Fearful~ Dean Winchester

Chapter 8

Song: livin on prayer by Bon Jovi

I woke up in bed not much later.
“What happened?” I ask Dean and Sam.
“You were in some kind of shock. You were yelling and repeating that it wasn’t your fault.” Dean answered. I blinked at them.
“Sorry I scared you, guys.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asks me. I shake my head.
“I’m not ready, yet.” I answer honestly.
“That’s fine, just know that we’re here for you.” Sam says.
“Thank you, boys. That means a lot to me.” Dean eyed me still worried. “I’m fine, Dean.”
He sighed. “We both know that that is the most common lie ever told.” he replied. I smiled softly at him
“Really, Dean. I’m fine.”
“Well, let’s go hunt than, shall we?” Sam proposed.
“Heck, yeah.” I say getting out of bed.

“Hello.” a little girl says when opening the door.
“Hi, there. Is your mother home?” I ask her. She nodded and told us to follow her inside. We were greeted by a side of a crying mother in the arms from an older lady.
“Mommy, Granny, these people asked for you.” the little girl says to the two woman’s.
“Thank you, honey. Go play in your room.” the grandma says to the girl. She nodded and ran upstairs. The mother stopped crying and looked at us.
“Who are you?”
“We’re FBI agents, Ma’am. We heard your husband, Noah Rivers, was killed.” Dean smoothly lied.
“Since when is that a task from the FBI?” the older lady asks looking at me, I suddenly felt really dizzy.
“Since your husband was a mariner.” Sam quickly replied.
“How can I help you?” the mother asks us.
“Is it true that you found your husband?” Dean asks her. She nodded.
“Can you show us where?” Sam asks her.
“Yeah, follow me. Mom, would you like to check on Britney?” the woman asks the older one. I put my hand out to her.
“My name is agent Wilson.” She took it and replied.
“Melissa Rivers. You already met my daughter Brooke and that older lady is my mother Helen.”
"Now come come i'm not that old." Helen replied before walking upstaris.

Melissa took us to his study room. “Here is where I found him, he was burned.” She says with a strained voice.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Sam tells her. She nodded thankful at him.
“While my partners are looking here, can I ask you some more questions?” Dean asks Melissa. She nodded and together they walked downstairs, leaving me and Sam behind. We walked around looking for supernatural signs.

“You found anything?” I ask Sam. He raised his hand, when I looked into it I recognize it immediately. It was a hex bag.
“Witches.” I say. He nodded his head.
“How is it going, agents?” the old lady says walking into the room.
“We haven’t found anything yet.” Sam lied to her.
“Oh, come on, agent.” she walks towards him “Can’t you tell the mother in law of the victim what you found?” she says running her hand over his arm.
“We are done here.” Dean says coming in the room “Ready, guys?”
“Yes.” I say taking Sam’s arm and pulling him with me to Dean.

We were currently in the motel room after we ate dinner and discussed what we found .
“So, what did you guys found, again?” Dean asks me.
“A hex bag. Sam is currently destroying it now.” I say. “You found anything?”
“Well, he didn’t have any enemies, but Melissa did tell me that her mother wasn’t a big fan of her husband.”
“Do you think she killed her son in law?” I asks him.
“I don’t know.” Dean said. Sam came walking in.
“I destroyed it.” he said letting himself fall in bed. “I’m exhausted.”
I nodded.
“I like your thoughts, Sammy.” Dean says but Sam didn’t hear him, he was already asleep.
 
I changed into Dean’s shirt and walked towards the couch.
“What do you think you’re doing? We had this discussion, already. Come sleep here with me.” he says sleepy. I smiled and walked towards his bed. He stripped out his clothes and was only standing in his boxers. I watched him he looked so hot I think while biting my lip.
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” Dean says cocky. I looked at his face
“I don’t need a picture when I have the real one.” I say winking at him. He grinned and laid down next to me.
“Good night.” he whispers. I felt his hot breath tickle in my neck. A soft moan escaped my mouth, I quickly shut up and replied “Good night”
I felt his stomach shake, he was laughing. ‘I was going to get him back’ I promised myself before I fell asleep.