Bobby's daughter (a supernatural fanfic)

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I had tears in my eyes as we drove away. But in this business there is no time for that or at least that's what dad says. I look at Sam riding shotgun. He is looking through newspapers from across the country. I place a hand on his shoulder. Then asked,

" any jobs babe?"

I saw Dean roll his eyes as Sam shuffled through a few papers.

" I don't know yet baby. There are a few that might be but I still don't know."

I take a few newspaper articles from his lap And started to skim through them. I stopped when I saw two guys on the front.

Going back to addictions or never stopped?

The case of the town of Chicago, Illinois is very strange and professionals are still trying to figure it out. People who have been clean from addictions have mysteriously started back up again. The addicts have been sent to a rehab facilities. Even teens who parents didn't know were addicted to something have gotten worse and are being sent. One of the victims in the mysterious case is fourteen year old Alice Wilson. She came home to find her father drunk and she claims that her father has been clean for nine years only having the occasional beer or glass of wine. Whatever this is it is bringing out the worst of everyone. There are people ages 16 and over being sent to rehab for selfharm, drinking, drugs, over eating, under eating, and more.

Sam looked at dean and Dean said,
" probably famine again. I don't think you and Liz car handle your hungers so I'll have to get Cass help me again." I know he is right. We drive into a little hotel 400 miles from Chicago. Me and Sam walk in Dean directly behind us. Someone about my age asked if we wanted two queens or a king. We said two queens and he rolled his eyes. I know what he was implying and i pointed to Sam and I said,
" that's my boyfriend."
Then I pointed at Dean.
" that's his mean ass brother. " Sam smiled. Then he said,
" if you have two rooms with kings my 'mean ass brother' can stay alone." Dean smiled a snarky smile and said,
" at least I don't have to share a bed with that bitch. "
I flipped him off as Sam wrapped his arms around me and said,
" you're just jelly that I have an incredibly sexy girlfriend. "
The guy behind the counter cleared his throat. I felt bad for him kinda. I turned my attention to him and he said,
" we do have two rooms both with kings."
Sam payed him, grabbed the keys, threw deans keys at him, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. Then carried me to our room. He opened the door and let me fall onto the bed. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it at me I turned to were he couldn't see my chest and changed into his shirt. He went to go take a shower. I lay on top of the covers and flip through the newspaper articles again. I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom. But I turned around and saw Sam in his night pants they hang low on his waist. He looks at me and says,
" How bout we sleep baby." I neatly fold the newspaper articles and set them on a chair. I turn to see Sam already in bed. I crawled into bed right next to him and he wraps his arms around me. I smiled as he kisses my forehead and whispers,
" goodnight beautiful. "
*******
I'm sitting on the couch in the hotel room. I hear Sam stumble in the door. He falls onto the bed Dean runs in behind him. I run over to Sam to see what's wrong. I see a deep gash across his arm. So its not that bad...But the gash is deep I reminded myself. I grab a towel and hold it to the gash. Dean runs back in with a bottle in one hand needle and thread. I look at him and say,
" tell cas to get his feathery ass down here."
Then I black out.
******
I wake up crying. Sam isn't awake. Good I want him to sleep well. I lay there for a minute. Then I wiggle out of his arms and walk to the fridge. I look for the case of rootbeer that I put in there and grab a rootbeer. I open it and slowly drink it. I look at the clock on my side of the bed. 3:30am? Well I slept longer than last time. I throw away the empty rootbeer can and go cuddle back up to Sam.I feel him start to shake. I hear him say,

" no. NO! NOT HER! TAKE ME! NO!"
He sits up really fast and I jump back. I see something I don't think anyone would expect from Sam at this point. Tears. He was silently crying. He starts sobbing. I scoot closer to him and rub his back. He pulls me onto his lap and crys into my shoulder. I run my fingers through his hair for a bit and then he starts to calm down. He looks up at me with an expression that brakes my heart. He looks so broken. I smile at him and say,
" babe everything is gonna be okay.I had a bad dream too. It's not real. I know we're going to be okay."
He pushes hair out of my face and kisses me. After our kiss he pulls me close to him and smiles then says,
" lets sleep or Dean is going to get mad having to drag us out of bed."
I laugh and he kisses my forehead. Then we drift off to sleep.