*WARNING (partly) SAD CHAPTER*
Location: Driving back to the Desert Sun Inn, some town in Arizona.
The car ride was slient. Dean passed out in the backseat and I avoided eye contact with Sam. Once we got back to the motel, I woke Dean up and helped him into the room.
"Cas, can you help him into bed?" He nodded and walked over to Dean. I walked back outside and found Sam sitting on the back of the Impala looking into the distance.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" He looked back at me with despair in his eyes. My smile instantly faded when I realized what caused his mood to turn sour. I walked over and sat next to him. I laid back on the rear mirror and he followed. We looked at the stars in silence, not wanting to say anything to each other. My left arm was hanging over the side of the car holding my heels, while my right hand rested beside me. Sam's hands were behind his head. I turned my head to the right, observing his facial expression. He was thinking about something, I could tell by his furrowed eyebrows, and cold eyes.
"Tell me what's wrong," I insisted, turning my body and grabbing hold of his arm. He turned his head to look at me. His eyes were shiny, and on the verge of tears. Just looking at him broke my heart.
"I just didn't think I would ever see you and Dean together. Especially not like that." A tear escaped and trailed down his cheek. We didn't break eye contact, not even for a second. One by one tears streamed down his face, my own coming soon after. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand. Taking one last look at Sam, I made my way into the room. I slipped in the door and found it pitch black. Carefully, I found my bag and changed back into my t-shirt. I pulled the covers down on my bed and slid in. Once in the bed, I tried to grab a pillow from beside me, but found a person there instead. I let out a small scream and turned the lamp on.
I was relievedto find it was only Dean. He was sleeping like a log.
"Cas you put him in the wrong bed!"
"Oops." I turned off the lamp, got out of the bed, and walked to the bed that was supposed to be Dean's.
*The Next Morning*
"Rise and shine sleepy heads," Cas yelled. My eyes jolted open. Even though he does this every morning, I still wasn't used to it. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Where are we going now," I asked.
"Oregon. There's been recent attacks in a town called Reedsport," Sam answered, a bit harshly.
"Attacks from what?"
"Werewolves. Each victim's heart was taken." We all packed our things and headed out to the car. Dean was hungover, so him and Cas sat in the backseat. I was in the passenger seat, and Sam was driving. The car was silent. After about an hour or so of driving, Dean had fallen asleep. Cas was staring out the window, watching the cars pass us.
Sam had his left hand on the wheel and his right resting beside him. I placed my left hand down, not paying attention to where it went. It just happened to end up resting on top of his hand. I started to move it away, but he held my small hand in his. I looked over at him, but he was focused on the road. I slid across the seat until I was right next to him. I put my right hand on the wheel , helping him drive.
