Demons || Dean Winchester [1]

Chapter 22

As I stared out of the window, I couldn't help but notice an uncomfortable silence between us. We were back on the road now and Dean hadn't even told me where we were going. I knew he said we were good before, but something just felt off.

"Are we okay?" I asked him, making sure to keep my eyes on the road.

He sighed. "Yeah, we're good."

"So uh, where are we going?"

"Kansas."

"Any particular reason?"

"Look, Eva, can we just not talk?" He suddenly said, switching the radio on, probably as an attempt to ignore me.

"Sure."

***

When we finally arrived, we got a room at a hotel and Dean was pretty much silent the whole time. Clearly something was up, except he obviously didn't want to talk about it. I sat down at the small table and watched as he rummaged through his duffel bag. "Are you being weird because you used to live here?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Are you being weird 'cause of me?"

I heard him laugh a little as he shook his head. "No, I already told you, we're good."

"You can talk to me, ya know?"

"Yeah, well I don't need to." He mumbled, before slipping a gun in his jacket and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Look, I just gotta go check somethin' out, okay? You need to stay here and take it easy."

I just did as he said and let him walk out the door, leaving me alone in the hotel room. It was obvious there was something wrong, but I didn't want to intrude. I'd already messed things up when I called his brother. I didn't want to make things worse. So I just did as he said and decided to use my time to do something productive. He'd surely tell me what was going on eventually. I just had to respect his wishes for now.

***

About an hour had passed and Dean still hadn't come back. I was just hoping he was taking his time or something. I just couldn't allow myself to think the worst. Dean was an experienced hunter, he could look after himself. However, my worries were quickly sent away when I heard the door swing open. Turning around in my chair, I saw Dean marching in. And he seemed to be having a bit of a struggle. "You okay?"

He sighed, sitting down on the couch and rubbing his hand over his eyes. "I'm good."

Obviously that was a lie, so I decided to get up and sit down next to him. "Look, I don't wanna cross anymore lines. But if there's something wrong, you know you can talk to me right?"

"It's my house." He suddenly said, refusing to look at me and keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. "There's this woman living in my old house, and she says there's been some weird stuff going on lately."

"You think it's haunted?"

"Yeah."

"So what's the problem? Can't you just go and sort it?"

He shook his head before looking at me. "It could be my mom."