Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Bad Day at Black Rock (5)

Bad Day at Black Rock (5)

Kylie's POV

The neon lights of the motel flashed, the bright yellow letters making me squint. The Impala coming to a squeaky halt right outside of our room.

"Alright, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So, it'll take me about two hours to get there." Dean explained to a shoeless Sam as he pouted in the passenger seat.

"So, what are we doing here?" Asked the younger Winchester, his brows pulled together in confusion as he looked up at the blinding neon sign.

Dean and I had made an agreement to keep Sam at the motel room. Not only was it safer for him, but it was going to keep our asses safe.

"You, my brother," He gave his brother's knee a hard pat, "are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's explanation, most likely assuming that he was being overdramatic. 

"Sam, you know he's right." I said gently, being the voice of reason.

I was the first one to slip out of the car, my hands stuffed in my jacket pocket searching for the small key that would take Sam to his safety.

Walking into the room, I flipped on the lights taking in the room the room that I found cleaner than the other rooms that we had stayed in.

Dean's dirty boots ruined that idea when he walked in, tainting the white carpet with the mud and dirt that had caked itself to the leather.

Sam was next to come in, his chin tucked down like a little kid who just got scolded. He stopped in the middle of the room looking around.

"Guys, what am I even supposed to do?" He sighed; his voice filled with depression.

Dean, being the knight and shining armor for his brother, caught on to the quiver in Sammy's voice and did what he did best. He protected his family.

"Nothing! Nothing." He shook his head. "Come here." He grabbed his shoulders. "I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here." He made his way over to the small dining table, pulling a black chair right in the middle of the room. He pushed his brother into the chair, keeping him away from anything that could harm him. "And don't move, Ok?" He shook his head. "Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." He scolded before turning to get into his duffel bag.

Sam made a face at his unknowing brother, his nose scrunching up before he took a risk at scratching it a few times.

With a deep breath and slight roll of my eyes I moved to stand in front of him, ruffling his hair. "Don't worry, okay? Dean and I will be back from Queens before you even know it and we'll figure this whole thing out."

"Yeah, about that." 

I turned to face the green-eyed hunter as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"What do you mean?" I gave a quick shake of my head.

"I mean, you're staying here with Sam." He said rather quickly, turning on his heel so he wouldn't have to face me.

The lack of eye contact didn't save him from my wrath. "Dean?" I groaned angrily.

"Look, two hours to get down there and another two hours back." He glanced at me, duffel bag thrown over his shoulder.

"There is no way you're leaving me here with 'Good Luck Chuck'." I threw my thumb in Sam's direction behind me.

"Hey!"