The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Twelve: Lessons from Winchesters

Twelve: Lesson from Winchesters

I stared at the plate of bacon on the ground with a grimacing frown, feeling utterly rediculous for having placed it there. It wasn't like Charles was going to rise from the grave to gobble it up, but placing flowers seemed cliche' for a dog.

In the two days he'd been gone I'd missed him terribly. I felt like a piece of me was missing and it felt wrong of me to even think about getting another. Charles was irreplacible, and I had been counting on him to help me through this.

I was angry-- more angry than I could ever recall and it was all thanks to Crowley. The King of Hell had been an ironic favorite of mine in the show, that I'd almost forgotten during out meeting that he was... Well, a demon. After all I've seen him go through, I had hoped he still consisted of empty threats. It would seem the version of Crowley that had been trapped in this dimension had traits of his earlier self, before the human blood injections; still retaining malice and a cold heart toward the Winchesters.

I knew one thing was for certain, one thing I had spent time thinking of while I visited Charles' grave: I couldn't allow myself to be afraid. When the storm came, I didn't want to be huddled in a corner, scared to death and "hoping" everyone made it through. I wanted to be prepared, the only problem was I didn't know how or where to begin. The house was sealed as best it could be, and I was left trying to figure out what else I could to to ensure we all made it until the Doctor came back...

I reluctantly left Charles' grave after giving the hand-crafted cross a gentle caress, leaving my worries behind for the time being.

Once I reached the house, I looked up at the front door open and closed, the sound of jingling keys following the sound. Dean hopped off the last step of the porch, the corner of his lips quirking upward and his eyes crinkled as they squinted in the sunlight. "Hey, just the girl I wanted to see."

I couldn't control the blush in my cheeks and all that came out was a broken, "Huh?"

Dean tilted his head toward the Impala, "You got room in that garage for one more car? I don't want Baby getting scraped up-- and, yeah, I know. Don't give me a hard time about it."

I blinked a few times, trying to process what he had just said. I shook my head lightly to awaken myself from my trance, "Oh, yeah, there's plenty of room. Probably a good idea so we can have the weapons we need a room away, too."

Dean pointed his finger at me, "Exactly."

I lent him a hand pulling the garage door open, the wheels squeaking against the track. Dad was suppose to fix the garage door so that we wouldn't have to open it manually anymore, but he never quite got around to it.

Dean wiped his hands on his pants and pulled the keys out of his pocket. I stepped back and out of the way, but he stood by the driver side door, staring at me. "You want in?"

My heart did a somersault and my eyes practically lit up, "Really?"

"Yeah, really. Come on."

Dean ducked into the driver's seat and I bounced my way in next to him. Instantly, I was in awe. The leather interior was soft against my skin, and it smelt of worn cologne and gasoline. No wonder Dean loved this car--- it was cozy.

I looked into the back seat, marveling at Sam and Dean's initials carved into the door frame. "Oh, wow," I breathed.

Dean grinned and turned on the ignition.

The Impala jolted to life, the middle of a Led Zeppelin track blaring through the speakers. The car grumbled along with the beat of the music as Dean rolled into the garage, his fingers drumming along the steering wheel. I smiled as he mouthed the words to himself, knowing full well that he was going to let the song finish before cutting the ignition.