Unexpected Twists (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 28 - Thank Yous

Oh myy I'm so sorry guys I haven't updated in 8 or 9 months?? (what! I didn't realize it was that long). I feel so horrible because so many of you love this story and leave such nice comments and I here I am hate the things I did with it. It's just so unorganized. But it was the first thing I wrote so I guess I should just accept that things can't be perfect the first time around hah. And a special sorry to those of you who have had to re-read an unfinished story multiple times!! You guys rock. Also, someone called me the "Queen of fluff" and someone else said that they were gonna write fanfiction about my fanfiction and I'm in love with all of you.

Side note: a few of you have commented and asked about who I would cast as Joce, but I actually left that empty because I have no idea! I see her, honestly, as a mix of a few people (and one of them is me tbh). There's a little Anne Hathaway, a little Eliza Dushku (Faith on Buffy the Vampire Slayer).

-:-:-:-:-

When Wren and I were twelve years old, we had a bike accident. We were trying something we'd seen two friends do in a movie, where one rides on the handlebars of the other's bike. It didn't go well. Wren pedaled us straight into a railing, which I promptly flipped right over. I cracked my head on the concrete sidewalk on the other side. We laughed about it later, but at the time I had been knocked out cold and it was rather terrifying for both of us. Lainey had seen it happen and screamed for Mr. Moyer, who carried me cradled in his arms back into the orphanage. I remember coming to, feeling myself jostled back and forth with each step he took.

I remember this as the same thing happens seven years later under very different circumstances. First, there's that rocking feeling, as the legs of whoever it is that's carrying me bump against my back. Then, there's a fuzzy sensation in my brain as the darkness fades and my senses return.

My left arm is dangling while my right is pressed against someone's muscled chest at an awkward angle. I've become so familiar with the way Sam feels that I know these are his arms I'm nestled in like a damsel in distress.

I let out an involuntary groan as Sam picks up the pace; my broken but slowly recovering body does not appreciate that.

Sam looks down at me briefly just as I finally find it in me to open my eyes.

"Thank you, Sam."

"Shhh, let me get you out of here first. Then we'll decide who deserves the thanks."

If I had the energy, I'd probably roll my eyes at him. Instead, I let them slide shut again and depend on my ears to tell me about my surroundings.

Sam's steady breathing is what I tune into first. It's heavier from exertion but not by much. I feel his warm breath hit my face each time he takes a moment to glance down at me.

I realize the pain in my head has lessened. Crowley's torture device, the metal crown thing, is gone. It must have fallen off, or, more likely, someone thought to remove it. Castiel, maybe. He'd know how probably.

Down the hall I hear two sets of footsteps clamoring hurriedly across the concrete floor. Charlie and Jo possibly? I can't be sure.

I pick up on another pair of feet slapping against the ground behind us and for a moment I'm worried we're about to be overtaken by Crowley's demons or something just as bad until I hear a familiar, gruff voice bark Sam's name.

"Sammy!" Dean huffs again as he gets closer to us. I feel Sam slow to a stop and I try not to let out an audible sigh of relief as my body gets a rest from the jostling. "Where's Cas?"

I hear the worry in Dean's voice, which worries me in turn. Why doesn't Dean know where Cas is?

"Last I saw, he and Indio were taking down a group of demons outside. That was only five minutes ago." I can't see Sam's face but as I listen to him I can picture his face scrunching up the way it does when he's worried.