A Supernatural Life- Season 1

Chapter 7

Chapter 7- Hook Man

"Okay here" I stated, pointing over Dean's shoulder at the outdoor café and he sighed but did as I said.

"Don't moan, besides there's a payphone that Sam can use" I stated and Sam turned to look at me, where I was leaning my arms on the seat in between the boys, to frown at me.

"What are you gonna do then? Make us do the hard work?" Sam asked and I grinned before shrugging in reply and wincing slightly. I was still in a little bit of pain and Sam's gaze softened as he noticed my wince where he lay his head on my elbow and I stroked his hair with my other hand. He'd felt extremely guilty ever since that job in Toledo nearly two weeks ago and unfortunately I couldn't travel too much, so we rented out a room, where Dean played poker every night or every other night to get us some money and I mostly stayed in the motel room to rest but I hated being cooped up, so I finally convinced Dean to pack up and start driving again. Both Sam and Dean weren't impressed with my idea, but I had never sat around for so long without working on something and it was making me edgy knowing that things were happening out there and we weren't doing anything about those people dying because of the fact that I was recovering. But then again I'd never been that injured before. Well not since I lost my family because I was battered at that time, but those wounds ran deeper than I ever could've imagined.

"Forget about it Sam, I'm perfectly fine" I stated and he sighed before removing his head from my elbow and frowning at me, shaking his head as he did so, but he didn't say anything. He didn't need to though and that was because I'd managed to connect with him again two nights ago and had saw that he was still dreaming about Jessica, but also about having to sit there and watch as the shapeshifter tortured me, and not doing anything about either thing. The guilt was eating him up and he felt even worse whenever I told him not to worry. He thought I should hate him and punch him and run as far away as possible from him, not that I would because he wasn't cursed, not like he thought he was.

"Alright let's make camp" I joked and the boys rolled their eyes before we climbed out of the parked car and started towards the café, where Dean disappeared inside to order whatever and Sam went to the payphone, pulling out one of his fake ID's and started reciting something from it, possibly the number thing that Dean put on them, I wasn't sure what it was called some sort of ID number though. I pulled out my laptop from my bag, since I'd brought it with me and settled it on the table, before searching the local online newspapers for any suspicious looking deaths. I might as well hurry up and get back in the game again, the longer it took me to repair and hunt again, the worse my skills would probably be. Practice always made perfect for me and if I didn't keep myself in gear then my skills would become worse and I would have to practice hard to keep myself in top condition, unlike the boys, they were still brilliant with what they did even after four years- Sam had proved that. Whereas I would be crap and would have to train all over again. It was weird.

Dean soon returned and he placed Sam's coffee down in the free space on the table and settled my coffee down next to me, but I didn't pay much attention to him, instead focusing on an article where a guy had been killed. It sounded like our kind of thing.

"Okay thanks" I heard Sam say before he walked over to the table.

"Your, uh, half-caf double vanilla latte is gettin' cold here, Francis" Dean said as Sam stood next to the table.

"Bite me" he said, before sitting down and I snorted a laugh, deciding that I was finished and could drink my coffee, seeing that Dean had ordered me half a dozen bagels as my breakfast, so I grinned at him thankfully and he smiled back before turning to his brother.

"So, anything?" he asked and Sam sighed before shaking his head.

"No, I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Person Databank. No John Doe's fitting dad's description. I even ran his license plates for traffic violations" he stated and I sighed, before rubbing my forehead. Sam had decided this morning to check with the FBI and other government officials to see if there had been any sign of their dad, which I resisted the urge to tell him this morning that it would be pointless since he wouldn't turn up anytime soon.