Heartbeat [spn]

Part 7

The air in the room was thick with unsaid words. Dean grumbled to himself about the idea of Sam hooking up with you. Sam was angry that his brother couldn't just be happy for him, and that he had interrupted you both before anything could happen. And you were upset that everyone was so mad about this.

Dean and Sam both gave you the quickest tutorial ever on how to make witch killing bullets, and opted to have you grind up the powder so they could stuff it into the bullets. You all sat in silence, doing your jobs and working together.

It seemed like hours went by quickly, and before you knew it your stomach was grumbling in need of food. "I'll make a food run." Dean opted, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes.

"No, I'll go." Sam jumped up. He made his way quickly to the door, stopping only to grab the keys hanging on a hook and slammed the door behind him.

You sighed, "Do I need to keep doing this?" You pushed your work towards Dean.

He shook his head. "No. I think its pain killer time for you anyway. How are you feeling?" He stood, approaching the dresser and tossing you the pills. You poured a few into your hand and twirled the little pills around.

"Like everyone could use a drink." You popped the pills in your mouth quickly and swallowed. "And like if you or Sam ask me one more time I am going to show you just how I feel."

Dean laughed, "Yeah I know how that goes."

Dean and you sat in silence for a moment. But this silence was different. No longer did the air feel thick, no longer were words running through everyone's mind just needing to explode out. No, this silence was calm and welcomed.

You coughed, "Claire, you met her right?"

"Yeah. And she wasn't very good at keeping secrets." Dean smiled as he remembered the night. Claire had been more than affectionate towards him, and even tried to make a pass. But Dean knew better. She was a witch and he was technically working. "So we're going to have to find her quick."

"And these bullets will kill her?" You picked one of the finished bullets up, looking at in intently as though you had extensive knowledge about bullets.

"They should. They're stuffed with some sort of potion that is supposed to kill witches, only we've never actually gotten the chance to use them." Dean came back to the table, two drinks in hand. He hesitated to hand you one, but decided it didn't matter. He mixed pain pills and booze before; but he wasn't a normal person. Alcohol was practically his blood.

"So this could be a complete waste of time?" You place the bullet down gently, and replaced it with the drink Dean handed you. You downed it in a single drink, and set the glass down with a slam.

Dean eyed you suspiciously. "Yes."

"Awesome."

Sam returned with food by the handfuls and took over the table previously used for bullet making with food. Both Dean's and yours stomach rumbled with excited anticipation as you both started to dig into the bags of food in front of you without hesitation.

Sam chuckled as he watched the two of you mirror movements an stuff food into your mouth. "You two are like long lost twins." He said before sitting down and joining you both. The thick tension filled air was replaced with the sounds of chewing.

In the middle of your meal your phone buzzed, and you ran into the other room to answer it. Word was bound to be spreading about your parents by now. Dean and Sam could only keep it quiet for so long before the press and media found out. And sooner or later you had expected to get the inevitable phone call that they were dead. After all, everyone still believed you were moved out.