It's My Life// Dean Winchester

One

"Dean, where are we going?" I asked, we were passing through unfamiliar ground, and he hadn't told me where we were going, obviously.

"To find my Sam," He replied, his lips pressed firmly.

"He's at Stanford" I said

"How'd you know?" He looked at me, raising a brow.

"Nevermind," He added, seeing the laptop, with all of Sams info on it.

I turned away, and crossed my arms closer to my chest, and looked out the window.

"Here," Dean said, handing me his coat, he must've noticed I was cold.

"Thanks," I said, and wrapped it around me.

The soft worn leather warming me up quickly. The jacket smelled like Dean, soothing my skeptical nerves. I leaned my head on the window, and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

~*~*~

"Nicki, get your lazy arse up," Dean said.

"What?" I asked, groggily.

"We're here, get up, and out of the car. And can I have my coat back? I'm cold," He said.

I rolled my eyes, and stepped out of the car, shrugging off his coat and handing it back to him, leaving me to freeze my butt off.

I grabbed my gun from the dashboard, and laced it in my back pocket, slipping my pocket knife into my boot.

"Ready?" Dean sked.

"Yeah," I replied. We walked to the front door if the apartment, and I grabbed the bobby pin that was holding my hair up. 

"Here," I replied, tossing it to him.

"Thanks," He whispered, and continued to unlock the door.

I heard it click, and he opened it slowly, we slipped inside quitely, and I closed the door as silently as possible. Dean walked over to the mini fridge, and opened it up to find the beer.

"Where is it?" He muttered.

"Not here genius," I replied.

"Don't be a smart-ass," He replied.

"Rude," I replied, suddenly hearing a crash from up the stairs.

My hand instinctivily flew to my gun in my back pocket. I stepped around the corner, peeking my head out. I saw a tall figure step out, holding what looked like a baseball bat.

"Ow," I heard him say, and saw him on Dean, throwing ounches at Dean. I laughed as Dean blocked them, and the large figure turned around to face me.

"Oh crap," I muttered, and dodged a punch.

"What the fuck man. Don't hit her!" I heard Dean explain, and could tell what the look on his face would probably look like.

"Dean?" The figure asked.

"Yes Sam?" Dean replied.

The lights switched on, and a girl with curly blonde hair stood at the bottom step.

"Sam, who's this?" The girl asked.

Dean let out a low wolf whistle, looking at the girl in her underwear, and smurf shirt.

I kicked him in the shin. "Ow," He muttered, and looked at me.

"Jess, uhm, this is my brother Dean, and Nicki

Jess stuck out her hand and I shook it. "Hi, I'm there sister," I said, obviously a lie.

"I didn't know they had a sister," She replied.