The one that got away

The time Dean made me smile

Andy's P.O.V.

I wake up in the middle of the night in a panic. I look at my surroundings to then realise that everything that had happened wasn't a dream. Tears wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks. I quietly got out of bed not to wake up Sam and go down the stairs.

Everything was dark and calm. All you could hear was the clock ticking from the living room. I make my way to the kitchen to poor myself a glass of water and sat down at the dinning room table. The events of yesterday still haunting me, I placed my face in my hands. I can still see Josh's eyes that no longer held the joy of life that it once contained. I remember seeing Dad's throat all torn apart by a vampire's fangs.

Footsteps catch my attention and suddenly I see Dean entering the kitchen.

"Can't sleep?" he asked pouring himself a glass of water as well.

"I can't stop thinking about it all." 

He leaned against the counter and looked at me. "Well you know you can talk about it. Right here, right now. Maybe talking about it will make it easier to get things out of your system?" 

At first I didn't think Dean was one to be like this. I never thought he would even talk to me, even less try to be the shoulder I cry on. For the past hours I didn't feel like talking, let alone talk about the tragedy. But for some reason, with the look he is giving me, I feel like I can trust him. I feel like he can actually be right, that talking to him would make things better. But if I start talking about it right now, I'm afraid I would break down crying. That's not something I want to do in front of anyone right now. I'm supposed to be tough. I'm supposed to be strong.

Realising I wasn't going to follow his advice, he decided to ask me questions about myself.

"So you're a hunter?"

"Ever since I could walk my Dad started to teach me how to defend myself against monsters. I grew up in that lifestyle."

"I understand completely. I started hunting after my mom died. My Dad taught me how to hunt too. Since then we've been on the road saving people, hunting things, it's kind of the family business now." He took another sip of his water and sat down next to me.

Memories started flooding back and I frowned again. There was a moment of silence until Dean spoke up again.

"What about your Mom?"

"I don't remember her. I kind of grew up without her. Dad wouldn't talk about her much. I never understood why." I sniffed and took another sip of water.

"I've got an idea that's going to cheer you up. Let's play a prank on Sammy!" he got up with a devilish grin and started digging through the drawers when he found a black marker. 

He turned around and showed it to me and my eyes widened. "Oh no, I don't think it's a good idea..."

"Oh come on! It's going to be hilarious!" he hushed and grabbed my arm.

I got up and followed him up the stairs.

Dean's P.O.V.

It's not like it's going to hurt anyone. We climbed up the stairs and for the first time I saw her smile. At that moment, I told myself that Sammy's grumpiness will all be worth it. I slowly opened the door to hear him snoring like a bear in hibernation. He wouldn't wake up easily. I offered her the marker but she shook her head.

"I'd rather watch than be the one doing the crime." she whispered.

"Well being a witness is a crime as well you know." I told her and winked.

She still refused so I decided to be the one to do it. With a "pop" I took the cap off the marker and started drawing doodles on Sam's face. I could hear her snicker from behind me which made my smile grow bigger.

"You sure you don't want to try? This is kind of fun." 

"I'm okay thanks." she insisted I do all the dirty work.

When I was done we both got out of the room and started giggling. "I hope this is a washable marker." I said which made her laugh even more. I'm actually starting to like making her laugh.

At first I didn't know if I trusted her or not. She had held such fury in her eyes the moment I saw her for the first time that I was afraid she would chop the head off of us. I understood because she had just lost her family. But we still didn't know her at all. We didn't know what she was capable of. But now, seeing her smile like this, I know she holds nothing evil. I know I can trust her.

"Thank you for tonight." she said and with a small smile she walked back inside the room.

"No problem." I whispered back.

I hopped down the stairs and went back to sleep.