This was.. this was a tough chapter to write. The end scene is one of the scenes in Supernatural that I hate to watch but I always do. It's one of the many scenes that causes me to sob each and every time. And, the story Samantha shares is similar to one of my own experiences, so that was also hard to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think!
Dean pulls the mini-van off of the exit and goes onto the side road, leading towards Bobby's.
"So, repeat those phrases back to us and what they mean." Dean says. The whole way back they boys were telling me code words they have for emergency situations. They told me that if I'm staying with them for a while, I'm going to need to know how to alert them if a cop is on my trail or someone is following me. So they kept on repeating the phrases and what they mean, until I remembered them. This is the first time I have to say them out loud though. I sigh quietly then start listing off what they told me.
"Poughkeepsie means to drop everything and run. Funky Town: there's a gun to my head. If we get separated, we go to the first motel in the phonebook. Five-O: I've been caught, get out of there. And if 'something is stuck to my shoe' it means I'm being followed." I reply without hesitation and the boys share surprised looks. Sam nods and leans to the right as Dean takes a sharp left turn.
"Okay, good. You have them, and hopefully you won't have to use it, but knowing us…" He drags on and I get the gist, nodding with him. It falls silent for a few more minutes until Sam speaks up again, looking down at his hands.
"I'm sorry. About your grandpa, ya'know." He mutters and I can tell he's uncomfortable talking about death. I shrug, think about how his father literally just died a day ago.
"It happened a long time ago. I'm fine. I'm sorry about John, he seemed like a decent guy." I say, knowing that I'm lying. From the time I saw him, he seemed like he was only concerned about himself and the job. But, the guy's dead and his sons are right here, I wouldn't dare say a mean thing about him. Sam's lip twitches and he looks out the window as Dean shifts uncomfortably before asking me a question I really don't want to answer.
"So, you said your parents are in jail. What were they like before?" He asks and I clear my throat before leaning against the door.
"Drunken assholes. We used to be close, when I was like in second grade. Then, we moved and… I don't know, I guess moving to the middle of nowhere and only seeing your parent's makes you realize how much shit actually goes on in your house." I explain shortly and they share a look before nodding, probably relating to me or something. It's quiet for the rest of the time before Dean pulls into Bobby's junkyard and jumps out of the mini-van like it was physically burning him.
I climb out behind Sam and we all walk into Bobby's house, not knocking. Which is probably why I get a fist to my left cheek. Again. My whole body swivels to the side from the force and Dean quickly pushes Bobby back, Sam standing in front of my body so I can't get hit again.
"Jesus, Bobby! It's us!" Dean yells, narrowly missing Bobby's fist. Bobby pauses and looks at us wide-eyed.
"Ya Idjits. You need to learn how to knock." Bobby huffs and sends me an apologetic smile. I sigh and work my jaw, wondering when my jaw is going to pop out of place again. My jaw has been out of place for years now after… anyways, Ellen's punch earlier popped it back into place, and I'm hoping that it won't happen again.
"You know, Bobby. Sometimes shooting before asking isn't always the best option." I say and he chuckles before walking past us to the fridge, grabbing three beers out.
"You okay?" Sam asks gently. I nod and blink slowly before casting my direction to the beers again. Sam meets my sight and looks to where I'm looking before showing understanding in his eyes. He goes to say something but I quickly stop him, shaking my head and telling him if he says anything I'll physically stuff ice into his jeans.
"We can put them away and drink soda or something." He offers but I still shake my head, the small voice in my head saying that whatever I say won't impact his actions because I'm just a nobody. He stares at me for awhile before nodding and walking towards Dean and Bobby, who have opened their beers and are talking quietly about the hunt they just finished. Suddenly Dean stands up and tells us he's going to work on the car. Sam nods again and goes over to Bobby as I motion outside and walk out behind Dean, following him.
"Is this the car you got T-boned in?" I ask and he jumps slightly before looking towards me as I jog up to him.
"Yeah. Sam was driving at the time and the semi of a possessed guy rammed into us. I'm pretty sure Yellow-Eyes sent him because we had just ran into him before that. He was possessing my dad." Dean says and I gasp slightly, sad that one of his last memories of his dad was him being possessed.
"I'm sorry. What's up with Yellow eyes, though? Why are we hunting him specifically?" I ask, not knowing how bad the brother's sob story is. Dean slows down and stops completely a few feet away from the flawed car, looking me in the eyes.
"He killed our mom. And a lot of other people. And we think the visions and crap are related to him." He says before turning away from me and walking to the car, grabbing the toolbox from the hood. I walk slowly behind him, wondering what to say. What should I say? Eventually the silence overwhelms me as Dean is working on the hood of the car and I decide to bring up another part of my past.
"My brother totaled our truck once." I say and he looks at me with raised eyebrows before focusing back on the car, I take that as a sign to keep talking.
"He was like seventeen, so I was about twelve at the time. I didn't know until the day after it happened. It was after a party and his friend was driving, he was in the passenger seat. But, the next day after school, I'm sitting at the house waiting for my big brother to come home and watch a movie with me. Then, the home phone rings and I answer. My mom tells me he's in the hospital, in critical condition. She got the call around eleven p.m. and she didn't wake me or anything. No, her and my father went to the hospital leaving me alone.
"I guess his idiot friend didn't see the woods in front of them and he drove into a tree, the tree splitting the truck almost in half. It was worse on my brother's side. The assholes left my brother there. It was my brother's girlfriend who called the accident in because she lived on the road. He almost died. And I wouldn't have known until four in the afternoon. My god-damn best-friend was in critical condition and I didn't know the whole time I was in school. I remember calling everyone I knew asking for a ride to the hospital. But, they didn't care enough to give me a ride. So, I sat at the house alone for fourteen hours until my mom came home from work." I say and for the first time in a long time, I feel multiple tears streaming down my face. Dammit, I miss my brother.
Dean is sitting up against the car now, staring at me. I quickly wipe the tears away and watch as Dean comes over to me, patting my shoulder awkwardly.
"I have no right to cry though. He's still alive." I say and Dean sits on the tree stump next to me, forgetting about the car momentarily.
"No, you have every right to be upset. If I was in your place and Sam was in critical condition without me knowing...well, let's just say those people holding me back from him would be six-feet under." He says and gives me a one armed hug. I relax slightly and revel in the warmth of human-touch. He pulls back though and jumps back up, working on the car for a while in silence until Sam walks over. I walk away slightly, sensing this will be a serious moment. I glance at a red can and sit on the hood, watching the boys until Sam walks away. And, I see something I will always have in my mind. Dean breaks. But, if Dean breaks it won't be the only thing because he smashes the window and the trunk. And the whole time I'm staring at this tragedy. I'm watching him destroy his work and with each hit, I jump slightly. And, I know Dean has been through too much shit.
I don't notice that tears are streaming down my face but I notice how my chest aches with heartbreak. I notice how Sam stops at the doorway to Bobby's and stares at Dean, a few tears running down his face. I notice how I see Bobby's figure in the window stops and stares. I don't notice how Sam looks at me begging for me to stop Dean. I don't notice how Bobby throws a mug against the wall. I don't even notice how the voice in my head is screaming at me to do something, that this is my fault. This isn't beautiful. This isn't something you can romanticize. This is pure anguish. This is pure heartbreaking. Because today, the strongest man I've ever met, has broken