A Supernatural Life- Season 1

Chapter 2

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--Laura

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Chapter 2- Wendigo

I swallowed the water along with the painkillers and bit my tongue against the gag reflex. I hated water, it tasted bland and crap, hence the reason I stuck to sodas and beer. They tasted much better. I looked up and saw Dean's worried glance through the rear-view mirror so I sent him a small smile before averting my gaze. Sam's arm twitched from where he was lying on it, with his head pressed against the window. He'd dozed off a few hours ago while Dean and I had quiet conversations so as not to wake him, though we'd currently lapsed into silence. I watched as trees flashed past, the movement making me feel quite ill again. I sighed against the blinding hot flash of pain across my forehead and chose to twist my ponytail around my fingers, which was hard to do since it was set in the middle of my head and the bottom of my hair brushed against my shoulder blades. It had been a while since I cut my hair, heck since I'd taken it out of a ponytail other than to wash it, so I didn't really know how long it was.

"How you feeling sis?" Dean's deep, but quiet voice asked from the front. I held back a wince, not wanting him to worry before sending him a bright smile, my pain held behind the wall that I knew we both had to keep us away from any strong emotions and any attachments except to each other. He sighed instead, sounding annoyed.

"Don't lie" he stated and I bit my lip, rolling my eyes but wincing when that motion hurt. It would take a while for the pain meds to kick in so I shrugged again.

"I feel like shit" I stated, "-but I'll cope, I always do" was my reply and he sent me a small, but genuine smile before nodding.

"I know you will you're a fighter" he said before frowning as he thought of something.

"But I don't understand what's wrong this time around?" he asked and I sighed before shrugging.

"Nothing has changed since you asked me that yesterday Dean. I still don't know the answer to that question either" I responded and he nodded slowly, before focusing entirely on the road he was driving on.

It had been a week since the events in Jericho, and since Sam lost his girlfriend Jess, which meant it had also been a week since those strange events that I had experienced and in that week my physical health hadn't improved. I still had the headaches, still had the physical ache of my body and the occasional emotional and mental ache, though I was over what happened and was able to keep my grief and sympathy for Sam behind my wall, so I have no idea why I was still feeling that occasionally since my emotions were always on a leash.

I'd slept for a day and a half after Dean and Sam had brought me to the motel and in those two days Dean hadn't left my side, except to go and get food for him and Sam since he didn't want to let Sam out on his own, not in state that the guy was in, so of course Sam kept an eye on me then. According to the both of them though unlike the times that the episodes had been like when I was younger, where I would sleep just over a day and be fine when I woke, this time around I slept in a deep slumber, but I would toss and turn, I would mumble and physically cry in my sleep. When they asked me what I was dreaming about when I woke up I couldn't tell them, not because I didn't want to but because I physically couldn't remember. I only remembered the feelings that came with the dreams. Also unlike the other times was the fact that I hadn't felt any better. If anything I felt worse. The pain in my body and heart became worse and I was physically sick a few times each day. I knew Dean was worried because I'd never reacted like this and ever since I woke up five days ago he kept pestering me with questions as to why I was acting like this. But like I told him I didn't know, nor was I too worried, I knew that my body would get used to it and it would pass, but at the moment I was more worried about Sam. He was keeping everything locked up and guarded from Dean and I and neither of us liked it. It was dangerous because emotions as strong as what I knew he was going through shouldn't be kept hidden because they would slowly eat him alive. I knew Dean was worried as well, especially since I couldn't recall the last time Sam had ever cried as badly as that. I don't think he ever had, not even when my family died and both boys had been as attached to my parents and sister as what I had.