Sell Your Soul (a Supernatural Fanfiction)

Phone calls

Jordan's POV

I called cody's cell again today. I've filled his voicemail box already. I'm down to four months. I don't want to spend them alone.

I clicked the receiver off before going to bed.

I woke up to Dean shouting breakfast down the hallway. I smiled to myself and got out of bed.

I ate my omlet quietly, something the boys were starting to get used to. I didn't talk much anymore. We went on a hunt every two or three weeks, the boys tried to get me to do fun things in every town. Sometimes I would. The firework show in Milwaukee was pretty cool.

I walked back to my room and called Cody again. He didn't answer. I couldn't help but wonder if he was okay? If I sold my soul to save him, would I feel it if something hurt him? Are we bounded in some way? Or would my bringing him back be a complete waste?

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I clicked end call.

I fell back on my bed. I had an odd motivation today.

I took a long shower, a pleasure I hadn't taken part in for about a month. I only took the time necessary. After my great shower, I went back to my bedroom wrapped in my towel to pick out a nice outfit. I grabbed a pair of light denim jeans with sequin on the pockets. Next I found a purple v-neck shirt with short sleeves. I pulled on a pair of flats and danced out of my room... Danced? What did Dean slip in my food?

With this new energy I bounced into Sam's room. "SAM!" I yelled as I jumped on him and started tickling him. Who knew such a moose would be so ticklish?

"JORDAN STOP! JO SERIOUSLY PLEASE JUST GAH I HATE THIS," he couldn't breathe we were laughing so hard.

"Jo? Where did that come from?" I asked, tickle fight coming to a short ending. He shrugged and pushed me down, catching me and putting me in my feet. "Where's Dean?"

"Uh, I think he is in the library why?"

"I wanna go somewhere,"

"Like where?"

"Somewhere I don't ever go. The mall? OOOOHHHH SAMMY LET'S GO TO A CONCERT? PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-"

"Uh... Yeah but I want to know where this sudden burst of enthusiasm came from... JORDAN ARE YOU ON DRUGS?" he asked suddenly yelling.

"No! Well... I don't think so. Ask dean, it came after breakfast...."

"Oh, well... I'll look at the concerts I guess, who do you want to see?"

"Hmmm.... Well, uh... Ugh... FALL OUT BOY" I shouted. He mumbled something that sounded like nice choice and walked to his laptop set up at the desk. He looked up the tour, and lucky us tomorrow they were coming an hour and a half from us, tickets still on sale.

I rushed to tell Dean, who was surprised as well. I was too happy to be surprised. Would it be bad to spend 4 months going to concerts until I bite the bullet? Meh. I don't care.

We got our tickets and got into the car.

In the natural spirit of dean, we got a crappy hotel room. It was cheap.

I rushed to get things hung up in my little closet. I had three tees with me, two fall out boy. One was an all time low long sleeve for bed.

I pulled on my little shorts and my shirt. I sauntered into the guy's room and plopped myself in front of their tv. They we're out getting tacos.

I turned on arrow and had a coke from the stuff Sam brought.

When they got back, Dean gave me a weird look. "Dude it's like, 65 out there aren't you cold?"

I got up and jogged a little to him and jumped into his arms, he really didn't have a choice or I would have knocked him over.

"Kinda. But you're warm so it's okay," I said, smiling. I got down and sat back in my spot to eat my tacos.

I fell asleep with my feet draped over Sam and my head on dean's lap.

The Next morning, I got up at 6:30. I wanted to be in the General admission line as early as possible.

I got the boys up and we all got dressed. I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans with a few holes in them and One of my tees. The guys wore their normal apparel.

When we got there, we got into line with the first 10 people. I smiled and sat down, blaring my music.

When the concert started I cried. The overwhelming rush of seeing them so close to me was amazing. During the third song, miss missing you, PETE WINKED AT ME. Okay enough fangirling. I'm okay.

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