A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter Three

               When I woke up I couldn't tell what time it was, or what day it was but I did wake up in the warehouse, which meant that none of this had been a dream. Time kind of disappeared the moment the Winchesters walked in my door but I honestly didn't mind it anymore. The even weirder thought had been that the only thing that stressed me out wasn't the fact that my life had been turned upside down by demons or that I can't protect myself because it'll ruin everything - no my main cause of worry was school. The terror of all those lectures I was missing made feel a little paranoid but then I remembered why I was here and I'm sure all of my professors would understand... not but it didn't really matter that much if I died.

Glancing over at Cas he remained unconscious, cautiously I pressed my fingers to his neck and held my breath. He needed to be alive, there was no point to keeping me alive if he was dead because we'd all be dead anyway. Once I felt the pulse under my fingers I released a sigh of relief then settled back on the ground.

"Don't worry about him, he's borrowed angel mojo will work, it just takes a little longer," Dean's voice startled me. I sat upright completely jumpy by everything. Dean laughed then pushed himself off of the nearest wall and sat in front of me.

"Yeah I know but I'm still worried," I muttered. For a while Dean and I sat in uncomfortable silence but then it got to him.

"You know since you uh - uh watch our lives for some bizarro reason I gotta ask... Who's your favorite character," he asked with sly smirk.

"You know it's a tie. When the show started you were my favorite but once Castiel came I was quickly won over by his innocence and his loyalty though it wasn't always placed with the right people." Dean lost his smirk and looked away disappointed. "Do you know why you were my favorite though?" I asked.

"Because I'm a ruggedly attractive manly man who has charm?" He asked with a return of the smirk. Rolling my eyes I laughed.

"No besides all of that. You were my favorite because oddly enough I saw a lot of myself in you. Both of our parents have been controlling and we did everything we could to make them proud because we didn't know any better. We're both the oldest and responsible for a little sibling and we both tend to hide our emotions - are real emotions. Obviously you've seen a few of mine but the deep emotion crap isn't something I like to deal with," I answered, watching the smirk disappear and his jaw clench. I waited for a snippy comment. "I'm sorry for sounding like I know you but I do, I know everything. I know that you like bacon cheeseburgers more than anything besides pie. I've seen you cry and go through Hell and Purgatory, I've seen you lose Sam to death, Ruby, Lucifer and so before you say something snarky and sarcastic let me ask you... Are you okay? Don't lie because the show will reveal all," I warned with a hint of joking. Dean's green eyes bore themselves into my dull lake water blue ones so much that I had to look away.

"I try to be okay... I have to be okay for Sam but this Mark... it's something serious," he answered. Glancing back I watched him roll up his sleeve and reveal the red symbol burned into his flesh.

"Will you be okay? Will it come off?" I asked, my eyes still glued to the mark. Dean rolled his sleeve back down looked at the sleeping Sam and shook his head.

"I don't know, I've searched through every book in the bunker but I just can't find anything on it. Sometimes I don't think I want it off," he voice reached a low key that made his chest rumble.

"I'm positive that you do and I'm also positive that one way or another it's going to get off," I answered with a sympathetic smile.

Just then Cas began to cough and my first thought is that we're losing him until his eyes open and he sits up. Dean and I both get on one side of him and slowly push back down.