Breaking Angels: A Supernatural Fan Fiction

99 Problems

Evidently, looking for trouble starts with trying to decide whose gas we are going to waste on this hunt. We picked my car up from the Camp about a half hour earlier and are now standing in the middle of nowhere, arguing like little kids.

            “It’s your monster,” I point out, in the midst of all our bickering. “Why should we take my car?”

Dean grunts. “The one time you complain about taking your own set of wheels.”

I shrug my shoulders. Whatever, I really don’t care what Dean thinks; it’s my car, and I’ll drive it whenever I damn well please.

Sam pipes up for the first time in a while, “You know Poppy, I hate to admit it, but I’m on Dean’s side here.”

Shit. I’ve just lost my only ally. “What the hell Sam? Why?”

            “We’ve got Crowley on our asses,” Sam reminds me. “He knows that Impala almost as well as we do. Your car might be a little less conspicuous.”

He’s got a point. Do I really want the King of Hell watching my every move? This might be a fight well worth losing. Still, I’m not happy about it.

            “Better be worth it!” I mutter angrily as I toss Dean my keys. “You’re buying dinner though.”

Dean and Sam head over to the car, rushing about as fast as they can without full on running. I on the other hand, take my sweet time about it. I stroll across the street as they wait impatiently in the car, eager to get on the road. Hell, I’m pretty certain I even catch Dean tapping the glass of his watch pointedly…yeah, like that’s going to make me hurry up. I slow my speed to a crawl, just to infuriate him even more. By the time I’ve made my way over and adjusted myself in the particularly cramped backseat, he’s glaring at me with daggers in his eyes.

            “What?” I say, fluttering my eyelashes innocently.

            “Do you always have to be such a pain in my ass?”

I roll my eyes for about the billionth time. “Get over yourself, Dean. Anyways, where are we headed?”

Dean doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he cruises out onto the highway, “I called Bobby, apparently there’s something funky going on in Tennessee…and it’s totally Demon unrelated.”

            “What is it then? Vampires? A Rugaru?” I stop to think for a minute. “Please tell me it’s not another one of those pesky little wraiths.”

Those damn things are the bane of my existence, I’m crazy enough as is, I don’t need a monster messing with my head and making me think I’m even more of a loony. Not to mention the stakes that hide in their wrists…talk about a nasty appendage. 

            “Don’t worry about it.” Sam says hesitantly, as if he’s afraid to say any more.

I quirk an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Dean and Sam exchange a look and Dean turns the dial on the dashboard, cutting off the music and descending the Impala into an eerie silence.

            “Don’t freak out, okay?” He says gruffly and I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

            “Why would I freak out?”

Dean sighs, “Me and Sammy think that you should sit this one out.”  

Fire flashes in my eyes and I spit, “Who the hell gave you the right to make that decision?”  

Dean’s eyes in the mirror are sympathetic but unwavering. “You’re nursing a bruised wrist and probably some internal stuff that we can’t just douse in Whisky. You’re in no shape to hunt.”