Heal Me | Dean Winchester ☆

15. The message

TESSA GRAY

I thought my life had already reached the maximum level of fucked up.

Guess i was wrong.

Sam and Dean had been asleep for a while now, the former sprawled on his back and the latter on his side, giving me his back.

Today had been a tough day, with Mary coming back as a ghost and my stupid vision or whatever that was, but right now, as i laid still on this motel bed, those were the least of my problems.

My phone didn't usually light up lately, unless it was one of the brothers who was calling. Today had been different, though.

A message had popped up when i was in the backseat of the Impala and the name written on it made me want some privacy bad enough that i couldn't help but get out of the car.

I reached for the fourth time for my phone, opening the chat that had raised so many questions in the last few hours.

The text was simple: Please Tessa, come back home, i need to speak with you. It's important.

The sender, however, wasn't: Mom.

Those three letters i had put in my contacts, had managed to send me into complete panic.

She had never tried to contact me since i moved out, so what did she want now? The more i thought about it, the more confused i got.

After that text, she also called me, just one time. I was already far from the boys, so i could've easily picked up without them hearing, but i didn't.

When her call popped up, i froze and i just kept staring at the screen until it stopped. I didn't want to talk to her, not like this, i wasn't ready. After all this time, where did i even start?

I had been stupid. I had to know what she needed to tell me and now i wished she just called one more time, one more time and i would've answered. But she didn't.

Was she just missing me? Did something happen?

Not knowing was making me go mad.

I couldn't bring myself to call her back, so i just kept staring into the darkness.

Come back home, she had written. But i couldn't, could i?

The was no way Sam and Dean would've let me go by myself and i didn't want them there to witness the pathetic scene.

Even if i wanted to go, i wouldn't be able to sneak away from them long enough to return home and get back unseen. Sure, my house was maybe 2 to 3 hours away from here, but still it would've taken me at least half a day in total.

I sighed quietly, shifting under the covers.

Maybe i would've accomplished it when they went off on a hunt? No, i would've still had to convince them to let me stay behind, plus i couldn't wait for the next hunt, i needed to act now.

I had never heard my mom beg before and the last part of her message made me nervous. It's important. What could be so important to make her ask me to come home after almost three years?

I had to go.

I looked over to the window near the door, the empty road illumimated only by a few street lamps.

According to my phone, it was almost one in the morning, there was still much time left before sunrise and i sure wasn't going to sleep.

What if i went right now? Maybe i would've been able to come back before they woke or i guess, right after worked too, i just had to let them know i was okay and would be back soon.