Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Six

Dean takes my hand and holds it in his, trying to wipe away the blood with the wet rag. Blood had stained my hands because I was wiping the blood from my face, not really meaning to.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dean asks as he doesn't make eye contact with me. I hesitate before coming up with an answer.

"I thought you would kick me out. Angels aren't the nicest people to have around. You should know that." He continues to scrub the blood from my hands. Then he lifts the wet rag up to my face. He holds one side of my face with one hand and with the other, he scrubs at the now dried blood. His touch makes my face heat up a little, but I don't think he notices.

"You're not like Cas, I'll say that much," he says, and I lower my eyebrows. I look up into his green eyes with my confused look, forcing him to look into my eyes, too. "You're around more than he is. The angels always seem...busy. You don't have anything to do other than hunt with us." My face relaxes as I stare into his eyes. He looks away and stares at my face, still trying to scrape away the blood.

After what seems like hours, he finally sets the rag down beside the sink. He looks at me, then points to the mirror. "Have a look at yourself." I stand up off of the toilet seat and stand in front of the mirror. You can barely tell that Dean beat the crap out of me, which is good. There are a few spots where you can see that I was bleeding, but that's all.

"Nice job," I say to Dean. He stands behind me, looking at me in the mirror. He smiles a little then starts to walk out of the bathroom. "Wait, Dean." He stops and turns around to face me. "You're letting me stay?" I ask. He looks at the floor then back at me.

"I guess I am," he says, smirking. He walks out of the bathroom as he shuts the door behind him.

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hey Jude

don't make it bad

take a sad song and make it better

remember to let her into your heart

then you can start to make it better

The familiar song plays through my earbuds and floods through my ears, making me get lost in thought. I've heard this song so many times before, but I don't remember where. I feel like it was important to me a while ago.

hey Jude

don't be afraid

you were made to go out and get her

the minute you let her under your skin

then you begin to make it better

I shut off my MP3 player because I don't feel like listening to this sad crap right now. I take out my earbuds and wrap them around my MP3 player, tucking it away safety in my pocket. I get up out of bed and leave my room, heading across the hallway to Sam and Dean's room.

"Guys?" I say, knocking on the door. I hear someone groan in frustration before the door opens. I laugh at the sight. Dean just got out of bed; he looks so sleepy and his hair is ruffled around messily.

"What are you laughing at?" He asks, moving out of the way so I can step inside. I laugh again, not really meaning to this time.

"Brush your hair, sleepyhead," I say as I close the door behind me.

"Why are you here?" he asks tiredly. He shakes Sam awake as he rubs his eyes.

"Because it's 10:30. We're on a case, Dean. Let's get it done."