Alive

Chapter 10: Here Comes Trouble

"Coffee?"  Sam asks as soon as I make an appearance downstairs. I smile, "Sure."

I sit down on a bar stool by the counter top island.  I rest my hands on the top of it and it feels a little cold against my warm skin, giving me little chills.  I watch Sam as he pours my coffee. Dean goes out in the backyard to feel the air outside. Sam and I hear him yell, "Wow it's cold! And foggy! It's definitely fall." Sam places my coffee in front of me. "Thank ya." I say before I take a sip of it.

"I made some bacon and pancakes too." Sam says as he starts putting the food onto plates. Dean walks in with some fire wood in his hands, "Smells damn good." He says as he walks over to the fire place.  He puts the wood into the fire place and begins to start a fire to warm up the house.

Sam kindly makes me a plate of pancakes and bacon.  "Wow this looks awesome."  I say laughing.  "Oh it is, I'm a great cook."  Sam says laughing as he sarcastically winks.  We both just laugh with each other.

Dean finishes with the fire and walks over to where I am.  He makes himself a plate of food and sits next to me.  "I wonder what the demons are up to today." Dean says almost sarcastically as he takes a bite of his food.  Sam doesn't answer, shrugging as he begins to eat. 

"So what's the plan if they do find us.  I mean do we have a backup plan?"  Sam mumbles between bites.  Dean takes a sip of his coffee.  "The plan is for them to not find us, and that's it.  I mean if they do find us, we'll just have to put em' down."  Dean answers, looking over at me.  We make eye contact and he awkwardly looks away.  I take another sip of my coffee and my eyes peer over the coffee cup at Sam.  He notices. 

Great.

"Is something going on?"  He asks.  I feel my nerves grow just a little and I feel like some of the color drains from my face.  Why's he asking?  Dean quickly looks up from his plate, feeling the same way as me.  "What are you talking about?"  He asks Sam. 

Sam's eyes dart at Dean a minute and then at me.  He sighs, "Nothing...nothing. Never mind."  He walks away from us and makes his way into the living room. Dean watches Sam walk off and then looks over at me. "You feeling okay this morning?" He asks. I nod slowly, "I'm good."  He takes another sip of his coffee, smiling at me with content from my answer.
  Suddenly Dean's cell phone begins to go off.  He gets up from his chair and picks it up from the counter and answers.  "Hello?...What?...We can't just—w-we just got—are you freakin' kidding me?...No...No it's too dangerous...No—NO we aren't doing that it's too dangerous for...why can't you just go look yourself?...Jesus. Fine."  Dean says as he hangs up the phone, roughly placing it back on the counter.

Something is clearly wrong. And I'm most definitely alarmed from the part of the conversation I just heard.

"What is it?" I ask him as I watch the expression on his face. He slowly shakes his head and his anger rises. "That was Castiel." He says as he runs his hands through his hair and then over his eyes, rubbing them. "He needs Sam and I to help him take care of some demons.  He says he thinks he found them, you know, the ones that are trying to find all of us, but he can't take care of it himself since he's a little on the weaker side at the moment. Hopefully if we take care of this group it'll show Crowley that his ass needs to back off. I'm not in the mood for games." Dean says as he walks over to the sink.

He dumps the rest of his coffee into the sink and puts the mug down.  Sam sighs, walking right back into the kitchen.  "So do we gotta go now?"  He asks, looking at Dean.  Dean nods reluctantly.  "I'm not comfortable with Elena staying her alone."  He says as he looks down, his eyes peeking a glance over at me.  I put down my fork and swallow food.  "Then let me come with you, I can help."  I suggest confidently.