Lucky One [ON HOLD]

Chapter One: Care To Share?

A cold breeze blew across the graveyard, rustling the dead weeds. Dark wispy clouds covered the gleaming moon, making the night even darker. Nicole shivered, trying to steady her numb hand that was holding the flashlight; the beam of light shown down on Sam and Dean digging out the grave. Using her spare hand, she pulled her leather jacket closer to her body; her long wavy brown hair providing little warmth for her neck. 

Jesus, it's freezing, she thought. 

"You guys almost done?" She asked, her teeth chattering. Sam stopped digging and looked up at her, panting.

"Would you like a turn?" He questioned, flicking his hair out of his face. She laughed and shook her head.

"No thanks. Carry on," she said quickly. Dean chuckled and looked up at her, grinning. Sam scowled at him, then flung some dirt back at Nicole, causing her to gasp.

"You wanna go there, Winchester?" She threatened,  narrowing her eyes, while brushing the dirt off of her. 

"I'll make sure to sleep with one eye open," he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and moved the light from the flashlight to shine only on Dean.

"Thanks babe," he said with a wink.

"C'mon!" Sam shouted. She giggled and shone the light back on the both of them.

"Keep it down; do you wanna explain to someone why we're digging up a grave in the dead of the night?" She asked. She heard Sam mutter a soft 'no'.

"Got it," Dean said, clanking his shovel against the casket. He brought it down hard, cracking the wood, revealing a rotting corpse, its skin sunken in and cracked. Nicole grimaced. She turned around and bent down, pulling out a canister of salt from their duffel bag, shaking it all over the bones. Sam hopped out of the grave and grabbed the bottle of kerosene. He glanced over at her and glared, to which she responded with a grin. Dean climbed out and took out his lighter from inside his jacket, striking a flame, which illuminated his strong jawline. 

"Adios," he said, as the bones ignited into flames. They stood there for a moment and watched the bones burn. In a weird sense, it was kinda nice watching it, knowing that the spirit was finally at rest. 

"Well, hopefully we're done in this town," Nicole said, putting the salt back into the bag. "I'm getting sick of eating at Susan's Diner."

"Hey," Dean said, "Their burgers were delicious." Sam scoffed.

 "Dean, you think anything covered in cheese and bacon is delicious. Hell, I bet I could take a piece of wood and cover it with cheese and bacon and you would think it's good." Dean shrugged.

"Whatever man. At least I don't eat weeds." Sam sighed.

"You mean a salad?" He asked. Dean nodded.

"Just cause you pour some oil and put dried bread on leaves doesn't make you healthy." 

"Have you ever even had a salad, Dean?" Nicole questioned. 

"Um, no. Why would I want to eat grass when I can have a burger?" She merely laughed as a response and picked up her duffel bag, putting the salt back in. Sam walked over and put the kerosene away, hitting her shoulder. 

"Excuse you," she said, locking her eyes with his. He tried to look mad at her, but ended up breaking into a smile and looked away, grinning.

"You guys ready?" Dean asked, eyeing them. Nicole nodded, desperate to get somewhere warm. Once they had gotten into the Impala, Nicole and Sam in the back and Dean driving, Nicole grabbed the spare blanket she kept in the back seat. Sam looked over at her pleadingly as she wrapped herself in it. She looked over at him.

"Yes? Can I help you?" She asked.

"Care to share?" He stuck out his bottom lip. "Please?" Nicole sighed.

"Fine." She unbuckled and scooted over next to Sam, draping the blanket over his body. He put his arm around her waist.

"Is this okay?" He whispered under his breath. She nodded, resting her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes. Dean glanced back at them, glaring and turned on the radio, which was blaring Metallica at full volume. Nicole and Sam jumped.

"What the hell Dean!" Sam shouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting something," he replied scornfully.

"Mind turning that down some?" Nicole asked quietly. Dean’s face softened.

"Fine," he muttered, turning the music down so you could barely hear it. Nicole nuzzled her head back into Sam and closed her eyes. He held her tight and looked down at her. She looked so peaceful and content, nothing like the girl he met 2 months ago. He liked this kind of Nicole. There was something new here. Something beautiful: Love.