My Winchester

Stupid Boys

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We drove out to a small town in Nebraska a couple of days later. My tattoos were healing and the pain had subsided. Every once in a while, at the bunker, Dean would brush his hand along the covered tattoos as he walked by. It sent chills up my spine, and I can't say that I didn't like it.

It was just that every time he made a move like that, I would think of my family.

The family that he wasn't letting me look for.

I spent almost the whole trip to Nebraska thinking about how I came to the boys to get answers. And when I realized they weren't my killers, I stayed with them because I thought they would help. I didn't come because I needed partners in crime or a relationship.

"You alright back there?" Sam asked as we stopped at a gas station.

"Yeah, just thinking," I had replied.

This whole trip has gotten me into a depressed mood lately. I just wanted to get where we were going and hunt. Not that I really got to hunt. No, I was just used to celebrate at the bars when the case was over and to do research for them before they solved it. I didn't understand any of the stuff I looked up for them, and I wasn't learning a thing.

I took a long nap when we got there. The boys went out to talk to the family, try to see what we're dealing with. 

I fell into a deep sleep, only to be awoken up by a nightmare.

In the dream, I was sleeping in my own bed, back home. I was comforted at first, missing my old place. But then I heard noises downstairs.

I climbed out of my bed and tiptoed towards the kitchen. I really wished I hadn't though.

Dean Winchester was standing in my kitchen. Only, this time I wasn't the least bit attracted to him. His eyes were consumed by black orbs.

He had my sister tied to a chair, gashes all over her body. She screamed so loud that I began to cry. Dean looked up at me and smiled devilishly.

Then he took a knife and dragged it along my sister's throat.

"Carmen! Carmen, wake up!" The boys yelled at me as I awoke with a jolt. "What happened?" I muttered.

When I opened my eyes, Dean was right in front of me. Letting out a loud scream, I jumped across the bed and aimed my pistol at Dean's head.

"Woah, woah, there tiger," Dean muttered as he raised both hands.

"Carmen, it's okay. It was a dream," Sam tries to assure me. I start to cry as he talks. "Hey, it's okay, it was just a dream."

Sam comes up to me and coasts the gun out of my hands, pulling me into his chest. I burst into tears against him. "Shh, it's okay, you're okay," Sammy told me as I cried, soaking his shirt.

Sam and Dean shared a look while I sobbed. Neither of them had seen me break down before. Eventually, Sam coaxed me back into my bed, and told me soothing things until I fell back asleep.

***

"No, I am not bringing her on this hunt. What if they get ahold of her? It'll be like looking for Dad all over again!" Dean whisper yelled to his brother, waking me. I continued to lay still, listening to the boys talk.

"I'm right there with ya', man. Just how are we going to talk her into staying here?" Sam replied.

"I don't know. We could lie or something," Dean mutters.

"Why the hell would I stay here?" I ask now, getting slightly pissed off. I sit up in my bed, eyeing the boys on the other side of the room. They both turn towards me, sharing a glance before Dean begins to mutter curse words.