Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 17

Shocking, yes.

Geez, she had done a damn good job of hiding it. Her liking me would complicate things, but she didn't so it was cool. Not that I have anything against gay/bisexual people!

I just don't sway that way and physically and/or mentally wouldn't be able to handle telling her that I don't like her in that way. Luckily she didn't, cool.

Despite what she portrays me as to people, Ashley Hasley is the exact antonym of "confident", I just know how to hide things like this.

She leaves before I can tell her I was just surprised, looking ever so slightly pissed. 

Dean stared as she left and leaned on the doorway. "Well, Sammy and Amy had gone, what do you want to do?" "Assuming they don't take Baby?" I asked in return as I began to clean the spilled orange juice. He let out a small laugh and nodded, "Yes, assuming they don't take Baby."

There was the reeve of a car,  a very un-Impala like car, then the tires peeled away.

A small shrug was my only reply and he ran a hand through his hair. "How about a case?" "What type?" I responded, looking at him with interest now. Weapons, fun. "I was researching a vamps case around twelve hours away by driving. Course I'll be doing most of the work-" "Naturally, Dean, but you have to show me how to use a knife eventually." I told him, finishing up cleaning as I tossed the paper towels into the trash.

The eldest Winchester looked at me with a sudden somber gaze. "Even if you only have a few months that you'll be able to use it?" "Even so.  If I don't, odds are I'm going to get kidnapped as a 'damsel-in-distress' or some shit." Now my voice was rising, this was aggravating.

This whole God situation, and Dean insisting on not teaching me how to defend myself!

"You know that happens to every person you care about, how about we break that cycle?" I asked him and he sighed, "I'll be back in a minute."

A little less than a minute later he came back holding a knife that was about as long as my elbow to my wrist. It was serrated on one side, and had a leather grip. "Think of it as a tool instead of a weapon." He said, pressing the leather grip into my hand. "Hopefully you won't have to use it."

An hour went by and he showed me basic moves, to make sure I could disarm and easily decapitate any vamp that wanted to try and kill me. Dean finally nodded in approval, wiping his brow. "Well, I'd say you won't die without a fight." "I will take that as a compliment." I replied kissing his cheek.

There was a small duffel bag in my room, which I threw my things into and pulled out my phone shooting Amy a text in case she was mad. When she was mad, it was better to let her just ride out the wave.

Mind you, Amy doesn't get mad often, but when she does...Hell hath no fury compared to her. I've only seen her mad a few times and most of them have been on my behalf. ("I can handle those people Amy-" "Thank doesn't give them any right to treat you that way!")

Hey, sorry about earlier, just surprising...I' not weirded out or freaked or anything I just wanted to let you know that. Oh and Dean and I are headed out to hunt vamps, we should be back in a few days.

And set.

If I was going to warped back to my universe or reality, I was sure as hell going to make a good impact on this world. We may not have supernatural monsters but maybe this place could teach me about dealing with our own type of monsters. One of which, Amy's ex, who I was planning on kicking in the ass ASAP when God warps us back.

"You ready?" Dean called from the front of the bunker and I pulled the duffel back over my shoulder as I ran a hand through my hair. "So, are you nervous for your first case?" Dean asked as he held the door open for me as I walked past him and I shrugged. "More anxious to help out the people in that community."

As we hopped into the 1967 Chevy Impala he let out a low chuckle. "You know, for somebody who acts as tough as you, you really have a heart of gold." "Amy is better at charity. I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted with a small huff and he laughed. "You also seem to have a problem with accepting compliments." "One of my best qualities." I told him with a huge grin and he rolled his meadow green eyes, still smiling.