A Supernatural Fanfiction.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

We'd been at Bobby's for a week, and there was no way in hell I was going downstairs. Embarrassment. Anger. Regret. Stress. All the feelings mulling around me, salt and peppering the crap out of my life until my plate is covered in a grey-white mountain. One of the boys would come upstairs, put some food and water outside my door, then slink away at least twice a day. I knew it was Dean when it was a beer instead of water.

Bobby hadn't said anything to me since he'd threatened Derek at the bar. The whole mess rattled me, took me back to being that helpless eighteen year old stuck in a toxic relationship. I rolled over on the bed and stared out the streaked window across from the bed. A slew of junk cars were everywhere, just like before. Only now, they were covered in snow.

At the edge of the car, the same car where I found Bobby's note, a little boy with brown curly hair stood still. I sat up and slowly approached the window. He lifted a hand and waved. My stomach was in the process of switching places when she appeared.

"Carrie, he misses you."
I didn't take my eyes of the boy. My boy. "He's gone. And I want you gone too."
"He asks about you every day."
The boy motioned for me to come outside. "Get lost Naomi, the answer is no."
She grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around. "Listen to me Singer, and listen closely. If you don't agree to this, those two little toy soldiers downstairs are going to have a fate worse than death. And that father of yours?" A wicked grin spread on her face. "There are quite a few creatures waiting to get their hands on him."
I reached up and grabbed her wrist. After all, she was in my head. "Threaten me all you want, but if you so much as touch a hair on any of their heads, I'm going to cut your wings off and shove them up your ass."
She yanked out of my grip and stepped away from me. "Wrong choice."

The bed was sweaty when everything normal came into focus. I stood up, only to fall on the floor when the room started spinning around me. One of the boys bounded up the stairs.

"Carrie, you alright?" Dean asked through the door.

I blinked a few times before trying to stand up again. "She was here."

He turned the knob, but the lock prevented him from opening the door. Instead of looking for the key, he decided the best option was to kick the door down. Wood splinters shot into the room.

I pushed myself onto my knees. "Do you just like kicking in doors?"

Dean knelt down and put his arm under my shoulders lifting me up. "What happened?"

Now sitting on the bed with his arm around me, I told him everything. "I said no."

He stood up and rubbed his jaw. "Shit."

I nodded in agreement. "Shit."

Dean reached out a hand to me. "Come on, we've got work to do."

There were two options I thought of at the sight of his outstretched hand. Option one: reject his hand and stay upstairs until I could finally leave this stupid state behind and drive until there's no more map, hunting, or angels. Option two: take his hand and bring the fight to the angels.

I took his hand.