Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

Deans POV

"We aren't positive that it is what we are dealing with, but Dean and I are pretty sure." I looked at Sam sitting in the passenger seat. He had explained the entire case to Laurel.

"Wait, so witches are real?" Laurel leaned over the seat and looked between Sam and I.

"Yes," I said, glancing over my shoulder at her. "Laurel, put your seatbelt on." I sighed and looked back at the road. We have been driving for over an hour. I'm pretty sure Laurel stopped listening to Sam about thirty minutes ago because she is asking him questions about the case that Sam already answered... if she was listening, she would know that.

"So how are they dying?" Laurel didn't even acknowledge me asking her to put on her seatbelt. She leaned forward more and stared at Sam.

"Well, we wont be sure until we get there, but it sounds like they are being killed by the use of a hex bag. You know what that is, right?" Sam turned his body to face Laurel. I looked over his shoulder to see that his seatbelt was off as well.

"Sam, you too. What is with you two? If I crash this car, you are both going right through that windshield." I glanced back at both of them and looked back at the road. Sammy let out a small laugh and looked at me.

"Dean, you and I both know that the only way this car gets damaged is if someone else hits you," he motioned to the road, throwing his arms straight out to exaggerate the movement, "very slim chance of that happening."

I stared out the windshield, looking at the road ahead. We haven't seen a single car the entire time we began driving. I glared at Sam as he continued.

" ...or a demon crashes a semi into us like last time. Remember? You should. You died."

I stared straight ahead. Obviously he was right, but I'm not going to admit that. Laurel must have been listening because she climbed over the seat, elbowing me in the process. "Laurel, what the hell are you doing?" I pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. Sam started laughing as Laurel squeezed into the empty space between him and me. I watched as he slid closer to the window, giving her more room.

"You died?" Laurel yelled, staring at me and then looking at Sam. "What the hell! How are you here Dean?" Laurel looked me up and down, waiting for my answer. "and why didn't you assholes tell me?"

I sighed and shot Sam a "you screwed up" look. "Remember how we told you that John died to save us?" Laurel shook her head up and down, signaling for me to continue. "Well, when I died, he sold his soul to a demon to bring me back. It was the demon that killed your mom, and ours." I watched for a change in her expression. She kept it hidden well, but not well enough. I knew she was upset, and a little sad. "Laurel?" I wrapped my arm around her and looked at Sam. Maybe I should have lied to her.

"I'm okay. I'm just... confused, I guess." She leaned back in the seat. "How do you sell your soul to a demon?"

"Normally you would summon a crossroads demon by burying a container of ritual items, including a photograph of yourself, graveyard dirt, a bone from a black cat, and yarrow. But you have to bury it at the center of a crossroads." Sam explained.

She let the words sink in as I started the car. "Normally?" She questioned.

"Sometimes you can make a deal with a demon, that isn't at a crossroads. You usually get ten years to live in return for your soul, but that can vary. And the deal is sealed with a kiss." I explained. I pulled out onto the road and began driving again. Laurel nodded, understanding what we told her.

"I still have so much to learn." She turned around and crawled into the backseat. When she sat down, she leaned forward again. "So.... does that mean that dad made out with the demon that killed our parents?" She placed her arms on the seat and leaned forward to rest her chin on them.

I looked over at Sam who was already looking at me. I never even thought about that. Sam started to laugh. I felt bad about it, but I couldn't help it. I joined in.

"The thought never even occurred to me." Sam said, looking back at our sister.

Laurel laid back in the seat. "Well, while you two laugh at dad, I'm gonna hit the hay. Wake me up when we get there." She rolled over and faced the seat as she stretched out. I thought about hitting the breaks to teach her a lesson, but she did need some sleep. I also didn't want her to start shouting profanities at me for the rest of the trip, no matter how funny it would be. Sam must have known what I was thinking because when I looked away from Laurel and towards him, he was staring at me with a grin on his face.

"Don't even think about it, Dean."