𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

026

Four months. Four months since I left Stanford to be on the road with the Winchester's, and I felt like I was gonna go insane any moment now. With all the testosterone and rock music, to the  arguments and pranks that I have to deal with on a daily basis. Though I do admit, I've also had lots of fun with them as well, at least when I'm the one doing the pranking.

Things between Sam and I were tense for a few days after the Bloody Mary case, like I expected. Dean even had to call us out on it, threatening to drop the both of us on our asses, before we finally talked about everything and broke down the wall that was starting to build between us.

Sam told me about the dreams he had before Jessica passed and how they always ended with her burning up on the ceiling, which is how she actually ended up dying. I tried reassuring him that it was just a weird coincidence, but the both of us knew better.

I also told Sam about what happened that night with the hunter and how I found out I was pregnant, and it was the only thing I told him. There was no way I could tell him about the night I lost the baby without me balling my eyes out.  He had told me that he couldn't imagine himself in that situation and reassured me that he wouldn't tell his brother about it.

Once we talked everything out for the most part and swore to each other that we wouldn't tell Dean the other's secret, we had fallen back into our brother sister bond, started working jobs again, and continued searching for their dad.

As for Dean and I, well, I'd like to think we've gotten closer. Don't get me wrong, we still make it our mission to bug the crap out of each other, but we have our moments. Their little, but I remember them.

Like the day of my birthday. I guess Dean remembered it because he woke me up that midnight saying we had to celebrate, or at least have a drink. I had denied the offer, but he wasn't having it. He literally dragged me out of bed and took me to the bar down the street from our motel, leaving Sam to get his beauty sleep.

We drank, we danced, we talked, and honestly, I never thought I'd have so much fun on my birthday, let alone with Dean. I haven't celebrated it since I was ten, never wanted to because I didn't have my family with me.

But at that bar, with Dean, I didn't think about them, and I didn't feel sad. I felt happy, comfortable, all because of him. Ever since that day, I've just felt different around him, and it scared me because I didn't know what it was. I've never felt it before.

"Sam wears women's underwear..." Dean says, pulling me out of the birthday memory. I don't hear anything he's said before that, and just now realize that we've stopped at a gas station. I snap my gaze away from the window and look at Sam.

"Sam, we've talked about that. It's weird." I play along, sounding concerned. Dean and I look at each other and smirk.

"I'm listening. I'm just busy."

"Busy with what?" Dean and I ask at the same time. He steps out of the car and goes over towards the gas pump, my eyes following him.

"Reading emails." I roll my eyes over to Sam.

"Wow, that's really descriptive." I reply sarcastically.

"Emails from who?" Dean grabs the gas pump and starts towards the gas cap at the back of the car.

"From my friends at Stanford." He shouts so Dean can hear him from the back.

"Seriously?" I question. Sam turns to look at me.

"You really don't email any of them? Not even Cameron?"

"No, it never crossed my mind. Why, do they ask about me?" I ask, scooting forward. He nods.