•Unwritten•

Seven

Hey!
I just want to pre-warn, that this part of the story does bend the actual episode it's based on slightly. I needed to do it to build up more of a relationship between Faith and Dean but it will still follow loosely.

I led on the motel bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it whirred around. I was lost in thought watching it spin and spin, I didn't even notice when the door opened.

"What are you doing?" Dean sat down on the edge of my bed and I turned to look at him sighing. It had been a few days since the case with Andy but I still couldn't get Sam's words out of my head. Anyone is capable of murder. A few months ago I was just a weirdo who saw strange things but I was on a good path. If anything, I was the opposite of a murderer, I helped keep people alive.

"Thinking." I hummed looking back over to the ceiling fan. "Where's Sam?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"A friend that he went to college with died last week, he's borrowed a car from Bobby so that he can go to the funeral."

I frowned. "That's sad." I sat up leaning on my elbows. "Sam went to college?"

Dean nodded. "Studied law." He smiled and I nodded slowly, I hadn't expected that. By the way the two of them spoke about hunting, I imagined that they'd done it their whole lives without a break. Dean stood up and walked over to the door, picking up a bag I hadn't noticed before and bringing it over, placing it besides me.

"I got you these." I sat up and looked in the bag, at the top sat a bunch of fake ID's and badges and underneath were a few different items of clothing. A plaid T-shirt, some blouses, smart trousers, skirts and a pair of jeans. I smiled up to him thankfully. "I hope they're all the right size, had to get Sam's input and he said go small." He looked at me with a brow raised, anticipating the response and I just chuckled.

"They're perfect." I held eye contact with him for a moment before he coughed and looked back to the door. "Pack your bag, we're going to the roadhouse." He walked over to his bed and began shoving his things in his bag. I copied and then followed him over to the impala. I put all of our stuff in the backseat as he went to the motel clerk to check out.

We both sat in the front and he pulled away, rejoining the main road. I wondered why we were going to the roadhouse. Had Ash gotten more information about the demon?

"Ash call you?" I asked shyly and Dean just shook his head.

"No, but we're nearby and it's cheap drinks."

I scoffed. "It's 9 in the morning."

He looked over to me with a playful grin and I chuckled. Dean was something for sure, a funny character.

...

He opened up the door to the roadhouse, letting me in first but instead of being met by a friendly face, I was startled by a a loud shout. A glass smashed on the floor and I looked over to Dean wide eyed but he just grinned and mouthed the word, cat-fight.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen shouted stepping out from behind the bar. Jo appeared from the other side shaking her head vigorously.

"You can't keep me here!" She responded.

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie." Ellen yelled back, neither of them had noticed me or Dean and so we just stood there awkwardly watching the situation unfold.

"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?" Jo's voice cracked as she moved to face her mother, she noticed me and her eyes locked on mine for a split second before Ellen shouted again.