The Winchester Sister

Chapter 12 - Death Takes a Holiday

I drown my chicken nuggets and chips in ketchup before digging in. So gooooooooood. "No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird....Okay, Bobby, thanks." Sam looks at me in disgust. "That's disgusting."

"What? The way I'm eating?" I ask with my mouth full, spitting food everywhere...Specifically at Sam's face. Bitch face to the extreme from him as he wipes off my food from his face. Totally worth it. 

"I could literally kill you."

"But you're not going too." I tease. "You care about your little sister to much to do so. Very overprotective. Like annoyingly overprotective." Tim. 

"Are you thinking about Tim again?" I scoff. "He had it coming, Ashlee!"

"No, he didn't! You just didn't want him dating me because you don't want anyone dating me!"

"Ash, we're hunters!" Sam shouts in a whisper. "We don't get to date!" I felt anger rush through me.

"Hypocrite!" I exclaim. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean intervenes. "Stow your crap guys. Sam, what's up? I saw you on the phone."

"Bobby found something in Wyoming." Sam states. 

"A job?" Dean asks.

"Maybe." Sam replies as Dean bites into his double cheeseburger. "Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half." I frown.

"That so unusual?" I question in confusion. 

"Well, it's how they're not dying." Is Sammy feeling okay? "One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice." Miracle? "Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch." Definitely suspicious. 

"Capped in the ass?" Dean asks and I roll my eyes. Typical Dean. 

"Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter."

"And he's not a doughnut?" Dean mumbles with his mouth full with food. 

"Locals are saying it's a miracle." Sam comments.

"Okay." I say, as I finish off the last of my chips. 

"It's got to be something nasty, right?" Sure, why not? "I mean, people making deals or something." Interesting theory.

"You think?" Dean questions. 

"What else would it be?"

"I don't know." Dean answers with a shrug. 

"All right." Sam replies before putting his laptop away. "Get that to go." I get up as does Sammy. "Come on." Dean doesn't appear to be moving. "What?" Dean keeps chewing. 

"Sure you want me going with you?" I roll my eyes at Dean. This is about the siren. There have been so many disagreements about the siren since I've been here.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sam questions. 

"I don't want to be holding you back or nothing." Dean answers. Idiotic brothers. I take the plate from Dean, much to his bemusement, and take it over to the counter. Leave them to talk it out. 

"Can I get this to go, please?" I ask the lady at the counter.

"Sure thing, hun." She wraps it up for me. "Here you go."

"Thank you." I give her a smile before walking out. I decide to take the liberty of biting into Dean's burger before giving it to him. 

"Thanks." Dean says sarcastically and I give him a sarcastic smile.