The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 8. You're Bleeding on My Carpet

Niamh walked the seemingly eternal corridors as the droplets falling from her hair touched her bare shoulders. The back of her hair has almost completely soaked her black thin T-shirt. She was holding a coarse towel between her hands and was rubbing several strands of hair with the towel to get rid of excess water. Her mission was to get to the kitchen and drink the cup of coffee she urgently needed to get on with the day. Approaching the kitchen, she heard the familiar voices of the brothers and angel discussing something, but Niamh couldn't make out what. She appeared around the corner and Sam was the first to see her and coughed briefly causing Dean and Castiel to stop talking.

"Hey guys." She greeted them all but couldn't shake the feeling something's up. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Sam replied repeatedly, "good morning."

Niamh sent all three of them a confused look and turned around to get herself a cup of coffee. The liquid was cold already and bitter for her liking, but she downed the cup in few sips and joined the trio at the table.

"All three of you are weird as hell this morning." Niamh stated and intertwined her fingers in front of her at the table.

"Cas found some scripts which need translation so we were deciding on who will do what today." Dean replied while keeping his eyes on the cup he held in his right hand while the other arm was curled and pressed over the chair. Castiel only nodded.

"Okay," Niamh trailed off, "so what's my job?"

"Well, we thought-" Sam tried to say but was sternly cut off by his brother

"You thought."

"-if it's okay with you of course, that you handle a case in Superior, Nebraska," Sam continued while bitch-staring at Dean.

"Yeah, it's fine. What is it?"

"Estranged vamps, probably newbies."

"Cool. It's been a while since I beheaded something." Niamh lughed.

"Superior is about forty miles away; you can take any car you want from the garage and any weapon you think you might need," Sam said with a smile that showed emotion close to sadness or pity, but Niamh didn't think anything of it.

"I think I already know which car I want." Niamh grinned and shot a glance over at Dean who was still looking at his cup. After a few silent seconds he lifted his eyes and met his brother and friend smiling at him.

"Hell to the no!" He shouted and shook his head which made everyone at the table laugh. "You can take whatever you want, even that stupid bike, but you're not touching baby." Dean continued while moving his finger to let them know he's not fooling around.

"You have a bike?" Niamh asked with narrowed and hopeful eyes and Sam replied with a slight head nod which almost made Niamh squeal like a child. "Dibs!" She exclaimed and made them laugh.

"I'll send you the info I gathered while you get ready."

"Got it, Sammy." Niamh gave the tall friend a high five and marched back to her room to get ready for the hunt.

Niamh let her hair air dry as she dressed and packed for what she thought was half a day's work. While she was putting the spare gun in the holster she attached to her left leg, she heard a knock on the doorpost which made her look over her shoulder. Dean was standing at the door frame with his arms crossed and clenched close to his body.

"Sup, Dean-o?"

"I don't like that you're solo on this hunt."

"Why don't you come with me then?" Niamh taunted and turned her body towards Dean.