The Winchester Sister

Chapter 21 - Fallen Idols

A/N- I'm sorry for the little hiatus. I started university in September, and was packing and organising before hand. Then there's essays and lectures. Me being ill. January exams are almost upon me. Very busy, busy. 

"So-" Sam breaks the silence and chuckles. "-What's with this job?"

"Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out." Dean answers.

"Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" Sam suggests.

"I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back."

"Right, yeah, but I mean, if-if the Colt is really out there somewhere-"

"Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Dean cuts Sam off.

"Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna-ice the Devil-"

"This is what we're doing!" Dean exclaims. "Okay? End of discussion." I sigh in annoyance. "It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on."

"So you think I need training wheels." Sam sounds offended. To be honest, I would be.

"No, 'we'." Dean corrects. "'We' need training wheels; you, Ash and me. As a team. Okay?"

"It's 'And I'." I mutter under my breath. 

"You say something back there, Ash?"

"Just 'okay'." I lie and Dean made a noise that he didn't believe me but he left me alone. "If it's okay with you two, I'm going to sleep."

"Go for it." Sam replies as I lay down in the back. I just finished writing and sending an essay to my AP English Literature teacher about Act 4 of John Webster's play 'The White Devil'. Imagine my surprise when I found out we were studying 'The White Devil' for the first half of the semester. I mean, I know that it's not actually about the Devil but the title is disconcerting. Considering that we are currently  trying to find the Colt to kill Lucifer aka The Devil. The second half of the semester, we are studying 'The Changeling' by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley. I'm having flashbacks to that Changeling case back in Cicero, Indiana. I feel like 11th grade is just not gonna be my year. For one, I have no idea why I took AP classes last year, because I'm not going to have anything to do during Senior year. I'm taking AP English Literature; AP English Language, AP Biology, pre-calculus, AP Psychology, Spanish and Music. Last year, I got 4.0 in English, Biology and Psychology. I got 3.7 in Physics and Gym. Considering that I wasn't there most of the time, I did great in Gym. I got 5.0 in AP Statistics, AP Chemistry and AP Latin while I got a 4.0 in AP European History which still gives me college credit, so, I don't have to retake it this year. Thank God because I have to take my SATs in February and I want to get a good score. 

"I hate my brain sometimes." I murmur and Sam face hovers over my face as he looks behind his seat at me. "As soon as I lay down to sleep, it goes into over-drive."

"If it makes you feel any better, mine does too." Sam comments. "I may just join you in the back. I need to stretch out for a while." 

"Are you gonna be a mattress again?" I tease with a smirk. 

"Shut up, Ash." Sam retorts and my smirk widens. I love teasing Sammy.

~Later the next day~

"Hey, I found something." I state to Sam who was sitting across from me. Dean was out and he left us to do research. "So, I've ran the make and model plus the number on the engine through the system. Turns out, it never actually belonged to James Dean. The first owner was a cardiologist from Philadelphia who drove it until he died in 1972."