A Supernatural Fanfiction.

South Dakota [Part 1]

Frigid morning air froze my cheeks while the layers of blankets formed a heated cocoon around my body. I stretched and sighed, settling back into the sheets. My eyes shot open and I sat up, lifting the shirt to stare at my now healed stab wound.

"What the..." I trailed off and looked over at Dean. "Hey, Winchester wake up."

Dean stirred in the chair and blinked at me. "You alright?"

I pointed to my healed side. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me?"

He rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Cas was here last night." Dean paused and looked away. "I asked him to heal you."

I lowered the shirt and pulled the blankets up to block out the chill. "Oh. Thanks."

He gave me an awkward smile. "Don't mention it."

I cleared my throat. "So when are we leaving for Bobby's?"

Dean stood up and walked toward the door. "Fifteen minutes. Be ready."

And that was it. The TV was still on at a low volume, empty beer bottles were scattered on the floor, and the only evidence that I was ever hurt was the thin line of dried blood on the sheet. I wonder what else angels can do. I hopped out of bed and eagerly got dressed. This motel was really starting to get old.

Sam and Dean were loading Bobby's wheel chair in the Impala's trunk as I exited the room. Sam was smiling at something Dean had said, and Bobby was reading in the backseat.

"Shotgun." I said and went to the passenger door.

Sam was about to protest, but Dean shrugged his shoulders and winked at me. Huffing and puffing, Sam climbed into the back and crammed is gangly legs behind my seat. I winked at Sam before getting in myself.

Dean cranked Metallica as we pulled out onto the highway, and I stared out the window and watched the snow covered trees pass by. The Winchesters argued over what the volume of the music should remain at, and Bobby yelled at them for yelling at each other. The three of them gave me a headache.

Three hours into the drive and we stopped for gas. Sam took the opportunity to stretch his giraffe legs, and Bobby voiced his need to use the whiz palace. I sat in the car and thought about why Dean didn't wake me up when Cas poofed into the room. Before too long, Dean got back into the car, and while Sam and Bobby weren't around I figured now we be the best time to ask.

"Dean, why didn't you wake me up when Cas showed up last night?" I looked over at him.

He started the car and clenched his jaw. "Thought you'd need sleep after what happened."

I furrowed my brows at him. "Well, Cas healed me. And if that's what you thought, why haven't you said anything in the three hours we've been driving?"

He didn't say anything.

"Dean, what's going on?" Lucky for him, Bobby and Sam showed up and he didn't have to answer. "We're not done." I said just loud enough for him to hear me.

"Let's find a place to eat at our next stop." Dean said and peeled out of the station.

"Why not eat now?" Sam asked.

"Because we haven't had a chance to celebrate since getting Bobby back." Dean glanced at me.

I picked up what he put down. "I agree, it'll give us a chance to better get to know each other."

Bobby and Sam wordlessly got on board and I looked straight ahead. Three hours Winchester, and then no more secrets.