𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

030

"Seriously Dean, I'm fine." I sigh. The two of us were currently arguing about my well being, and whether or not we should hit the road so soon, outside Becca's home.

I never expected Dean to care so much. I mean, my injuries weren't even that bad. Not counting the deep cut that's sliced diagonally down my lower arm, or the multiple bruises on my face, neck, arms, and wrists, or the busted lower lip.

"I'm not gonna lie, seeing the shifter looking like you as he attacked me wasn't a walk in the park." I admit quietly, looking down at my purple ringed wrists.

Dean slowly grabs a hold of them, brings them up to his lips, and places a soft kiss on each one for a moment. He gazes into my eyes the whole time. The green in his eyes really popped thanks to the sun thats shining down on us. I even see specks of brown in them. It felt like he was staring into my soul and it stunned me—had me frozen in place. I felt hot, too hot, and I'm sure I was blushing.

His lips are so unbelievably soft and warm.

Like what the hell?!

"You know I would never do something like this, right?" Dean asks seriously. It makes me smile.

"I know, honey." It's quiet for a moment, with Dean just staring down at my wrists, and at the white bandage wrapped around my lower right arm. "It's a shame though." I sigh dramatically. Dean's eyes flicker up to mine.

God, those eyes...

"What?"

"It's just...Detective Dean Winchester. It had a nice ring to it. Kinda sexy too." I say randomly with a playful smile. Dean looks at me for a moment before laughing. I laugh along with him.  Becca's door opens just after that, and both her and Sam walk out, glancing at us. "I'll be back." I smile, gently pulling my wrists out of his hold, and patting his shoulder softly. Walking over towards the other two, I smile at them as they watch me. "You look like crap." I tell Becca when I reach them both. I stand next to Sam, no doubt looking like a dwarf next to him.

"Right back at ya." We both chuckle. "Are you alright though?" She asks. I wave her off dismissively.

"Yeah, don't worry about me. I've gone through worse." I reassure her. She nods her head, not questioning it further.

"I can't believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes, and..." she sighs.

"Yeah, it can all be pretty overwhelming." I say, crossing my arms.

"Understatement. I mean, does everybody at school—nobody knows you guys do this?" Becca asks.

"Nope."

"No."

"Did Jessica know?" She presses. I look up at Sam to see his reaction to the question, and I'm surprised to see a calm one.

"No, she didn't."

"It must be lonely." Becca says sadly.

"Oh, no. No, it's not so bad. I have Jen after all. She keeps me going."

"Aww, stop it, Sam." I say bashfully, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Anyway, what can I do? It's my family." Sam shrugs. We look over at Dean and I wink at him when he looks up from our map. He just shakes his head with a small smile, looking back down.

"I just decided to tag along." I shrug. Becca chuckles at us.

"Well, you know, Zach and me and everybody at school, we really miss you guys." She reaches up to give Sam a hug.

"Yeah, me too." I hear Sam tell her quietly. She backs away after a moment and hugs me to, cautious of my bruises and cuts.

"By the way, that one's a real catch, Jennifer. Nice job." Becca whispers in my ear before backing away. I give her a confused look until she motions to Dean with her eyes. My own eyes widen and I immediately shake my head.

"Oh, no, no. It's not like-"

"Will you call sometime?" She asks us hopefully, successfully cutting me off before I could continue, her eyes shifting to Sam.

"Might not be for a while." Sam smiles sadly. She does the same and waves goodbye to Dean before stepping back inside her house. Sam and I walk back over to the Impala side by side and I bump my shoulder with his arm.

"You keep me going too, Sam." I tell him honestly, looking up at him with a dimpled smile. He returns the smile, gently putting his arm over my shoulders and tucking me into his side.

"So what about your friend Zach?" Dean asks. I turn my gaze away from Sam and look to Dean as we reach him.

"The cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily's murder." Sam tells him, stopping at the front of the Impala. I keep going towards the back seat.

"Found the murder weapon in the guys lair, Zach's clothes stained with her blood. Now they're thinking the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zach will be released soon."

"That's great!" I chirp.

"Yeah, friggin' delightful." Dean mumbles sarcastically, getting into the Impala.

It took us about 15 minutes to drive out of the city. Now all that surrounded us were wheat farms, corn fields, trees, and the road. I would shout out an animal every time I spotted one, it was one of the many things I did to annoy Dean.

"Cows!" I shout.

"Jennifer! Shut. Up." Dean grits out.

"Sam, did you see them? There were literally tons of them right there!" I exclaim, ignoring Dean.

"Yeah, Jen. I saw them. I could smell them too."

"Hey, don't judge! They can't help it. I don't see anybody judging you for your height comparison to Big Bird." I defend to which Sam chuckles with a shake of his head.

It's quiet after that for a few moments. I quietly hum along to the song playing on the cassette tape as I wait for another animal to pass by.

"Sorry, man." Dean apologizes randomly. I didn't look away from the window, my mind focused on finding another cow, or horse. But I listened.

"About what?" Sam asks.

"I really wish things can be different, you know? I wish you could just be...Joe college."

"Awh, it's okay." Sam takes a deep breath. "You know, truth is...even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in." That makes me frown a little.

He fit in just fine to me. Sometimes I think he fit in a little too well, unlike me.

"Well, that's because you're a freak." Dean states matter of factly.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Well, I'm a freak too."

"And so am I." I cut in, resting my chin on the leather seat between the two of them. Dean turns his head to me.

"I almost forgot you were here." Dean jokes. I punch his shoulder in response. He chuckles, using his hand to push my face away. I huff, and look out the window with a sulking look.

"We're right there with you all the way." He says after a moment of silence, emphasis on the 'we're'. I smile and Sam sighs.

"Yeah, I know you are."

"You know, I got to say, I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it." Dean says after another moment. I look at him with furrowed brows.

"Umm, miss what exactly?" I ask.

"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" Dean smiles at me through the rear view mirror, and I scoff.

"Don't worry, I think you'll have a few chances."