Blood Ties: The Winchester Legacy

Chapter Twenty-Seven - The Cake Crime

It's been three weeks since we arrived at Rufus' cabin.

It's actually not so bad here.

It was a little dusty but other than that, it was really clean and still had electricity.

Immediately through the door, to the left is the "living room" which just consists of a very old box TV that surprisingly still works, a red couch, and a dark yellow armchair which are the only sources of color.

On the right is the kitchen. Gas stove, lots of cabinets, now granted most of those cabinets are filled with liqour. Directly in front of the front door, straight back, is sort of a second living room area. Two concrete steps up, and it leads to a room that's actually fairly empty apart from a giant stone fireplace, a bookshelf, and three metal cots.

A single one of the left side, and two, one stacked on the other, on the right like bunk beds.

Sam took the one on the left, Bobby took the one on the right, and I reluctantly took the one above Bobby, while Dean has been sleeping on the couch.

Dean and Sam looked at me like I was insane when I went through my checklist again, but Bobby didn't bat an eye.

He understands better than anybody. He doesn't know a whole lot about my past, but he's never made me feel like a freak for the ways that I cope, for being paranoid, or for having these things that I need to do before I can relax.

    He gets it.

    He knows that I'm just trying to survive like everyone else.

    Even if my ways are a little excessive.

I also, without any of their knowledge, haven't been sleeping at night. Because knowing my luck, I'm going to wake up screaming and then they'll want to sit me down for some sort of nightmare support group and I'd rather gnaw off my own hand than deal with that.

So, I basically stay up all night and then I find little opportunities throughout the day to sleep, like leaving to go on a drive or go on a supply run but actually just driving a few streets over and sleeping for an hour or two.

    How am I still functioning?

    No clue.

    What I do know is that coffee has been my best friend.

About a week after we arrived, I had found a copy of the complete fiction of H. P. Lovecraft on the bookshelf and got an idea.

I walked into the living room where Dean was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I flipped it off.

    "Dude. What the hell?" He asked, clearly frustrated.

    "Well, since you are on couch arrest and can't run away, I'm going to educate you on what you missed because you were, quote, 'too busy having sex with women.'" I grinned, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, giving his broken leg space to rest on the cushion between us.

    "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" He asked, already done with me.

    "Nope. I also think it's funny that you felt the need to specify that it was with women." I grinned, opening the book and beginning to flip through the pages and I could feel him glaring at me.

    "Lovecraft? Seriously? Where'd you even find that?" He asked after leaning forward and seeing the cover of the book.

    "In the bookshelf. Apparently Rufus was a fan too. We're starting with what is probably his most famous, The Call Of Cthulhu."

Dean groaned and threw his head back for a moment before sighing obnoxiously.

But by the time I had finished the story, his eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped.