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I have no idea how long we were in there, Dean made sure I grabbed everything that I needed, but I was glad to be out. Every corner was like a heart attack, I kept glancing over my shoulder every five minutes or less, swear on my life I was being stared at by everyone. I was half-expecting Crowley or one of his minions to be around each corner, ready for another round about of intimidation and icey stares. I can't say how I knew his name, nor why I was nearing ready to fight him. It was just one of those moments where it's instinctual, and I just followed it.
To add insult to injury, I couldn't tell if Dean knew if something was wrong with me, or if he just pretended to not notice. The fact that I kept looking behind me, allowed him to walk around the corner before me, kept looking around for those people that saved my life, and I practically jogged until we got up to the registers. I did pay attention to Dean when he practically demanded for me to choose a folder, a notebook or whatever else I would need for school. While he just kept walking along and throwing things he wanted in the cart in such a casual manner that it became disturbing.
He heard nothing, he didn't hear me. Hell, I doubt he even saw Crowley or those other two people that saved me. I wish I could find them, and at least thank them for bailing my ass out. But they've disappeared, like they were mist that just appears whenever Crowley appears, or whenever I needed help.
I was over joyed when we got out of there, and didn't see Crowley or any of his minions. I quickly got into the car, waited for Dean to get in then locked the door, my hand clutched the rosary tightly. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
Finally, I'm safe.
My eyes shot up at a sudden realization.
He knows where I live, he was right outside the house in a damn cornfield! What if he's there now just waiting for me? What if we got back and he's got Sam and Bobby tied and gagged in my room? I pray to God above that he isn't, not only do I not want to explain things to Bobby, but I don't want to be watching the door every minute I'm home.
Also, where did those two go? I didn't see them again either in the store or when we left. If it weren't for the agonizing pain that gradually faded away after the encounter, I would've thought I was hallucinating. No one else seemed to notice them or Crowley, or the creepy looking old lady and her grand-daughter. Speaking of whom, the old woman and her grand daughter were ahead of us at the register. Of course, there was only one register open and Dean was all ready to head out. And nothing I said would convince him to wait another ten minutes. Thankfully for me, the granny was dealing with her grand-daughter's temper tantrum, and paid no attention to me. So that took a bit of pressure off my gut.
I sat there, resting my head against the window as the rain began. My mind spun in rapid circles, for the life of me, I can't figure out what Crowley meant. I know about him, and my body has the instinct to fight instead of flight. That should say enough, but it doesn't. I already know I'm missing something from my life, I don't need anymore unknown factors or people out for my throat.
And why? I don't know.
"Dude, seriously?"I blinked back into reality and looked at him. Dean's green eyes stared at me, waiting for an answer to his 'you're kidding me,right?' stare. I can only guess what Dean means by 'seriously'. What if he did see Crowley, and was pissed that I didn't stand my ground? Maybe he knew the two 'ghost's' who saved me, and was going to ride my hide for not saying thank you. Maybe he's wanting to say something about my choice's in school materials-
"Seriously?"
"Oh what now?" Wow, my voice cracked when I decided to answer quickly.
Dean held up my new school bag, which I thought was pretty casual. Plain black with a thick, single shoulder strap, big enough to carry around a laptop and some school things. He zipped it open and brought out a folder with Optimus Prime and Bumblebee standing abreast with their arms crossed on the front cover. He dropped it on the drivers seat and brought out a few notebooks with sports cars on the front. My eyes brows wiggled, trying to figure out what the matter could be. He didn't say what I couldn't have a Transformers folder. Dean reached into the bag and pulled out another folder with Pokemon characters on the front. "The hell are these?"
"You told me to grab these things, so I did."
Phew, I'm glad his not mad about anything else. Dean stared at me for another few seconds, then shook his head.
"Well, whatever." He dropped the bag in my lap, scooped up the supplies and dropped them on me. He plopped himself down on the drivers seat and put the key into the ignition. The car revved to life, and Dean leaned back in his seat. Not sure why he didn't just drive, he had no idea how much I really wanna get out of here. I watched him, waiting for him to say something. His attention was somewhere else, I wonder if he did see Crowley or my heroes. Maybe his mind's on his 'extermination' job, or something to deal with Sam and Bobby. Resting my forehead against the window, I watched the flow of traffic on the high way. Doesn't take a genius to figure out Dean was hard to read, and I'm not in the mood to prod.
"You got the basic things on your list?" He finally said.
"Yeah." Could I have elaborated? Maybe. But if he's not in the mood to talk, then fine.
"What do you want to do now?"
I don't want to go home. I sure as hell don't want to go home. But, in all seriousness, is it safe to be out and about with Crowley and his minions hunting me? But if we go home, do I really want to deal with Bobby's cold hard stare?
"Um...I'm not sure if I want to go home yet." That was the truth. Not just because of Bobby, but I have a place to call home. There was so much I wanted to see, and it's the middle of the day. I don't want to just sit around the house and do nothing. And I really don't want to have to deal with the awkward tension if I run into Bobby or Sam. So why not ride around? "Um, Sam told me I could also get a guitar."
