Invisible

Chapter 2

The ride to the motel was interesting. to say the least. Sam had turned the radio off, seeming to enjoy the silence.  As he drove your car down the street, he started mumbling to himself, his face showing how worried he was. You tried to catch what he was saying,  but he was speaking so quietly you only caught a few words, especially your name.

Knowing you needed to make yourself known, and soon, you ignore Sam for the rest of the ride, trying to figure out how to fix your problem.

Soon Sam pulls into the parking lot, and he climbs out, and you have to hurry to get out before he shuts the door on you. You follow him inside the room, where Dean was already waiting,  glancing through the witches spell book.

"Really Sam? You drive slower than a turtle,  you know that right?" Dean teased, and Sam's jaw clenches before he gives Dean one of his bitch face looks.

Dean just laughs before returning his attention to the book. "So Sammy, where do you think the witch took Y/N? Is she even alive?"

Sam grew angry then. "Damn it Dean, of course she's alive. She has to be!"

Dean grew serious then,"You really do care for her, don't you Sammy? Don't worry, we will find her."

Sam really liked you? You knew there had been something special between the two of you, but hearing it spoken out loud was something different.

Dean left the book on the table, and made his way to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower, then we will get to the bottom of this."

As soon as Dean was gone, you try again. "Sam, can you hear me?"

But it was the same as before, he couldn't hear you. Instead he made his way to the spell book. You rush there, beating him too it. Hoping it wouldn't freak him out, or get you killed, you knock the book off of the table.

"What the...?" Sam mutters, before leaning down and picking it back up. Frustrated that he didn't get it, you knock it out of his hands.

Sam did what you expected, pulling his shotgun full of salt rounds out of his bag, looking around the room.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but it's not wise coming after me. I'm a hunter." He says, and you laugh at him, warning a ghost. Thinking quick, you grab the pen, and start writing on the paper. Sam notices the floating pen, and carefully makes his way toward it. You write:

Sam, it's me!
The witch spelled me, made me invisible!

"Y/N? Is that really you?" Sam asked, looking around. Just then, Dean came out of the bathroom.

"Dude, Sam, who the hell are you talking to?" Dean asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"Dean, come here, I think Y/N's here." Sam said. Dean walked over, and looked at the paper you had written on. You stayed still, wondering what their next move was.

"Y/N wrote that? How?" Dean said, not convinced.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated. Making your move, you take Dean's bottle out of his hand, downing the thing in one long gulp.

"What the?" Dean yelled.

"It's Y/N. The witch made her invisible!" Sam told him, but Dean just laughed.

"Really Sam? Like a witch could pull that off. Now really isn't the time to start another prank war." Dean admonished Sam, not believing either of you.

Stepping up the game, you pulled Dean's gun out of the back of his pants, cocking it back and pointing it at the ceiling. You get ready to pull the trigger, but Dean's voice stops you. 

"Stop! I get it, its really you, just don't shoot a hole in the ceiling, this is the only motel in town." Dean told you, his eyes big as he took in the sight of his floating gun.

Sighing with relief that the brothers now understood your plight, you sink down on the bed.

Dean grabbed his gun from the table, putting it back in his pants, before sitting down. Except he picked exactly where you were sitting, plopping down on your lap. You both yelp, and he jumps up, glancing at the bed in horror.

"What the hell Y/N!" Dean yelled. You start to reply, then remember that they can't hear you. Instead, you grab the paper, once again writing a note.

"Stop acting like a baby Dean. Make yourself useful, and help me!"

Sam read the note, and laughed, handing it to his brother. Dean frowned in your general direction, before grabbing his coat.

"Sammy, you try to figure out the witches spell book. I'm heading out for a few supplies." 

As soon as Dean was gone, Sam opened the book that was on the table, and you came over to stand behind him. He starts reading, but keeps glancing over his shoulder.

"Y/N, is that you? It's kinda creepy, I can feel your breath on my neck, but I can't see you. I know your probably worried, but don't be. I will do everything to bring you back to normal." Sam assures you, and you smile. With Sam on your side, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were back to normal.

The next hour went by quickly, Sam flipped through the pages of the book, taking notes as he flipped through. 

"It's all in Latin, old Latin. I can read some of it, but it's going to take awhile." He says looking at you, or where you had been standing. You jump when the door opens, and Dean walks in carrying a couple of grocery bags. He smiles triumphantly, while pulling something out of a bag. He was holding glow sticks and a collar

"You pick Y/N, glow sticks or a collar. Wasn't sure how kinky you were, so I bought both." He says, winking where he thought you were, laughing at the bitch face Sam threw towards his brother. 

Knowing Dean wouldn't relent until you picked one, you marched over and grabbed the glow sticks. You wrap the pink one around your wrist, waving it in his face. But he shakes his head.

"I don't think that's enough. Here, have some more." He says, grabbing the already lit wrist, holding you still. Before you knew it, Dean had placed one on your other wrist, and was trying for your neck, but his hands accidentally brushed lower. His face turned bright red.

"What the hell Dean?" Sam asked, seeing Deans guilty face.

"Sorry Y/N, I promise I wasn't aiming for there. That's Sammy's area." He says, and Sam blushes. 

Grabbing the rest, you place them around your ankles, and your neck, feeling stupid. 

"It's like the forth of July!" Dean exclaimed, and you tried to smack him, but because of the glow sticks, he saw your hand coming and ducked.