I'm not a Winchester

(5)

~Danny
"Danny, time to wake up." Rian shook me awake. I groaned and nuzzled into his chest.
"Dude, you and Danny..?" Sam's voice came from the end of the bed. This isn't Rian, is it? I opened my eyes and saw Dean's tattoo.
"Jesus, fuck." I said, startled. I scrambled out of bed and ran my hands through my hair. "Why are you on my side of the bed?" I asked Dean.
"Why are you in Dean's bed?" Sam asked behind me.
"I just didn't want her sleeping on the floor. And you were on my side of the bed, sweetheart." Dean laughed. Sam started laughing too. I'm clearly the only one bothered by this.
"Fuck off, I'm taking a shower." I told them both and went toward the bathroom.
"Want me to join you?" Dean asked, still laying in the bed. I flipped him off and slammed the door. After showering, I felt a little better about what happened this morning. I just don't want the guys thinking there's something going on when there isn't. Is there? I left the bathroom in my usual outfit and Sam was standing there with coffee.
"Dean went to fill up baby and get some breakfast for all of us." Sam explained. I nodded and took the coffee he handed to me. "Is something going on with you and Dean?" He asked after a minute. I almost choked on my coffee.
"What? No. He said he didn't want me sleeping on the floor and I was too tired to argue." I explained. I looked at Sam and he raised his eyebrows, questioning me without saying anything.
"If it makes you feel better, Sam, I don't want to date anyone. There's nothing going on with me and your brother." I rolled my eyes as I said it. Before he could ask me anything else, Dean came in with food.
"Who wants pie?" He asked, holding up the bag proudly. Sam took it and started digging through it. Dean's arm snaked around my waist.
"Stop. Dean, no relationship, remember?" I reminded him, moving away from him.
"Right." He said, jaw clenched, and went over to where Sam was. We ate in kind of an awkward silence and Dean and I took the first stakeout shift. I sat there on my side of the seat, looking out the window. Its kind of obvious that I made him mad today before breakfast.
"Dean, I'm sorry." I said over my shoulder, not looking at him.
"For what?" He sighed.
"For the relationship thing. I'm not trying to lead you on or anything like that." I admitted. "I just know that anything we try probably won't go well. I don't... I don't know." I continued. He didn't say anything and I assumed that would be the end of it.
After watching the demon's house for a few hours, he left alone. We followed him and he stopped at a warehouse. Cas flashed himself and Sam to meet us there.
"Alright, Sam, you and I go around the front. Danny, you and Cas will go through the back. If we corner this sonovabitch maybe we can get him." Dean ordered as he passed holy water, salt, and ammo to us.
"That's not going to work. He's stronger than that we need to go and corner him in a devil's trap. He's been killing people in the back, so that's where he'll be. We can draw the trap in the front and lure him out there." I redid Dean's plan. He looked at me with his mouth hanging open, obviously surprised I could come with that and that I'd challenge his authority.
"And how are we going to get him into the trap?" He asked.
"Blood. I'll make myself bleed." I explained. He was about to say something when Sam cut him off and said it sounded like it would work. Dean ended up saying okay to my plan. We went in and I drew the trap while the boys went to check if the demon was actually back there. They couldn't find it.
"Then where the hell is it?" I asked. It flashed in front of me and threw me against the wall, along with the boys. I felt the air leave my lungs and struggled to breathe. It started with me first, putting me higher up on the wall. I felt my skin tearing apart on my shoulder and screamed. It hurt like hell.
"Dean, burn them!" I yelled. The bones were closest to him. This demon was smart enough to keep its bones where it could protect them. He struggled but managed to get his lighter and set them on fire. I started mumbling an exorcism that I had memorized and the demon died. Being high up, falling when there was nothing there to catch me was unpleasant to say the least.
"Danny, you okay?" I heard Sam ask. I was regaining my breath and nodded. He walked over and put my arm over his shoulder, helping me to the impala. I got in and waited while the boys gathered our stuff and we left soon after.
"So, how did you know what to do back there?" Sam asked from the front seat, turning around to look at me.
"Demons used to be my specialty." I said simply. Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"You did good back there, Danny. I'm proud of you." He told me. I smiled and pulled out a cassette tape for him.
