Leaning against the car outside the abandoned house, I let out a loud yawn. Bobby's eyes turn towards me, worry and concern in them, "You shouldn't be moving around like this. It isn't good for you or the baby."
I roll my eyes, "I'm fine Bobby. Besides, it's not like I can pitch up camp anywhere. They have my face just as much as the three of you."
"I can just see its beginning to take its toll on you physically. I mean hell, it can't be easy now that you're nearing you're third trimester." He states and I smile at him as lean forward, placing a kiss on his cheek.
I pull back after a moment and he looks at me bashfully, "What was that for?"
"For caring for me so much. You've been so supportive and I honestly don't know what I would do without you." I explain, "Thank you, really."
"You're welcome." He says, a small blush rising to his cheeks.
Suddenly lights turn on in the house and we both look over, Bobby murmuring, "Home sweet home."
I snicker at his words and bend down, grabbing my bag and beginning to walk to the house. Bobby steps over and grabs it off of me, "No, you don't. You can go ahead and open the door."
"Fine." I say, going on ahead of him.
The both of us make our way inside towards the lounge room where Sam and Dean have started a fire. The inside is dirty, there being dust and leaves everywhere. The place is in some dire need of renovation, but it will do us for the time being.
"Well, ain't this cosy." Dean mutters, looking around at the worn down home.
"Yeah, well. Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light in anymore." Sam says, taking a seat down at the table,
Bobby begins to unload his pile of books onto the table, "Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's bible on this. Everybody's out to get you, paranoia is just plain common sense."
I pull out one of the chairs by the table and slowly lower myself into the chair, which eases the aching in my feet and back slightly. Dean shakes his head frustratedly, "Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold hot pockets. Cold freaking everything, this is the bottom that were living in. You get that?"
"How many big mouths are out there? Running card traces, like Chet or hunting is down God knows what ways? No. Now is not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it." Bobby explains.
Sparks begin to fly out from the across the room and bring my arm up to cover my face. Suddenly it stops, taking all the electricity with it. The fire is the only source of light and warmth in the room.
"That's just great." Dean mutters angrily and I lean forward, switching on the camping lamp.
"This is stupid." Dean growls, walking across to where his bag and the cooler lay beside the lounge, "I mean, our quality of life is crap. We got purgatory's least wanted everywhere and we're on our third The World's Screwed issue in what, three years? And we've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already."
"Someone's gotta do it." Sam states as he takes a seat in the lounge and Dean gives him a look, "What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?"
"You think the world wants to end?" I ask, wondering where this attitude is coming from.
He drags the cooler towards him and opens it up, pulling a beer out from the ice, "I think if we didn't take its belt and all its pen each year, the whole enchilada would have offed itself already."
"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head." Bobby murmurs, taking a seat at the table before turning to the other brother, "So, what's the guff?
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Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'
Fanfiction"I'll always love you Dean, from now to the end of time." Addison and Dean have finally granted their opportunity to start the life they've always dreamed of having. They've had settled into their new lives, finally finding some semblance of happin...
