Sorry, this chapter is short. I might not be able to update this, this weekend because my sister is coming over. (FINALLY) So, I just quickly typed up a chapter. We know some more about Samantha in this chapter though! I'm excited to write the next episode and how she affects the storyline. Of course, she will change a lot of things, so everything won't go to point like in the episodes. Anyways, HOLY CHUCK! OVER TWENTY FOLLOWERS! THIS IS AMAZING. Let me know if I can do anything better or if you have any ideas! (:
The door opens in my temporary room and Ellen pops her head in, looking at my wide-awake face. Last night after my 'episode' I told the girls what happened and what it was before Jo helped me to one of the extra rooms they have for hunters who are hurt and need a place to stay or if someone is just too drunk to leave. I quickly fell asleep but woke up five hours later, so I've been awake for two hours.
"Dean and Sam just pulled up." She whispers and I feel a small bottle of happiness release in me to see the boys again. Even though we've barely even actually talked, while we're both human, I still feel sort of close to them. I quickly stand up and nod at Ellen before she walks back out the door. I take off my baggie T-shirt that my brother gave to me a few years back, and I grab the black hoodie and black dress pants from the green hospital bag Sam and I grabbed before we left. I shove the shirt back in the bag and quickly put on my grey vans before making sure the bed is made and walking out the door. I walk down the hallway and smile when I hear a quiet laugh from Sam and the unmistakable sound of Jo and Dean flirting.
Today is one of the good days. Which is unusual for me. Which is unusual for anyone who just had a failed suicide attempt. But, whatever happens, happens. I guess. I walk into the main area and see Jo and Dean sitting at the bar while Sam is speaking to Ellen over next to where the tables and booths are. Sam looks over at me when I enter and we lock eyes before he sends me a smile. I smile back and start walking over as they both take a seat at a table nearby. I sit across from Sam and place my bag under the seat.
"How are you?" Sam asks and I feel a small sense of relief that Sam isn't still being bitchy with me.
"I'm alright. How are you guys? How'd the hunt go?" I ask, intrigued to live a hunt through one of their stories.
"It was alright. You were right though, it was the blind guy. It almost didn't go good until I had to cut off the brass pipe from the organ instrument in there. It was a Rakshasa." He says and I think about what Ellen told me about them before, not finding it yet, I snap my fingers then point at Sam as I rely the information I just remembered.
"It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited. They're killed by…a dagger made of brass?" I finish off, more as a question. Sam's head reels back slightly and looks at me impressed before nodding.
"Damn. You're going to be decent to have around." He says and I smile at him before Ash comes through the door and looks at the brothers exasperated, as if he was waiting for them to be here years ago.
"Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya." He says, like I didn't tell him many times where they were.
"We were working a job, Ash. Clowns?" Sam says, more of a statement.
"Clowns? What the-" He starts saying but Dean quickly interrupts him, looking away from Jo.
"You got something for us, Ash?" He asks and Ash sets down a laptop on the table next to us. I turn in my chair and look at the exposed wire.
"Is that a homemade laptop?" I ask and Ash looks at me tiredly.
"I told you that the first time you asked." He says and I shake my head, confused.
"I've never even seen that before!" I say back and he takes a defensive stance.
"Yes you have! I was at the bar and you came in saying you needed to get away from the guns, and you saw the damn thing. Asked if it was homemade. I replied yes. Then, you just nodded and walked away." He demands and I send him a, not so, mean looking glare.
"I was asking a theoretical question, I wasn't expecting an answer." I say and Dean clears his throat sending both of us a look, but we both ignore it.
"Well I answered anyways! You were only a few inches away from me. You heard when I replied."
"I did not. Jo started to shoot the target again!" I yell back and suddenly I'm cast back when I was nine, my brother and I getting in fights for whether it was my turn to let the dogs out or not.
"Jo wasn't even the one shooting! You were. You were just ignoring me."
"I wasn't ignoring you, Ricky!" I say and it goes dead silent. You could hear the sound of Sam's hair growing.
"I mean Ash." I say and wince at how awkward I just made this.
"Is Ricky your brother?" Ash asks and I scratch the back of my head as Sam shifts in his chair.
"Yes. You do a background check?" I ask, already knowing the answer. Ash nods his head and Ellen sighs, probably expecting me to wreak havoc on him.
"Holy crap, dude. Can I see? I want to see what they have on me." I grumble and Ash looks at me surprised, probably expecting the same thing Ellen was. I really don't mind them knowing, I'd rather them ask me, but they're going to find out anyways.
"Yeah, after." He says and I shake my head, listening as Ash explains to the brothers how he set up the laptop thing to alert them whenever any omens show up. Dean and Sam impressed looks then Ash beckons me over as he pulls out his real laptop and shows me my own life.
"What the hell? I dropped out my freshman year, not seventh grade!" I say, pointing out the one of many flaws on my background. Dean looks at the laptop then back to me.
"You dropped out of school?" He asks gruffly and I nod my head, looking over my school grades.
"Yeah. I homeschooled myself. Still do, when I have nothing better to do." I mutter and he makes an impressed noise.
"Why doesn't that say deceased?" I ask, as I point to my grandfather's name. Ash looks over and back to me.
"Should it?" He asks and I nod, remembering one of the worst days of my life.
"Yeah. He killed himself. I-I saw it." I say and take a deep breathe, making sure I don't cry, again.
"You saw it?" Sam asks quietly and I nod my head, watching as Ash starts to change the information I just told him was wrong.
"Yeah. My aunt dropped me off at the mall to get a movie from blockbuster. I saw my grandmother walk into the store with her dick boyfriend and then I heard the most awful sound of defeat." I shiver at the memory of that god-awful sound. "It was a mix of a sob and a small scream. I looked over and saw him place a gun in his mouth. You know what happened next." I say, sniffling as moisture washes my eyes.
"The worst thing is that we all focus on that moment, on that day. No one focuses on how he bought my two older siblings a whole Christmas after my mom left their father and she had no money. Or when I stopped breathing and he rushed me to the hospital, paying all of the bills. No, we all focus on when his weakness took over." I say and a hand lands on my shoulder, causing me to almost flinch away.
"I'm so sorry, Samantha." Sam says and I shrug my shoulders.
"Worse things happen every day. I'm fine, I've had worse happen." I say, completely honest. Dean frowns and looks closer to something on the laptop.
"You were arrested?" He asks and if I'm not wrong, he's smiling slightly. What the hell kind of people am I with?
"Shit happens. People get bored. Said people sometimes steal cars and/or a puppy. But, those were the times I got caught." I say smugly and Dean laughs, he hits the table and almost doubles over from the laughter. Sam looks like he's about to scold me but a smile slips past, making it not so menacing anymore. Dean finally stops laughing and sighs before smiling at me.
"Alright. Let's head back to Bobby's." Sam sighs and I nod before getting up and grab my bag from under the chair. Ellen comes over and gives me a small hug, Jo following.
"You three come anytime, you hear? Stay in contact. Don't die." Ellen says and I smile before saying my goodbyes, promising to stop by soon.
"Bye, Ash. Thanks for hacking into my life to fix it." I say and he nods, running his fingers through his hair.
"Anytime, Sam-o. See you around." He says and I smile at the nickname before following the brothers out the door.