Connect The Dots (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Runnin'

 I don't remember much from whatever accident had happened. What I do know, however, is that I somehow gathered strength to hurl Garrett towards a bookshelf, splintering it. Afterwards, it took all of Sam, Dean, AND Bobby to hold me back. I must've passed out afterwards, because now all I could tell was that my eyelids felt like 2 ton bricks on my face. When I finally opened my eyes, they were met with the sight of Sam's chin.

"S-Sammy...what happened?" I muttered, coughing a few times.

"Izzy, you're awake! Are you hurting? Do you feel sick?" Sam helped me sit up more in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

"What's going on? Where is everyone?" I felt extremely nauseated, but didn't want to burden Sammy.

"Garrett is bandaging himself, Bobby and Dean are packing the cars, and me... Well, I've been keeping watch on you for about an hour." Sam petted the back of my head gently.

"What time is it?" I tried looking around for a clock but didn't seem to find one.

"4:30. We'll head out as soon as Garrett is done fixing himself up. Get some rest, okay Izzy?" Sam lightly patted my back, allowing me to rest in his grasp.

*Time Skip*

     The next time I awoke, I felt much better. My eyes were easier to open, and my limbs didn't feel like they weighed an ass-ton. But, I was in a car. Not the Trans Am, the Impala. Without Garrett, and with Sam driving. Stretching in my seat, I allowed a loud yawn to escape.

"Welcome to the world of the living." Sam joked, turning up the radio to where I could make out Alice Cooper playing.

"Heya, Sammy. What time is it?" I asked, playfully punching him in the arm.

"Check your phone." Sam's tone was that of a child who'd just done something mischievous, but thought it funny.

     Reaching for my phone in my jacket pocket, I pressed the home button so that it showed the lockscreen. The background image had been changed from a collection of my favourite fictional characters, to a picture Sam had taken. In the picture, Sam was flashing a dorky-ass smile, with me knocked out in the passenger seat, my mouth open. Oh, and it was 9:53.

"Dammit, Sammy!" I laughed, flicking his ear.

"Hey, don't distract the driver!"  He cast a quick glance at me, smirking.

"I'm hungry as all hell. When're we stoppin'?" I popped my knuckles against the dash, looking at the trees passing by.

"Well, we're just on the other side of Rapid City. Call Dean and see what he thinks." Sam pressed harder on the gas pedal as the car in front of us turned off.

     Once I'd gotten off the phone with Dean, I told Sam that there was a small town along the southern border that wasn't much off of our route. That's where we could eat and look for a motel to stay at later tonight. The ride to the town took about another 45 minutes, but we survived. I started feeling a minor headache come on, but figured it was just because of the events of the morning. Once we parked, I heard another engine roar up beside us. Getting out of the Impala, I was greeted with the sight of Garrett, Dean, and my lovely Trans Am.

     We all 4 walked into the diner style establishment we'd chosen to eat. The waitress led us to our table. Me next to Sam, Dean next to Garrett. My headache was getting stronger, but I pushed it away. Once I'd placed my order, I excused myself from the boys and escaped to the bathroom. Now, my eyes had started to burn. Locking the door with clammy palms, I turned, panting, to the mirror. With my face just inches from the glass, I saw my normally green eyes being filled with an electric blue.