I've never woken up feeling so much regret.
Admitting to myself that I shouldn't have left the Winchesters so early, I called them up.
Dean told me to call if I was having any problems, and I am.
The problem is, I don't like being alone.
Dean doesn't answer, though, so I call sam.
"Hey, Jasmine?" He asks into the phone, and I nod before realizing that he can't see me.
"Yeah, it's me. You guys still in town?" I reply, pacing the room. My bags are packed and I'm just ready to go somewhere.
"We were just about to leave for Utah, found a case. What's up?"
"Uh, do you need help? Or a car sitter? I'm not picky" I chuckle into the phone.
"What? I thought you were a busy woman?" I can basically hear the sarcasm in his voice as he speaks, taunting me.
"I lied"
He laughs, "I figured. We'll pick you up in about 10 minutes. Sound good?"
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It's been thirty minutes, and the boys still aren't here.
I flop onto the bed and look at the dingy white ceiling, thinking about when times were simpler.
I almost feel remorse for the rest of my clueless family. They have no clue that anything supernatural exists in the world.
Who knows what they think's going on, I haven't made contact with them since my brother died.
They've tried to call, filed a missing person's report and everything.
I made it pretty clear that they needed to leave me alone once I was found by the police.
A horn honking from outside of the window interrupts my train of thought, and I quickly jump to my feet and grab my two bags.
Rushing out of the door, I see someone else in the car that I don't recognize.
He has dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes that seem to pierce through mine from the back seat of the impala.
I climb into the back seat, next to the man and Dean gives me a head nod.
"Who's this?" The man asks, his monotone voice surprising me. The blue of his tie makes his eyes look even more blue, in contrast to the tan trench coat he has on.
"Jasmine Wallace, we met her on a case last year. She hunts now" Sam says, unbuckling his seatbelt, "switch spots with me, Cas"
The man doesn't hesitate, and climbs into the passenger seat.
Sam sits beside me, and flashes a smile.
"I found this" he hands me a leather journal, one that's very familiar- because it's mine.
It's a tiny journal, one that I can fit in my purse and take notes whenever I see fit.
I must've left it at the bunker.
"Thanks" I put it in my bag, and lean back against the seat.
Dean starts driving, talking to the man in the front seat that i still don't know anything about.
"Who is that?" I whisper to Sam.
"That's Castiel. He's an Angel"
My jaw drops.
Angel?
It's a few hours before we stop for a bathroom break, and when we do, my legs are dead asleep.
So I stay in the car, I don't have to pee that bad.
Castiel stays too.
"So, Jasmine, do you know what we're hunting?" He asks me, looking straight ahead at the gas station.
"No clue"
"Werewolf, or, wolves, we think. They've killed twenty innocent people in the last week" he says, still looking ahead.
"Do we know why?"
He shakes his head.
Soon enough, the boys make their way back to the car, carrying a bag of chips and some water bottles.
"Eight hours to go, kids" Dean sighs, and I try to prepare myself for the awkward conversations to come.
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A/N:
Yet another very short chapter- I'll probably update again today if I have the time.
