Destiny's Bitch

Chapter 8, Calm Before the Storm

 It had been a week since our so-called adventure by the devil's gate in Wyoming. Sam and I had been going through countless books on the lore of crossroads demons and what not. Yet here we were one week later and no closer to finding a solution to the problem at hand while Dean was intent on living life to the fullest.

Sam and I were sitting in Baby while Dean was in the motel room having fun doing the horizontal tango with some bimbo he had picked up at a nearby bar. I was laying on my stomach on the backseat with a flashlight in my hand and a lore book in front of me.

I heard Sam snicker and I stretched my arm to turn so I could see what he had found, only to find the shadows of Dean and the girl projected onto the see-through curtains that hung in the window. I couldn't help but scoff as I caught a glimpse of the real people through the shadows. I let that be my only reaction before I turned my attention back to the book still resting on the seat before me.

The ringing of a phone caught my attention and I turned to find Sam answering. "Hello?" I shook my head and turned back to the book, if it was important Sam would let me know. "Hey, Bobby." I hummed as I couldn't help but think about how much had changed between me and Bobby since we talked on that fateful night when we lost Sam.

"Oh, same old, same old." Don't lie to him Sam, Bobby can tell when you lie, even though he might not push for the truth. "Then where, Bobby?" I couldn't help the snicker that left me as I knew he had been called out.

A loud laugh came from the room before us, and I couldn't help but look as that was a sound I had never heard before. Sure, Jo had laughed, but she was a girl. I couldn't remember a single moment in my entire life where I had heard the sound of real laughter from a male.

"Polling the electorate." I nearly choked on my saliva at Sam's words. He turned with a confused look as I coughed. I waved him off as I took deep breaths. "Never mind." Sam turned to me as he hung up the phone.

"Do you wanna go get him or should I?" I turned and gave him a look. "He's your brother, not mine." Sam nodded and took a deep breath before he left the car and walked up to the door. I watched him knock before he cautiously opened the door only to poke his head in and freeze before he hurried back out.

I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up from escaping as Sam hurried back to the car. Sam was silent as we waited for Dean to come back out. When Dean finally came out to the car, he quickly turned the key in the ignition and pulled out on the road.

However, the ride was far from smooth, and I got thrown all over the backseat until we hit smother asphalt. "Let me see your knife." I groaned as I finally got the chance to get comfortable in the back while the two brothers in the front bickered as usual. "What for?" "So, he can gouge his eyes out." Dean laughed as Sam sat beside him practically oozing disgust.

"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." I watched as Sam almost shuddered "It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean." I leaned back as I wasn't in the mood to participate in the conversation for several reasons.

Ever since I had joined the brothers back in April things between me and Sam had been good. We both shared a love for books and could read for hours at a time. I would say Sam was quickly becoming my best friend. However, things between Dean and I were different. I noticed after our trip to Wyoming. He had become distant, and every time he picked up a bimbo or hooker at one of the bars, I would get this feeling in my chest that I just can't describe.

Dean was the biggest mystery in my life at the moment. He was obviously attractive; I would have to be blind if I couldn't admit that. But feelings are dangerous in this life. I learned that when I was three and my father, my real father, told me how we lost my mother. This feeling would more than likely go away, after all Jo told me about the crush she once had for Dean that had fiddled out as she got to know him.