over and grabbed his face in both of my hands. His emerald eyes met with mine.
"This is just the beginning, Ruby's going to trick him into killing Lilith and break the final seal." Dean's eyes grew wide, but I kept talking. "He has to drink demon blood to use his psychic abilities," I said slowly, "it's gonna get bad. He's going to become dangerously weak without it. We need to stop him before it gets that bad." Dean closed his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Dean, I'm so sorry," I whispered. I pulled him into my chest and wrapped my arms around him. He clung to me and buried his face into the crook of my neck, again. I reached one arm up and started stroking the back of his head, through his hair. "He can't," I heard him say in a broken voice, "Sammy wouldn't do that." It was then that I realized how broken he was. He could never get pieced back together, not fully. I realized that he was sobbing again and I hugged him tighter."Shhh," I soothed, "it's ok, we'll fix this." He pulled back to look me in the eye. "How?" He whispered. "We'll talk to him, tell him what's going to happen if he doesn't stop. And if that doesn't work, we can kill Ruby." I said trying assuring him, "you couldn't do it on your own, but I'm here now. I'll help you." I tired to convince him with me eyes more than my words, staring into his. He seemed to believe me and nodded.
"What do we do now?" He asked.
"Let's go find Sam," I tried to sound encouraging. He gave a shaky sigh, "Ok."
O.o
We drove back to the motel we stayed at, hoping that Sam would still be there. Dean got out of the car and went to the front counter to see if Sam had checked out. He didn't. We made our way back to the room and knocked on the door. "Sam?" Dean called out. "What the hell do you want?" Ruby said as she opened the door. Dean looked like he was about to jump on top of Ruby and rip her to shreds, so I stepped slightly in front of him. "Where's Sam?" I spat.
"Who the hell are you?"
"She asked you a question," Dean growled.
"Dean?" Sam said as he appeared behind Ruby, "look man, I'm really sorr—"
"We don't have time for this," Dean interrupted, "we need to talk."
"Yeah, ok," Sam said as he stepped in front of Ruby, "about what?"
"Alone," I said in between my teeth. Ruby looked like she wanted to shoot me. Sam nodded, and he turned and closed the door, leaving Ruby inside.
"What?" Sam asked. Dean and I exchanged glances. I sighed, "Sam you have to stop talking to Ruby." He folded his arms over his chest, "why?"
"Because she's using you"
"For what?"
"Killing Lilith"
"Yeah, that's the whole point. We're gonna stop Lucifer"
"No, you're gonna raise him from hell and start the apocalypse"
"What?"
"Ruby's using you to kill Lilith so she can go be Lucifer's little bitch. Killing Lilith is the final seal." Sam's eyes narrowed, "You're lying."
"Why would I lie about this?" I said tiredly. Sam looked at me for a minute, saying nothing. Then he nodded his head, "alright, I believe you."
"Fantastic"
"So what do we do now?" Dean spoke up from behind me. I turned and grinned at him, "we hunt."
"Have you even touched a gun before?" Sam asked. I nodded, "my dad was a cop, my brother and I went shooting a few times with him." Sam nodded approvingly. "Well I hate to be a bother," Dean said, "but we should get going."
"Yeah," I nodded, "lets stop the seal from breaking this time, though."
O.o
Sam went inside to get his things while Dean and I waited, leaning against the impala. "So your dad was a cop, huh?" He asked looking over at me. "Yeah," I chuckled, "didn't get into trouble much when I was younger, I knew a lot of the other cops in the city." He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "I, uh, wanted to say thanks"
"For what?"
"Staying with me last night," he said softly, looking into my eyes.
"Uh, yeah," I could feel my cheeks burning, "it wasn't really that big a deal."
"It was to me," he said smiling slightly and looking down.
"Hey guys," Sam came out with a backpack and laptop bag, "you ready?" Dean and I both nodded as we climbed into the impala. Before Sam got into the car, Dean turned around and winked at me saying, "thanks again." Which of course made me blush again as Sam got into the car. Luckily I was sitting in the back, where Sam couldn't see me for the rest of the car ride as I stared at the back of Dean's head.