𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

094

I look up from the window I'm lining down salt on when Dean comes in. Sam doing the same on the window across the room.

"How is he?" Sam asks.

"He just needs a little rest, that's all. How are you?"

"I'll survive. Thanks again for cleaning me up, Jennifer." I give Sam a small smile even though his back is turned to us.

"It's no problem, Sam. Really." I glance at Dean before going back to lining the little bit left of the window with salt.

"Hey, you guys don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out of the way place to hole up." Dean answers honestly.

"Yeah." I start, setting down the salt before turning to them. "But we should leave in a few hours just to be sure. They'll find us eventually if we stay any longer than that." I state the inevitable.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Sam sighs softly. It's quiet then after that. I look out the window and up at the sky, checking for any black smoke or flickering lights.

"Hey, uh...Dean, you, um..." Sam sighs sharply. I look back over to him. "You saved my life back there." Sam's voice comes out strained and quiet.

"So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean teases. I roll my eyes.

"Man, I'm trying to thank you here." Sam says.

"You're welcome."

I plop down on the small cot that's in the corner of the room and rest my head back on the wood, closing my eyes. The fact that I can take a break and close my eyes in the first place worries me.

Why does it feel like we got away too easily?

"Hey, Sam?" Dean calls before Sam can sit on the cot next to me since John took the other one. The better one.

"Yeah?"

"You know that guy I shot?" Dean quizzes. I pop an eye open, looking at his back. "There was a person in there." He says.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam reminds him. Slowly, I open the other eye.

"I know. That's not what bothers me."

"Then what does?" Sam asks. I straighten up, wanting to know if he's gonna say what I thought he was gonna say.

"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you or dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just uh..."

"It scares you." I finish for him. He looks at me.

"Yeah." He says quietly. I nod.

"I get it." I tell him with a shrug. All our gazes shift over to the sound of footsteps entering the room.

"It shouldn't scare you." John says. "You did good." I look at him surprised.

"You're not mad?" Dean asks carefully.

"For what?"

"Using a bullet." He says as if it's obvious.

"Mad?" John looks between the three of us before settling back on Dean. "I'm proud of ya. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you—you watch out for this family. You always have." I look at John, completely dumbfounded.