"A guitar? What do you need a guitar for?"
"I don't know, something I want to try out. Something fun, ya know." I answered, glancing out the windshield so to not meet Dean's eyes.
"You gonna play like a Black Sabbath song?" Dean asked in a more mellow tone.
Black Sabbath sounds familiar. And if I want that guitar and music book...
"Yes." I can't tell if that is a lie or if it's true. Maybe I'll find a music book that has a 'Black Sabbath' song and I'll play it for Dean.
"Alright, then wait here." He commanded, jumping out of the car again.
DON'T LEAVE ME!
Crazy? Yeah, pretty sure I'm off my fuckin' nut after that fiasco.
Before I knew it, Dean was back and in the driver's seat.
"Alrigh'." He practically sang, then smiled excitedly. "We're going to the mall."
"Another one?"
"That was in Des Moines, or wherever. This one maybe different."
Dean started driving back onto the highway and turned left. I felt excited, but nervous at the same time. I've been experiencing so many new things since I woke in the woods. Hell, I'm not even half way done yet. I still have school to go through, and endure the however long stay at Bobby's new house. What am I suppose to do when he tells me to leave? Why would he? I haven't done anything wrong, and already he's treating me like a juvenile. There's gotta be something I can do to prove to him that I can be trusted. At least, I hope I can be.
Man this sucks balls.
Then Dean chuckled, bringing me back to reality. "Seen any cute chicks yet?"
"Not yet." I said with an amused smirk.
Dean is a pretty great guy; he lightens the mood in any awkwardly silenced situation, and he really doesn't want anyone to be left alone. He's also the kind of guy who doesn't wait for a slow car to turn down another street. Instead, Dean zoomed past the cars, weaving in and out of the lanes I'm surprised we haven't been honked at by other drivers. In a strange way, it was a combination of fun and comedy for me when Dean scared a couple of drivers. I didn't know their faces could make that kind of expression. If Dean does this while picking me up from school, I should be recording some of their faces and post it on the internet.
Yeah, that's a prefect way to start a year off, acting like a total dick. But then again, maybe they'll find it funny. Of course, Sam will need to help me figure out how to post things on the web. Maybe staying with Bobby won't be too bad.
Oh. I forgot. Sam and Dean will be leaving soon and I'll be stuck under the same roof as Bobby.
Alone.
With no escape. I may even be trapped in my own room until he passes out drunk on the couch. Ok, now I'm being dramatic. It's going to be my only home for God only knows how long. Might as well make the best of it.
"When do you guys hit the road? You and Sam, I mean." I asked, hiding the dread and disappointment in my voice.
"Me and Sammy will drop you off at school in time for you to get breakfast," Dean answered, driving up an 's' curve up to another red light. "It's free including your lunch, by the way. Then we'll say our good-bye's to Bobby, and head out."
That's just in a few days. I have just a short amount of time to get myself prepared for school, living with Bobby, and fend for myself. How am I gonna do that?
"Where will you go?" I continued the topic just for the sake of it. Dean parked the car outside another wide building surrounded by cars.
"Where ever a job is." Dean shrugged, unbuckling his seat belt.
"You don't know?"
Dean fell silent for a moment, resting his hands on the steering wheel. A moment later, he opened the door and jumped out. Quickly, I unbuckled, jumped out of the car and followed him. Here we go again with another huge building, and just shopping for more school supplies. I don't get why, I already have everything I need. We entered the building and the first thing I saw was a bookstore. Apparently, so did Dean. Because we went into the bookstore and looked around. It's nowhere near as big as the last one I visited, but still had good books. Dean bought a lot of magazines and a couple of sandwiches, and I followed closely.
It doesn't bother me that he bought magazines or the fact that we're eating sandwiches at a very small table. What bothered me was Dean's silence. I don't find Dean to be such a quite person. Actually, his silence has made a large rock form in my stomach. Even though it was suffocated by food, I could still feel it there and it grew the more Dean was quiet. It wasn't until we passed a jewelry store and into a music store then he finally said something.
"You know what," He paused, observing the music store in front of him. I can just imagine what idea was being created in his mind. "Since Sam bought you all that school crap, how 'bout I buy ya somethin'?"
"Hey, how did it go?" Sam asked, watching me and Dean haul the bags in. The sun was nearly on the horizon when we got back, our arms full of my stuff. I can't even begin to explain just how thrilled I was to be home. More so, I'm psyched to get downstairs and start playing my guitar.
"Went pretty well." I answered, placing the guitar down on the ground and flexed my fingers. It never occurred to me just how heavy a guitar could be, especially inside a case. I adjusted the other case on my shoulder, and picked up the guitar again.
"What's in the other case?"
"Dean bought me a laptop."
"A what?"
Come on, I've had a long day, Sam.
"Dean found a electronics store by the mall, and bought me a laptop."
"And a music player and an awesome pair of headphones. Ya know, the fun things a kid needs." Dean groaned, carrying in the bags then dropped them on the ground."I hate shopping."
