Life as a Winchester

Chapter seven. With enough time and pressure

After a long day of working a rather hard case fighting against werewolves, and so since we killed them all, we went to a bar to celebrate. Castiel had come to the fight and so he was there too. Me, Sam and Cas were sitting together, while Dean was off doing who knows what. Pretty soon we started getting pretty drunk, and then Sam went off and watched played pool. Then Cas went wandering off too. Now I was all alone, and then dean came over and sat by me. "What's the point of a bartender if their not even hot?" He asked me. "To serve you drinks, I suppose." I said as I took another swig of my wiskey. "I bet I can drink more than you" Dean said. "Oh your on" I said. We each ordered drinks, and downed them. Another, and another and another. After a while I lost track of how many drinks I had, and then I passed out after a couple more. I woke up the next morning on my bed in my bedroom in the bunker. I got up and immediately felt nauseous, so I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I got there I totally lost my lunch. I walked out of the bathroom after I felt a little better so I could go find everybody else. "Hello?" I asked as I walked into the map room, and saw Sam asleep on the table. He woke up suddenly and looked around. "What happened last night?" I asked. Sam jumped out of his seat after hearing my voice. "Oh, you passed out, I had to drive you and Dean home. Cas just disappeared, and Dean was drunk as hell so there was no way I was gonna let him drive, and I was the only mostly sober person, so I had to drive. You've been passed out until now" he answered. "Geez having a drinking contest against Dean was such a mistake, I have a massive hangover" I said as I rubbed my forehead, trying to get my throbbing headache to go away. "You do know Dean drinks like, all the time, right? There's no way you'd be able to beat him in a drinking contest" Sam laughed. "Oh shut up" I said.

"Hey look, I found a case, here in town, and it's looking like a clear sign that it's a shapeshifter, it shouldn't be too hard" Sam said after we sat in the bunker for a few hours. "Sounds like a plan, let's go" Dean said, since he was in the room. "Dean, how can you be well enough for a case? I still feel like crap on a stick" I said as I took a drink of my coffee, but then I set it back down since it was just making my stomach and my head feel a thousand times worse. "What? Oh, I feel fine. Do you not?" Dean asked, and I glared at him. "Right. Well, you can stay here and rest and we'll be back soon I guess" Dean said. "Sounds like a plan , I'm tired" I yawned. So Sam and Dean left on the case and I went to my bedroom in the bunker. My room was a small one, since I would rather have a small space than a large one, with a twin bed, a small chair, a desk by my bed, some nerdy posters hung up on the wall and a bunch of pictures of me, Sam and Dean together on a shelf across my bed along with some random trinkets of mine. I immediately fell into my bed and I was asleep in an instant. I woke up a couple hours later feeling tired still, but knowing that I would not sleep tonight if I slept anymore now. It was about six o'clock, and my stomach started rumbling. I was no longer nauseous, and ramen noodles sounded amazing at the moment. I went to the kitchen and started cooking. I made the broth first with extra chicken bullion, then I added the noodles. After I was finished making it I ate it while reading through some articles online. After I finished reading some articles and finding nothing suspicious or anything that might be a case, I decided to watch one of deans downloaded movies. He didn't have a bunch of options, so I decided to watch an old cowboy show which was actually a pretty amusing show. After it was finished I was super tired again, so I decided to hit the hay.

I was woken up suddenly to the sound of the door opening to the bunker. It startled me, so I grabbed my gun and headed out the door cautiously. I walked down the hall slowly and then when I turned the corner I pointed my gun up on the balcony. "Woah, don't shoot, it's us" Dean said. "Oh my gosh you scared the hell out of me!" I said as I lowered the gun. "You guys look like crap" I said when they came down the stairs and I got a better look at them. "Yeah, well it turns out there were two shifters" Sam said. I examined their cuts to help them patch up before going to bed. "Geez, that's gonna need stitches" I said as I looked at a large gash on Sams arm. "Dean your good, I just need to clean your cuts so don't go anywhere." I said. I got all the cleaning supplies and the stitching supplies and came back over to the boys. I cleaned up deans cuts first so he could get to bed, and then after he went off to his room I started cleaning Sams. I cleaned a couple off on his face before getting to his arms. "Before you came along, me and Dean barely ever worried about cleaning cuts, then again my dad didn't really either, so it wasn't really in our culture." Sam said. "Really? You guys must have gotten lots of infections" I said as I started to wipe off his wrists which were covered in cuts, which looked like they came from a small knife. Then I got to the large one on his arm and cleaned it, then I cleaned the needle. I got quickly to sewing, and as soon as I punctured his skin he winced. "I'm sorry" I said very apologetically. "Your good" he said as he looked right into my eyes and smiled, although his face still showed a small amount of pain. I punctured again, and he winced again. "I'm sorry" I said again. "It's okay, just keep going" Sam said as he rested his hand on my lap. I finished sewing him up and then cleaned off the needle with some alcohol. "Okay, this is gonna sting, just hold still" I said. I put some alcohol on a towel and then started wiping it on his arm, and he winced again. I moved the towel away quickly, cause he had winced even harder than before. "It's okay, keep going, I'll be okay" Sam said reassuringly. I nodded and continued. Finally it was done and I cleaned everything up. "Thanks" Sam said as he came close to me. His face was so close to mine that I could see his eyes traveling, from my eyes down to my lips and back up to my eyes, over and over again. It was so hard not to kiss him, right then and there, but I knew I couldn't. What if he didn't like me anymore and he pushed me away? But how can I keep all of these feelings all bottled up to myself forever? Finally I decided to give in, and my lips brushed his gently. Then I kissed him again and this time it was a real kiss, not a brief one. After we broke away, we looked into each other's eyes for a minute, and then I decided to break the tension. "Goodnight, Sam." I said, and I turned around and went to my room.