Caught in the Crossfire~~Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 7: In Shock

I sit in my own Motel room with the two master beds in it. Dean thought it would give you space and sure, it did, but not enough. It's been awhile since I had to hitch a ride with people and it's going to take awhile to get use too.

Castiel, once he went through the door, he vanished. He probably felt bad for me. I did take a bullet for them-or him.

My body aches uncomfortably, every limb ready to snap under pressure. It's going to take a while and my body wasn't ready for such an impact.

I changed into a pair of sweatpants with another black tank top with a gray flannel over it. It's comfortable, sure, but it still didn't take away the pain. The wounds healed, but the stab and the bullet left a nasty scar behind.

My mind runs to hell and back. The deal she mentioned really did make me think twice. No matter how much I promise to not to take a crossroads deal, I wanted them and missed them dearly. It made my heart ache with every thought that came to mind.

I flip through the channels on the boxed TV. Nothing good is on, so I change it back to the weather channel. It's freezing outside, no doubt about it. It's October, which means it'll be freezing in South Dakota.

A knock comes from the Motel door and I let a groan slip. I get up and make my way to the door. I open the door and Dean and Sam stand in the doorway.

"Hey, we are going to grab a bite to eat, wanna come?" Sam asks me.

I nod immediately. "Yeah, just let me grab my shoes."

I slip on my tennis shoes by the door and shut the door behind me with the key in my pocket. We make our way to the Impala and Sam calls shotgun. I let out a groan indicating my annoyance for the brother as I crawl into the back seat.

The ride-silent, deafening. The purr of the Chevy could send me off to sleep in which I haven't seen in days.

We get to the diner in no time. We all exit the Impala and walk through the two-glass doors. A lady, a hostess, smiles at us. I politely return the look of the nice smile.

"How many?" She ask.

"Three." Dean says and she grabs the three main menu.

"Follow me to your table."

She seem awfully cheeky for having a bad, low income job, but whatever brings food to the table.

We follow her to the booth and she lays out the menus. Two on one side, one on the others, and I didn't hesitate to take the lonely one while the angry squirrel and sad moose sits on the other side.

"Enjoy your evening." She smiles and walks off.

Weird. I grab the menu and quickly hid my face as I rest my head on the table. Tiresome is an understatement in my mind.

I peek up and place my chin on the table. Looking at the dinner menu on the dinner-sandwich side.

I blow the menu down with my chin still intact on the table. I look up at the brothers with only my eyes as they look down upon me.

"You seem tired." Dean chimes.

"Relevant." I sigh.

He smirks. "Hey, being shot and not being able sleep for three day can really do something."

"My bad." He looks away.