Joining The Winchesters

Chapter Six

Looking around, Dean called out in the dark with a groggy voice.

"Sam?"

No reply came.

Dean called out again before he heard the sound of a short yell and a cup smashing. It was coming from Wanda's room.

Rushing in, he spotted Wanda curled up on her bed, her legs coming to her chest before she rubbed her face and gave a little jump as she spotted Dean as the light came on.

"Is everything okay?"

Wanda looked around a little before lowering her legs and rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, crap. I woke you, didn't I?"

Dean shook his head. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I was gonna be up in 30 minutes anyway." Dean told her. However, quickly continued as he spotted the glass on the ground and Wanda's feet bare.

"Careful. And, you're already bleeding. Stay there." Dean told her, finally spotting her hand. Clearly, she had hit the glass and it had somehow managed to cut the side of her hand in the process.

Dean returned a few minutes later, long pajama bottoms on rather than just his boxers and t-shirt, as well as a brush and dust-pan.

A few minutes later, the glass was gone and Dean grabbed hold of the first-aid kit from her bedside before sitting beside her, cleaning the cut and placing a plaster over it.

"There." Dean told her. "Now, you wanna tell me what you was mumbling about?"

Wanda shook her head. "It was nothing."

"Wanda." Dean warned.

Sighing, Wanda finally sat back before patting the place beside her for Dean to sit next to her, against the headboard. He did so, and she began explaining.

"I was back in Sokovia." Wanda began. "And I was just reliving everything. The bomb, the shouting, the dust. And then I was back with Strucker. And the experiments. It was like I could feel everything. And then I was suddenly pushed back and I just kept falling and falling."

"And the glass?"

Wanda looked to Dean for a moment before looking back away. "I landed and I was being thrown against the walls. They just kept looking at me with black eyes. They kept saying things. That they were going to hurt people and I couldn't do anything about it."

Feeling an arm wrap around her, Dean pulled her in closer allowing her to finally relax.

"How many?"

"What?" Wanda asked, looking to him.

"How long has it been the same?"

Wanda sighed. She couldn't lie. Not now, anyway. "A few nights. They just keep getting more vivid. But I can't ever see their faces."

Dean nodded, placing her lips against her head, kissing the top of it before pulling the blankets of her bed back and lay both himself and Wanda down.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep. And so are you." Dean told her. "You've not been sleeping and I would have slept past my alarm anyway."

"What about Sam?"

Dean mumbled as he spoke, holding Wanda closer. "He and Charlie have it covered."

Smiling, Wanda lowered her head, feeling Dean's heartbeat echo through her head. And it wasn't long before the pair of them had fallen into a deeper slumber.

Hours later, once Sam rose he looked around to find Dean's bedroom door open and empty, as well as the entire bunker silent.

Charlie had gone out to pick up some more supplies, leaving Sam to do some research. Yet, not until noon did he begin to worry a little. Dean hadn't walked through the doors, and Wanda wasn't in. The Impala was still in the garage, as was Wanda's car. Leaving one last place left to look.

Creeping down the hall, Sam came to an abrupt stop when he came to Wanda's bedroom door. He could hear a little talking, but mostly mumbled. The door was open just enough for Sam to see the bottom half of Wanda's bed.

Both his brother and the woman he'd come to view as, perhaps, a sister, lay together, entangled under the topping blanket on her bed.

He had heard some talking in the middle of the nigh tand a glass smash, but he quickly reverted back to sleep since he was knackard.

"Shut up." Dean said, slightly teasingly in reply to whatever Wanda had told him.

"Oh, come on, you love it." Wanda replied.

"You tell Sam, and I'll kick your ass."

Wanda narrowed her eyes in a teasing glare. "Sure you will."

Smiling, Sam headed back down the hall before turning back around and heading into the library. He wouldn't say a word...just yet anyway.

Eventually, the pair got up and out of bed, Wanda headed for the bathroom.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." Sam smiled as Dean entered, now fully dressed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good." Dean replied, nothing hidden behind his tone - as far as Sam was concerned. "Where's Charlie?"

"Out running errands."

"Again?"

Sam shrugged. "The check-out girl is cute."

Dean nodded. "Ah."

"Where's Wanda?" Sam asked. However, that was when Dean became...flustered. He began stuttering like an idiot about why would he know where she is before he backed out of the room, nearly knocking lamps and tables over on his way towards the kitchen which only made Sam smile and chuckle as he watched his older brother.