Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Thirty- Six

(Author's Note: Riley is high in this chapter and tbh it's pretty hilarious)

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"Here, take this."

Dylan holds a pill out to me. I look at it, then at him questioningly. "What is it?"

"It's one of Jasper's," he says. "It's a Valium. It should help with the anxiety." Instead of arguing with him about it, I take the pill.

(Author's note: if you've seen the movie Death at a Funeral, then you probably know where this is going)

"This is a bad idea," I say. "I should not be taking someone else's pills. Anyways, what's the plan for today?" Jasper and Layla took off last night. I have no idea where to, but I feel a little awkward now being the only girl here. I guess it doesn't really matter, though.

"Well, we actually found a case not far from here," Sam starts, and I am quickly confused. "It looks like vampires. Dylan and I were going to take care of it."

"Why can't I help?" I ask, and also wonder why Dean isn't going to help either. "And why aren't we trying to find Lucifer instead?" I hardly noticed, but sometime during our conversation, Dean walked into the room and is now standing behind me.

"We're looking, Riley, but he's hard to find," Sam explains. "Especially right now. It's like he knows what we're up to and he is hiding." I lower my eyebrows.

"Really?" I ask, disbelieving. "A wrestling match inside your head? It seems like the kind of thing he would be all for." He doesn't say anything more after that. "Okay, so while you guys are off killing stuff, what are we gonna be doing?" I ask, gesturing to myself and Dean.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he says, patting my shoulder as he walks away. I can hear the smirk in his voice and my face quickly heats up when I think about what he could possibly have planned.

It's probably just hunting stuff, right?

I shake my head a little, trying to get rid of the pink on my cheeks. "Okay, so we're going to head out," Dylan says, standing up. Sam also stands up, both of them carrying bags in their hands. "We're going to take my car, because...." He trails off as he tries to think of why they are taking his car. When he can't think of anything, he shakes his head and leaves. I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair.

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I have no idea what we are going to be doing today. Dean still won't tell me. Right now we are in some breakfast diner-y thingy. And I don't know why I keep hearing a dog barking.

"Earth to Riley," Dean says, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I shake my head quickly, feeling dizzy while doing so. "Are you feeling okay?" He keeps talking, but I don't listen. The only thing I can hear is that damn dog.

"Do you hear that dog? God, it's SO loud." Dean lowers his eyebrows in concern. I roll my eyes and groan, opening up my menu. "They have NO right to say that about us."

"What are you talking about, babe?" Suddenly, I think of the movie Babe that I saw when I was really little. I gasp dramatically and point my finger at Dean.

"You saw that movie, too?!?" I ask. I literally have no idea why I'm acting like this and I really could not care less. "Jeez, why did he watch it all the time? It was a stupid movie about a stupid pig on a stupid farm." At this point, I'm just rambling on. Dean shushes me, touching my arm and looking at me with deep concern.

"Hey, listen to me," he says. I blink hard a few times and stare at him intensely. "Did you drink anything today?" I shake my head. "Did you smoke anything today?" I shake my head again, slower this time. "Alright, did you take any pills today?" I look up at the ceiling, trying to remember when I took that pill.