Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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Sam and I were having a blast making fun of Dean and his reaction to an old woman at the hospital as we stepped out of the car back at the motel. It was morning now, the sky still dull since the sun hasn't fully risen.
"Sleeping with my peepers open?" Sam asked through his fit of laughter.
"I almost smoked that old gal, I swear," Dean muttered as we walked toward the door, one of his hands slipping into the back pocket of my jeans. "It's not funny."
"It is so funny," I corrected, turning to face him and placing my hands on his chest as he reached to unlock the door. "You should have seen your face. It was hilarious."
"Laugh it up, go ahead. Now we're back to square one." Dean glanced over, spotting a boy around the age of 12 sitting on the bench. The same boy that had booked us the room the night before. "Hang on." He handed me the key and walked off.
I shared a look with Sam before following him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Dean crouched down to the boy's height.
"My brother's sick," the boy answered.
"The little guy?"
He nodded his head. "Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's all my fault."
"Ah, come on. How?" Dean asked.
He sniffled, eyes red and puffy. "I should've made sure the window was latched."
"Listen to me," Dean said. "I can promise you that this is not your fault."
"It's my job to look after him."
Joanna, the woman who runs the motel, walked out of the door with her arms full of pillows and blankets. She opened the car door to shut them inside. "Michael. I want you to turn on the no vacancy sign while I'm gone. I've got Denice covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms."
"I'm going with you," Michael said, moving toward his mother.
"Not now."
"But I gotta see Asher."
"Hey, Michael," Dean called out. "Hey, I know how you feel. I'm a big brother too. But you gotta go easy on your mom right now."
Joanna shut the car door, her purse falling to the ground. "Damn it."
"I got it." Sam moved to pick it up and hand it back to her.
"Hey, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital?" Dean suggested.
"No. I couldn't possibly—" Joanna began.
"No, it's no trouble. I insist."
Joanna handed over her keys before kissing her son's head and climbing into the car.
