Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Twenty Eight

I was sitting in the car with Sam outside of Lori's house, infinitely glad that I wasn't helping Dean with his digging.

He turned to me. "So, what do you usually do on stakeouts?"

I smiled. "Well, I've never been on a stakeout with someone else, so mostly just hang out and try not to die from boredom."

That made him laugh. "That's fair. Yeah, Dean's all about staying completely silent so we don't miss anything."

"Wow, talk about boring," I joked, turning in my seat so that I was facing him. "Although, to be fair, this is a lot less dangerous and important as most stakeouts. She's stuck in a house with a Reverend, there's probably not much immorality going on there, so...."

"So, we need to come up with a way to occupy ourselves," he finished for me. "Any ideas?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Well... we could always do the question thing."

He raised an eyebrow. "The question thing?"

I nodded. "Y'know, where we ask each other any question we want and the other person has to answer it truthfully."

Sam laughed, shaking his head at me. "I've never heard of that before."

Shrugging, I spared a quick glance to Lori's house, seeing that absolutely nothing had changed. "Well, my friends and I used to play it in elementary school. You're not allowed to ask any invasive questions, and the first one to refuse to answer a question loses."

Raising his eyebrows, he turned to fully face me. "Alright. Um... how did you get into hunting?"

A smile slowly grew on my face. "Uh, this guy— this hunter, he... he helped me get rid of the poltergeist in my old house, and, um... he said I had real potential and, if I wanted, he'd teach me how to hunt ghosts. And, of course, I jumped at the opportunity."

Smiling, he nodded. "Of course."

"Anyway, let's see... why did you stop hunting?" I asked him, genuinely curious to see if his reasoning was anything like mine.

He exhaled, his smile fading a little. "My entire childhood was hunting, going around the country with my dad and my brother. But I've always had this dream of going to college, studying law, even when my family thought it was stupid, so... when I was 19, I decided to finally pursue it, so I went to Stanford."

"He says nonchalantly, as if getting into Stanford is the easiest thing in the world to do," I narrated, honestly impressed, but I couldn't help poking fun.

That brought back his good mood, making him laugh yet again. "What about you? Where did you go to school?"

I shrugged. "Community college. I never technically went to highschool, I was self-taught, and there's not many places that'll take you without a highschool diploma. I was going to go to a regular college after that, but it didn't seem like very much of a priority, so I took a year off, and then...."

"You're back to hunting again," Sam finished for me. I was starting to wonder if he was finishing more of my sentences than I was at that point.

"As are you," I pointed out. "And, anyway, having a 'normal' life doesn't really seem to be my thing. It's too boring, and you have to lie to everyone."

He shrugged, looking out the window. "I don't know. I kinda liked it."

We were quiet for a little bit. "If you didn't have to find your dad, would you have ever come back to hunting?" I asked quietly, nervous for his answer, though I didn't even understand why.

"No," he answered, without even having to think about it. "I wouldn't have. And even then, if it weren't for... if it weren't for what happened with Jess, I don't know if I would've gone back anyway. Looked for my dad, sure, but maybe not the hunting part."