"Care to explain the laptop, Dean?" Sam asked, crossing his arms firmly like a wife scolding a husband. Which is hilarious considering the situation. "I thought you two were shopping for school supplies?"
"We were, laptop counts as supplies."
"Dean, I gave Cas a list. Didn't he give it to you?"
"Yes and we bought all that stuff." Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on one of the recliners. I just noticed, while we were gone, Sam got in touched with his interior decorative side while we were gone. The furniture was set up in a more organized fashion, and the house was nearly spotless. And I thought Dean and I had a productive day.
"But you gave him your credit card to buy school stuff and a guitar, something he doesn't need for school. I gave him one of mine to buy cool stuff." I rolled my eyes. Dean emphasized on 'cool' just as he did before in the store. "And a laptop is considered a necessity. Now I don't know why you told him it was ok to get a guitar-"
"What if he takes a lesson at school? He's into music, maybe he wants to learn to play guitar and sing songs. He can be the new Ozzy."
"No offense to Cas, but that won't ever happen." Sam glared at him like he was telling Dean to stay on topic. What's the big deal about me getting a guitar and a laptop? Big deal, they wanted me to grab them and I did. So why are they fighting? "Come on, let the kid have some luxuries. He's gonna have a hell of a time with starting school, a laptop isn't going to kill him."
I'm right here and I CAN HEAR YOU! I wanted to scream at them. What kind of shit is this anyway? Do they think it's ok to talk about me while I'm in the room?
"Would you two just shut up? You're acting like an old married couple." I nearly jumped out of my skin. Bobby suddenly appeared behind me, right at the threshold before the basement. His eyes were red and swollen, his arms full of books and an empty, dirty mug. "Move it or lose it, boy."
Boy? I have a name. Whatever.
I took a step to the side and allowed Bobby to walk by me and up to the kitchen island. He dropped the books onto the island, and went to the coffee maker with his empty mug. He poured himself a generous amount into his cup and went back to the books. He set the mug down and began taking the books over to the bookshelf behind the desk.
"Hey Sam," I said, breaking the silence with a slight chuckle. "Dean almost got into a fight with an old lady at the mall."
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. Sam's jaw dropped, amusement washed over his face. No doubt imaging Dean up against a lady old enough to be his grandmother.
"A fight with the old lady?" Sam asked, turning to face Dean with a questioning look.
"She grabbed my ass." Dean answered in an offended tone. "I am not looking for saggy ass."
"Dude, don't put that image in my head." Seriously, no one wants an image of an old lady's bare ass in their mind. Glad Bobby wasn't paying us any attention, God only knows what he would've said.
"I checked out the junkyard behind the barn." He randomly blurted out, putting another book on the shelf. "Belle made sure nothing would be missed from the ol' place."
"Who's Belle?"
Sam was about to answer, but decided not to when Dean stomped on Sam's foot. Sam grunted and puffed up his cheek's. I'm more surprised that Dean could hurt Sam despite their difference in sizes. I can take a cue from this.
"I'll be downstairs." I told them, turning around.
"Pizza for dinner again." Sam shouted after me as the doorbell rang. I swear I could smell the heavenly aroma that is pizza on the other side.
What I didn't tell Sam was that Dean felt he needed to compete to be the cool brother. Granted, Dean didn't say that but he didn't need to. There was a reason Dean stopped at the music store in the mall, and practically forced me to find a guitar with all it's fixings. Not only that, Dean told me to buy a music player and the best set of headphones. All with Dean's credit card. I don't wanna know how much I spent today using Dean's card. I'm starting to feel a little guilty about it, but not much I can do about it now.
I, also, can't tell them about my little stand-off with a stranger in the music store. He looked nothing like Crowley; he was dressed in casual wear, a bit taller, lighter hair and way more buff. A large, half finished rose tattoo showed on his neck making him stand out like a sore thumb. He and I stared at each other, as if waiting for one of the other to make a move like some cheesy Western story. His buff body stood still, his arms slightly spread out and his face tight and fierce. If I blinked, I would've missed the other factor that stood out. His arms somehow casted a very wide, dark shadow on the walls almost like wings. I waited for him to jump at me, attack me like how Crowley. Because, go figure, the burning sensation returned. Only, the difference is that the pain was more bearable. Can't say for sure, but I reckon is because he was a distance away from me. A moment later, two similarly buff guys were at his sides. One was a bit smaller by half a head, his hair was orange-red and his eyes were emerald. The other was the same size as Sam with the same hair color, but a lot shorter. His eyes like steel, and his piercings decorated his lips and ears. But they all had one thing in common; a tattoo of a rose on their necks. The three of them stared at me, their arms spread out slightly. I didn't know what I was going to do if they attacked, I doubt I would be hear holding this guitar right now.
But what was even more strange was that Dean did it again. He either didn't acknowledge or failed what was going on. He is a good guy, without question. But I'm wondering if he is so oblivious to the world around him, that it's a shocker he can drive. While the other three guys and I had our little stare off, Dean didn't notice the lights flickering, the music on the intercom go suddenly static and the slight ringing even the workers heard it. When everything finally stopped, the tattoo guys disappeared like my heroes.