Keep Me Holy

Chapter Five- Homesick

"Sam!" I yelp. "What are you doing?"

"I came to get some groceries, but then I saw you.You were just standing there. What were you doing?" he looks worriedly at me.

"Oh, I just- it was another vision. Nothing harmless." I lie straight to his face.

"You're sure it was nothing?" he looks suspicious now.

"Positive. Want some help with shopping?" I say, trying to change the subject.

"Um, yeah. Sure." he shakes his head and walks into the store.

~ 30 minutes later ~

We walk out of the store each carrying about seven bags each. Luckily, this store had other supplies including clothes, medicines, toiletries, all the sorts. So while Sam picked up some food for the next couple of days, I grabbed some clothes. It took me about fifteen minutes to get all I needed. I look around in my bag for my wallet, but it's missing.

"Shit," I mumble as Sam walks over with a cart full of food, "Damn, you guys eat a lot, huh?" 

"Well yeah, some foods for you to." He says without thought, "Oh, and here's your wallet." He hands me my wallet. I grab it, mumbling a polite thank you. I open it andd find everything in tact. I walk up to a self check out and scan everything, slipping my debit card in. Five minutes later, Sam and I warewalking down the street to the impala. We load everything up, then drive back. 

"Hey dork-faces." Dean calls from the bathroom as we walk in.

"Got some food!" Sam calls back.

Dean walks out and gawks at all the food. "Holy shit. Is it all for me?" he asks jokingly.

"Har-har. Shut up and help me pull some of the food out." Sam replies.

I walk over to the bed and start to take the tags off my things. Once that's done, I grab my backpack, which is on the other side of the room. I open it and look at it's contents. My home work for my sixth hour, some pens and pencils, a couple books I got for my birthday a year back and my favorite sweatshirt, which I just so happened to also receive on my birthday. I remember that birthday so well...

-Flashback-

I open my front door, suddenly walking into something. What the hell? I swat away, only then realizing that it was a streamer. One of hundreds of streamers around my house. I almost forgot I was turning eighteen today. I run into the living room, when tons of my friends and family pop out of nowhere, yelling surprise. I smiled and started laughing. This day hasn't started out so well, but this made everything so much better.

"Thank you so much!" I say to everyone that comes up to me. I get and receive dozens of hugs from many people. My last year in high school, a year I'm supposed to treasure. I'm so close to graduating, I could almost taste it.

I soon find my mom in the kitchen. She turn around and smiles the minute she hears me. I walk to her and give her the biggest hug ever.

"Happy Birthday baby!" She says. I can hear the happiness in her voice. She pulls away and I notice she's crying.

"Don't cry mom, I'll be living hear for another year, and after I go off to college, I'll come visit all the time. Sound like a deal?" I look into her eyes

She just nods and engulfs me in another hug, which lasts a little while.

I remember dancing, singing, and laughing with all my friends. Then everyone quieted down. Everyone sat down where they could find a seat, while I was pulled to the front of the room.

I sit on the stool and pick up my guitar. I tune one of the stings accordingly to the song and start to strum. Soon the strumming turns I to playing and I start to sing. The crowd starts to clap along and soon enough, I'm done singing. Suddenly everyone starts to sing happy birthday to me. I just laugh and set down my guitar. After cake, everyone is screaming at me to open their gifts. After opening most of the gifts, the pile dwindles down to three. Two large boxes and a small, rectangular shaped one. I open the Largest one first. Inside, I find The Lord of The Rings trilogy, The Hobbit, and all the movies. Next, is a box full of books. Not just any books, music books. For flute, piccolo, piano and guitar. Last, but possibly my favorite, is a notebook. An empty notebook. A red, leather-bound notebook. I smiled widely and thanked everyone for coming. We hang out for another hour or two, then everyone started piling out.

I remeber that birthday like it was yesterday. One of the best. I was so happy, and care-free. Now I'm stuck inside soome crazy horror movie, or nightmare. Either could be better. I sigh and walk to the bed, grabbing my backpack. I open it up and look through. Notebooks, pens, pencils, pictures, candy, and hell, even my lunch. I dig a little deeper and find my songbookat the bottom. I open i and look through, smiling at all the stupid little lyrics I wrote. 

"Ash, you hungry?" Dean calls.

"Yeah, just a sec." I sigh.

I walk over and sit on the floor, grabbing one of the bags of chips we picked up. I start chowing down when I suddenly become full of questions.

"So, what exactly is it that you two do?" I blurt out. 

The boys stop at the exact same moment, glancing at each other. "Um, I don't think this is really for you-" Dean starts.

"Oh come on," I sigh heavily, "Just tell me."

"We hunt monsters," Dean blurts, "Ghosts, witches, demons. You name it, we kill it."

"Or save it," Sam interjects, "We don't kill everything."

"Oh," I nod my head, "Interesting." 

"Yeah." Sam munches on a chip.

"So, when you talked about your 'Family Business,' this is what you're referring to?" I rasie a brow.

"Yep." They say at the same time.

"Been in the family forever," Dean says, "Even though there were few who didn't want us to turn out to be hunters."

"Who didn't want you two to do this?" I ask.

"Our mom." Sam says quietly.

"Remember when I told you our mom died in a house fire?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"It was caused by a demon." Dean sits back, cracking open a beer.

"Same with my girlfriend." Sam says quietly.

"Oh," I say, shocked, "Well, um, wow." 

"That was years and years ago, though." Dean takes a swig, "Nothing but dust in the wind now."

I roll my eyes away, finding a new place to look. "Well, I'm tired. I'm just gonna go shower and sleep. Night guys."

"Night." they call in unison.