The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Sixteen

The One That Is Way Longer Than It Needs To Be 

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"It's all we got," Bobby attempted, but Dean was furious, shaking his head.

"No, no. We'll figure something out," Dean shouted, waving his hands about as if that increased the validity of his statement.

I watched quietly, twirling the horsemen's rings in my hand. Dean turned to look at me frantically his eyes begging me to back him up, but I bit my lip dropping my gaze to the floor.

He folded his arms over his chest, "Sam's not gonna agree."

I sighed, placing the rings back down on Bobby's desk. The house was far tenser than usual, it was beginning to get to me. I stood carefully, trying my best to hide my wince as the room began to spin, I walked over to the fridge, shakily.

"Car, sit down. You're gonna fall," Dean murmured, moving behind me.

I swatted at his hand, "I'm not an infant. I can walk to the fridge," I began but as I took another step forward my knees buckled, Dean wrapped his hands around my torso, pulling me to him.

"You were saying?" He muttering, helping me back to the seat.

I groaned loudly, massaging my temples, "I'm gonna kill Michael."

Dean chuckled gruffly, "You and me both, squirt."

I sighed, looking up at him, "I'm not that short, it's just that you guys are so tall you make me look short," I attempted, but Dean shook his head laughing at me.

"No, you're just a dwarf," he replied, grinning.

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I was sitting in the living area, resting my head on my knees which were drawn up to my chest, when Sam meandered into the room. His face set in a frown until his eyes landed on me.

"Car," he began, seemingly caught off guard by my presence, "I didn't think you'd be in here."

"Well, it's not like I can walk out of here," I joked lightly, resting my cheek on my knee.

He nodded, collapsing in the chair across from me, "How is it?" He asked, nodding at the hand I had pressed to my temple.

"Annoying," I replied, softly, my voice heavy with fatigue.

He smiled sadly, "I'm gonna say yes."

I sighed, "Sam, —" but he cut me off.

"It's the only option we've got."

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"Car, hey. Wake up." I awoke to Dean, shaking me in the front seat of the Impala.

I groaned, stretching. It was raining outside and we seemed to be pulling into the car park of a motel. I twisted my legs around so I was sitting properly, instead of stretched out with my legs in Dean's lap. He stopped the car and turned off the ignition, turning to look at me and bracing himself for the rain.

I followed suit, opening the door quickly and running around to the trunk. We grabbed our bags and ran inside, the rain drenching us, completely. The lobby was decorated lavishly, couches that looked like they cost more than my car decorated the floor. My eyes skimmed the room, I laughed turning to look at the brothers whose expressions matched my own.

"Nice digs for once," Dean stated, admiring the carpets that we'd tracked mud on.

The man behind the front desk was typing furiously, his eyes glued to a computer screen, "Busy night?" I asked, nodding toward his fingers that were flying across the keyboard.