Supernatural : The Forgotten One

Chapter 43- Eve

The next morning when I woke up my head was pounding and my eyes were sore but I forced myself out of bed. Once I was up I noticed that Sam was awake and on his computer but Dean was nowhere in sight.

"Well good morning." Sam said once I was fully out of bed.

I looked down at myself to see I was still fully clothed.

"Do you have to yell?" I asked him.

"Not yelling." He responded in the loudest voice I have ever heard.

"Don't make me hurt you Sam." I said to him as I walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

I took the longest shower of my life and when I got out, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back out into the bedroom. Sam was where I left him and Dean was still gone.

"Where's your brother?" I asked him.

"Who knows? We had a fight and he left." He told me.

"What were you fighting about?" I asked hoping it was not about me.

"Gordon." He answered.

"What about him?" I asked.

"I called Ellen and asked about him and she seemed really worried that we were working with him. Told me to stay as far away from him as possible. To just leave him alone." He told me.

"And Dean did not want to hear it." I finished for him.

"Yep."

"Sounds like Dean. Never listening." I said as I grabbed my clothes and went back into the bathroom to change.

When I came back out Sam was watching the news. Like really paying attention to what was going on.

"What's happening?" I asked him.

He just turned to me with a weird look on his face I have never seen before and turned up the volume.

"Family of the victims were shocked by the chain of events. They say they have no idea why he did what he did. He loved his sister, and his friends were like family. More on this shoking murder, suicide when we come back." The news reporter said as they showed a picture of the guy from the bar last night.

"What did you do?" Sam asked me as he turned the tv off.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I told him as I started to towel dry my hair.

"Oh really. That was the guy from the bar last night. He shot his friends and his sister then killed himself last night. You expect me to believe this is not because of you?" He asked me.

"Yep." I responded as I tried to get away from him.

"Yep? What did you tell him last night?" He asked me.

"I told him to go home and tell his family what a scumbag he is." I snapped at him.

He was staring at me and it was clear he did not believe me.

"What? You think I killed that man? Told him to kill himself?" I asked him.

"That's what it looks like." He responded.

"Even if I did, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to kill me? I don't think so. I did not tell him to kill himself but he got what he deserved. Or do you forget that he tried to kill me?" I lied to him.

"I need some air." He said.

I watched after him as he walked out into the cold morning air.

"Fuck." I said as I went back to getting ready for the day.