"Can we get a dog?"
"What? No."
"A puppy?"
"What the hell? No."
"What about a baby? Those fuckers are always cute."
"Oh god, no! Will you quit asking for living things?" Dean yells from the passenger seat. We're a few minutes away from the Roadhouse to see Ash about the vision and I've been annoying Dean with stupid questions for the past few minutes. Sam laughed the whole time. I move my arm from over my eyes and look up at the ceiling of the car, blowing air up towards my hair.
"But, why?" I ask in a childlike manner, wincing as we pass over a pothole in the road and my head bounces off of the seat. I can't help but feel that was intentional by the way Dean is smirking. I've been in a relatively good mood the whole car trip. Especially since my bruises have been healing better, slowly turning into a yellowish color. My cuts have always taken longer to heal completely so it'll probably be another few weeks for the cut on my arm, the two on my face, and the one on my left leg to heal completely.
"Get your nasty shoes off my seats." Dean grumbles as he eyes my prone body lying across the backseat,
"Don't be a dick. I'm not hurting your precious girlfriend." I say but take my feet off the seat anyways, sitting up. Dean glances back at me before nodding at me after he sees my feet aren't on his baby anymore.
"Are we almost there?" I look out to the dark night sky, thankful to have the sun in hiding since so my headache can stay away also.
"Jesus Christ! Sam, make her shut up." Dean yells. I smile at his grumpiness and pop my head between the two boys. Dean winces slightly and Sam smiles as he scoots over so we're not touching cheeks or anything. I reach my hand towards Dean cheek and squeeze it as Sam rolls his eyes.
"Lwooks lwike someone's grumwpy." I say in a childish voice again right as Dean growls and slaps my hand away. I roll my eyes and lean back, looking at the now familiar Nebraska road. I guess we're about thirty minutes away, depending on my memory from the last time I was here. It all seems so surreal. I was only here a week ago and so much has happened since then. Like getting tortured and finding out my uncle is a hunter. And only two weeks ago I didn't even know that ghosts existed. I was in a coma three weeks ago. I shake my head and lean back against the seat and look out the window.
"Whatever. I'll just text Wade." I mutter so the boys don't hear me. I lay back on the seat, making a point not to stick my feet back on the seat and grab my cracked phone out of my hoodie pocket. After finding the piece of paper with his number on it in my bag, I put the number in my phone and type up a quick message.
Me: Hey, It's Samantha. I send the text and jump slightly when my phone vibrates only seconds later.
Wade: Hey! I was wondering when you would text me. How are you?
Me: I'm alright. Sorry, my phone has been dead.
Wade: It's fine. So, what happened with the old foster dad?
As the car pulls to a stop I look up and smile at Sam as he looks back at me.
"Who are you texting?" Dean asks, looking at me in the rear-view mirror.
"Wade."
"Who?" Dean asks sharply. I open the back door and shrug before answering again.
"Wade." I mutter and close the door behind me, ignoring the boys' angry looks.
"Ellen! We need some of Ash's smart ass brilliance!" I yell as I march into the cigarette smoke filled roadhouse.
- 000-
"Oh shit, that's awkward." I look around the Roadhouse as many male hunters look towards me. I give them an awkward wave before rushing towards Ellen next to a hunting video game.
"You three can't stay away, can you?" She asks jokingly. I don't reply though as the boys walk in and thankfully the attention from the other customers are drawn to them. Sam doesn't even smile or acknowledge Ellen as he shoulder's past her, asking for Ash. Jo answers and Sam makes a short remark as he walks away. Jo glares at him but Dean makes up an excuse for our abrupt and hurried meeting. I get why Sam is so hurried. We just saw some doctor and an innocent shop owner die.
It's their job to save people. I guess it's kind of my job too. I still remember when I first saw a vision in my dreams. I remember the felling in my gut that that wasn't just a dream. So, when I saw my friend, or old-babysitter whatever you want to call us, get home from work each day, I would go over to her house and make sure that the vision didn't become a reality.
It still happened though. It was of course the night that my dad and I got in a fight and I didn't know Alycia was home yet. I remember sprinting to her house when I saw an unfamiliar truck in her parking lot. I still remember when I saw my old babysitter get brutally stabbed by some random guy in her living room. I remember her eyes finding mine, I saw her life fly out of her eyes. And, dammit I still see it when I fall asleep. Though, I did keep that part of my life out of the conversation when I told the boys and Bobby what happened before we met.
That's what really got to me the most. That's what really made me take the pills, I couldn't save one god-damned person who I knew was going to die. I couldn't do anything right. But, now I'm here, and I will save as many sons of bitches I can.
At least, that's what I tell myself so I can get through the day. I follow Dean towards Ash's room as Sam knocks on the door, Dean follows the gesture. He doesn't answer. The boys share an annoyed look and look about ready to kick the door down before I stop them as I read the sign on the door.
"Hold on." I mutter and knock a few times before yelling to Ash.
"Hey, Dr. Badass! Are you in?" Dean laughs under his breath but quickly stops when the door gets unlatched.
"Oh dude." I whine when Ash appears through the crack of the open door. Naked. Dean and I avert our eyes anywhere but at Ash.
"Samantha? Sam? Dean? Sam's and Dean." Ash says as he looks at each of us. I groan and thank Sam in my head when he takes control of the…situation.
"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Ash nods slowly and takes a glance behind him before turning back around.
"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants."
-000-
The conversation with Ash didn't last long. Sam and I asked him to find the Blue Ridge and he did but when Sam asked about demonic omens, Ash said he couldn't find any. Then, Sam asked him to look for any house fires on a baby's six month birthday, the same thing that happened to Sam and Dean's mom and Sam on his sixth month. I have a idea pop up in my head but decide to talk to Sam later in private. Sam has to bribe Ash with a beer for him to looking into it, to which I shake my head in disbelief when he quickly agrees. Ash disappears back in his cave and Sam and I walk back to a booth in the corner of the room.
"Hey, Sam. You know how you mentioned the fire thing?" I ask cautiously, afraid of Sam getting mad at me for bringing it up since his mom died the same way. Sam nods and sneaks a glance around before meeting my eyes.
"Okay, so you know I get visions too and all that, right? So, my mom didn't die and there was no fire in the nursery." I say, my voice almost mumbled from how lost in thought I am. Sam's brow furrows like he hasn't thought of that before and brings his hand up to mess with his lip as he thinks, the same habit I have when I'm in thought too. Like I'm doing now. Maybe that's why my voice is always mumbled when I'm in thought. I think with a small frown before Sam speaks again.
"And you told me earlier that even John said that it wasn't going after the moms, but after you, us, all the kids." I say and he nods again, almost looking annoyed at my short sentences.
"Okay, so what would it want with us? Like maybe…would it be because it wanted to take us?" I ask, already knowing that's not the reason.
"He could've easily done that. It wouldn't even be a problem, yet we're still here." Sam says and I nod.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. So maybe he wants to…like have an army or something? Like what if he gave us powers from bl-" I'm cut off from my sentence as Ash's door opens and he quickly tells us that we have a match for the fire. Sam smiles slightly, thanking him, before walking up to Dean and telling him that. All while I'm idling behind, wondering if I'm right. Could it be demon blood? Can powers flow through blood?