Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Twenty- Seven

Author's Note: I made this thing to go with this chapter^^^

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"This is all you watch," Dylan said, plopping down on the couch as the next episode of Friends started playing. I was watching it for the past week. I had had so many nightmares lately about my parents' deaths, and this television show helped cheer me up so much.

"God, quit drooling over Chandler; he's not even that good looking." We were watching season one, and I couldn't help but stare at Chandler. His hair was so perfect in the first season.

"How would you know?" I asked, stealing the popcorn from my brother. "You're not a girl." Dylan scoffed, stealing the popcorn back from me as the door bell rang. He leaped up off the couch, seeming overexcited about something.

"Hey, babe." I turned my head to see my brother's girlfriend, Hayley, standing in the doorway. I flashed a fake smile in her direction and greeted her, then went back to my show. "R. J., we're going out. I'll be back later, okay?" I nodded a little as he left, shutting the door behind him.

It strikes me kind of odd that I keep on remembering small things like this. I remember how sad I felt when I watched my brother walk out the door with Hayley.

"Riley, you okay?" I look up at Sam, flashing him a fake smile.

God, I have to stop doing that.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a headache." I take a drink of my soda as the waitress sets our food down in front of us. "So, how's it looking?" I ask Sam, referring to the case.

"Looks like demons. I don't know why we've been running into so many of them lately." I look to my left and see a boy and a woman who is probably his mother. I happen to overhear bits and pieces of their conversation.

"Dylan, hurry up and eat. We have to go." The mother is scolding her son, and I immediately freeze when I hear my brother's name. My heart beat is painfully loud now, I can feel it against my skull.

"No, mom. It's disgusting." At this point, I have stopped listening to them. I couldn't hear anything anymore. I stand up and go to the restroom.

I stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, washing my face. Another memory sneaks up on me, my head pounding painfully.

I swung my machete, decapitating the vampire. I looked over at my brother, who was also holding a bloody machete, and smiled. He sat down on the bed, exhausted from our first hunt. I handed him a Pepsi as I sat down next to him, holding an ice pack to the right side of my head.

"We should do this all the time," I said. Dylan laughed in response. I was being dead serious, though. Once he figured that out, he looked at me in shock.

"Hell no, Riley," he started. "First of all, you're too young. I'm too young. Second, we don't even have...hunting stuff. I don't have a car. What about school? You just want to---"

"Okay, okay," I said, putting a hand up in surrender. "I get it. I was just thinking out loud. But wouldn't it be nice to help other people? We'd be like...hunters or something." He smiled a little, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You're crazy. We're never doing this again."

Are these memories trying to tell me something? I can't figure it out.

I look up in the mirror and jump in shock when I see my brother standing behind me. It's him, I'm sure. He's wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, the same thing he used to always wear. He smiles.