We got back to the bunker before the next day, but I was already asleep in the backseat before we got there. I woke up when I felt someone pick me up. I figured it was Dean.
"You could've just woken me up." I mumbled, still sleepy.
"I know." He murmured back. And he's trying to get me to date him again. I let him take me to my room and lay me on the bed. Its tempting to ask him to stay here, but I'm here to hunt, and I need to remember that.
The next morning I was up before the guys. I made the coffee my way before going through some of the books in the library. I found a couple on psychology and foreign language and leafed through them, leaving them open on pages I found interesting before moving to another one.
"Um, morning?" Sam said, walking toward me. I was against the back wall with a small stack of books next to me and a few opened ones scattered in front of me. Sam sat on the other side of the books cross-legged like I was and picked one up.
"Psychology?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"I like it." I responded absent-mindedly. I found a page in a book about typical body language of someone "in love" and set the book down, leaving it open on that page.
"Did you study it in college or something?" Sam inquired before I picked up another book. I glanced up at him. "You just seem to be finding a lot about it."
"Oh, I never went to college." I replied.
"But you're tri-lingual?" He pressed his eyebrows together, seemingly surprised. I looked up from the book I was digging through to see Dean walking toward us.
"Y-yeah, I learned them on the road, after I left high school." I told him, still looking at Dean. He stood behind Sam and I forced myself to take my eyes off of him, scanning an article about teen behavior.
"Danny, you never finished high school?" Dean questioned from behind Sam.
"Look, its not that important. Our job doesn't really have those kind of restrictions." I told him without looking up. I don't want to talk about it.
"Its a little important. You know about us. Our mother, our father, why we started hunting. You never told us why you did." Dean pressed. I shut my book and set it down in front of me, glaring at him but silently begging him to just leave it alone.
"Its not the slightest bit important. I'm here, where I should be, and I'm a hunter. You know the saying 'the future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary'? This is one of those situations." I told him. He cocked his head to the side. "They're song lyrics." I explained.
"Danny, is there something you can't tell us? I mean, we're your partners, we're supposed to be able to tell each other anything." Sam tried to convince me to open up. I honestly was just feeling cornered and attacked by the Winchester brothers. It was not a fun situation to be in.
"Fuck, why are we so interested in something that isn't important? Can't we talk about our next hunt or something?" I tried desperately to change the subject.
"Its important because we're interested in it." Dean argued, his voice hard.
"Christ, maybe I just don't want to talk about it."
"Well start talking." He ordered.
"Leave me alone!" I snapped, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I poured myself some coffee and went outside to smoke a cigarette. Its funny, I never liked these things until Rian. I hated a lot of things before Rian.
"Sorry if we kind of interrogated you in there, I just want to know more about you." Dean's voice sounded behind me. I stayed where I was and he stood beside me.
"Figured you'd send Sam out after me." I told him. He shook his head.
"So you made the coffee?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, what's with all the questions today? I'm barely even awake." I snapped, I realized that I sounded kind of crazy and took a deep breath. "Sorry." I breathed.
"No, my bad. Didn't know coffee had this effect on you." He stated, trying to make a light joke.
"Not coffee's fault. I just... I don't like talking about everything.." I trailed off.
"Opening it up and leaving it exposed, right?" He guessed. I nodded and took a sip of my coffee. "So does that mean you're going for the mysterious look or..?"
"Maybe the past is for another time." I told him simply. He nodded and let me finish my cigarette in peace before we went back inside.
I offered to do a supply run that afternoon but Dean wouldn't let me take baby.
"There's cars in the garage." He whined. I sighed and went to look for a decent one. There's no way in hell I'm driving a minivan. The cars in there were alright, but what caught my eye wasn't a car, it was a motorcycle.
"Can I take the bike?" I asked, running back into the kitchen and searching through drawers for the keys.
"So you're a biker chick now?" Dean asked as I found them and turned to go back to the garage.
"I've been one. I'll be back later." I said quickly. I was so excited to get on that bike. The last time I rode one was when I was 15. I went and got the supplies before riding around aimlessly. God, it feels good to be back on a motorcycle. And it feels even better when the guys aren't questioning me.