Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twelve

As soon as Sam got off the phone, we had a case. One of their old friends, Travis, found one in Carthage, Missouri and Dean wanted to go right away, so we packed up and left like we always do. Not that I didn't love what we did, but moving around so much gets tiring. The car, however much I loved her, became boring and mundane. I took back seat and gave back Sam his spot in front as a sign of my apologies without having to say anything. I liked the back better anyway, there was more room to sleep or read or whatever.

Dean was still pissed. He told us what had happened when he went back in time and he told us he saw him mom get killed again. But what he said about Sam was a real worry, "You have demon blood in you, Sam."

Sam talked quietly, "I know."

"You know?" I asked.

"Yeah. I found out a little over a year ago, but I didn't wanna freak you guys out."

"Well, I think delaying has been worse on us, don't you think." I scolded.

"Jesus, Sam. You couldn't have just mentioned it?" Dean said, pissed all over again.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Sam said, frustrated.

"You guys are the most secretive pair I've ever heard of." I said, laying down again.

"Oh, yeah. And you and your sister told each other everything." Dean mocked.

"Yeah, we did actually."

They we quiet. Good, they're annoying when they're angry. Especially when they're not.

"Sorry, Kay." Sam said.

"Let's just not talk about it." I turned on my side, facing the seat, and tried to go to sleep, but I was too worked up and couldn't. I didn't move though; I was too comfortable.

The car stayed quiet for a long while. "She asleep?" Dean asked.

I heard Sam shift, "Yeah."

"Maybe she's right, you know. Maybe we should be more honest." Dean said and I smirked.

"Yeah, I know." Sam's only response.

"Is there anything else I should know? Cause I'm a clean slate."

"No, but if there is, I'll tell you."

There was a pause, "Okay."

They were quiet once more. It was gonna be a long drive. I got bored after another hour or so and turned on my back, "When I was really little, like 4 or five, I thought it was a good idea to smother my mom in butter while she napped." I laughed at the story and gained a laugh from them too. "You guys have any good stories?"

"No, not anything like that." Dean said, sounding happier. I could sense that Sam was tense. Probably cause I was talking about myself, which was rare.

"Hm. When I was like 6, I was drawing on the wall, and my mom caught me. So I looked up at her and said 'Don't spank me'. She had to leave the room to laugh."

"Kay, mind if I ask you something?" Sam asked, a smile in his voice.

"Only if you promise me something."

"Sure, what?"

"You both gotta be open with me, too. I'll open the door to you, but when I come knocking, you open up too."

A moment to think, "Yeah, okay."

I leaned forward and stuck out my pinky, "Pinky promise me." I joked, "Call me childish if it makes you feel better," I said to the looks they gave me. They wrapped their little fingers around mine, "What was the question?"

"Why was your father angry at you? I mean you didn't-" Called it.

"Kill him? No. My ah... my mom killed him in front of me and I didn't do anything. He's buried in my backyard."

"Sorry." Dean said and there was a bit of an awkward "oh-okay" silence.

"It's been a long time. Don't worry about it." I shrugged.

"Why? I mean, why did she kill him?"

"How many girls have you been with, Dean?"

"What? Why?"

"You promised to be open with me." I tapped his shoulder.

"A lot. I don't know."

"Hm. He was a dick and my mom was crazy."

"How many guys you been with?" Dean asked.

I laughed a little, "You would believe me."

"Try me." He glanced back at me with a smile.

"Three."

"Three. Three? What are you, like, 20 and you've slept with three guys?"

"Any girls?" Sam added.

"Sam, really?" Dean berated.

"Told you." I said and looked out the window.

"So you got high standards or something?"

"No, I just like personality more than body and my type of personality is hard to come by." There was a pause and it seemed like no one wanted to talk about it anymore, "Where are we?"

"Just entering Missouri." Dean said and I nodded.