Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 35

Songs: 

Highway To Hell: AC/DC

Bad Moon Raising: Voices In Your Head

Carry On My Wayward Son: Kansas

Ro's POV

Harry, Niall and I sat in the back of Dean's, "Baby", which was the same make and model as mine, making our way to our destination. I thought I was going to be fine, but the more we drove, the more my stomach was turning into knots and my blood was running cold. The only thing that kept me from jumping out of the moving vehicle was the fact that they had purposely sat me in the middle after Ron informed them that in situations where I got nervous, I had a tendency to flee and I wasn't above tucking and rolling. And it didn't help any that Dean had been playing "Highway to Hell" on a continuous loop, claiming to be getting us pumped for battle.

"Oh look," Niall pointed outside his window, making Harry and I lean over to try and see what he was looking at. "Monroe St.," he chuckled. "What are the odds."

I heard Dean scoff from the front seat, turning on Monroe, the clear view obstructing with a thick fog bank that made it impossible to see.

"Of course," Harry mumbled under his breath, trying not to be heard, but I heard him, loud and clear.

He rubbed both palms on his thighs before running them through his hair, nervously. I turned to look at Niall who was biting his nails. When I looked up front, I was surprised to see both brothers so calm and ready for action.

"Why the hell are you guys so calm anyway?" I asked them, leaning forward.

I got a scoff and chuckle, Dean focused outside and Sam turned slightly to face me. "We sort of do this for a living."

I scrunched my face, confused by his statement. "What do you mean? What's this, exactly?"

Sam smiled, tilting his head a little. "Hunting," he answered vaguely.

"Hunting?" Niall questioned, coming up beside me, getting in Sam's face, making him move back a little.

"Hunting what, exactly?" I asked.

"Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches, vengeful spirits-"

"Demons," Dean interrupted, stepping out of the car without warning.

"Demons?" I squeaked, smacking Harry on his chest with the back of my hand. "I told you there were such things," I hissed.

"Ow," he complained, rubbing his chest as he got out while Niall died of laughter beside me.

We all filed out of the car, quietly after we were yelled at to quit being so loud. Harry grabbed a tight hold on my hand and just for my own sanity and comfort, I grabbed a hold of Niall's hand as well. As soon as he noticed, Harry gave me a questioning look once he realized I was also holding Niall's hand, but he just smirked, shaking his head before he refocused.

The three of us walked hand in hand to where Dean was with Sam and a new person who was standing in the middle of the deserted road. The three of them talked a bit, the new guy looking over at me.

"Who is he?" I asked, not bothering to wait for introductions.

I was starting to feel lightheaded, almost like I used to, but it was somewhat diluted and my pearl necklace was glowing, both, Harry and Niall taking notice. Harry shoved me behind him, Niall grabbed a hold of me, my fuzziness going away.

I tried to move closer, but surprisingly, Niall had a firm grip on me and wasn't letting me move while Harry's tall frame obstructed my view.

"So defensive for this being no one important," the new person said, loud enough for everyone to hear.