The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 29: Paint

Eden's p.o.v

   It's all still kind of fuzzy after I got out of my almost turning blackout. If I had honestly turned, I wouldn't have remembered anything, but I knew that I only teetered on the edge for a moment or two. Nonetheless, I was exhausted.

   I had been resting for the past three days though, so I wasn't cripplingly tired. After we got home, the next day we burned Ishim's body. I knew there was no love lost for the boys, but I was thankful that they supported me to do this.

   As much pain as he had caused, he truly was my family. I refused to dwell on the past too much though, so I focused on the now. I smiled as I didn't let it escape my notice the way Sam doted on me, constantly checking on me.

   Presently, I was making my way into the main room. I was thankful to Sam, who had leant me a giant grey sweater, which I wore leggings underneath. I wrapped a cover around me, enjoying the heat that I had.

"Look who's up," Dean said, looking up.

"I would've been up before, but Sam said I needed to rest, if you remember," I reminded him.

"You ran over a hundred miles," Sam argued offhandedly, as he had heard my protests before, concentrating on a book.

"In under twenty minutes, I might add," Castiel entered out of nowhere.

"You've done better," I replied.

"I had wings," He finalized.

"Anyways," I ignored him, "I heard a possible case from the other room."

"Yeah," Sam answered, "These two teachers, both from different places, had their organs explode."

"Wait," I stopped him, "Like, explode, explode, not just burst?"

"Yeah," Sam repeated, causing me to shudder.

"I actually found a connection," Dean started, getting our attention, "They both went to this museum before they died."

"Haunting?" Sam guessed.

"Possibly," Dean responded.

"I'm coming," I added, causing Sam to look at me.

"You need to rest," Sam warned.

"Sammy," I whined, trying to get him to buckle, "I'm going insane."

"No," He finalized, "At least you'll have Cass."

"Actually," Cass interrupted, "I'm leaving now to go find Kelly."

   Cass hugged each of us, Dean longer than Sam and me. After he left, I thought Sam would finally lighten up. I looked at Sam victoriously, only to sigh when he stayed resolute.

"You're not coming," He said, "It's just going to be a simple haunting anyways."

"If you make me stay here," I threatened, making them look up, "I swear to my father that I'll paint the house."

"Sam, she's coming with us," Dean said quickly.

"No," Sam repeated to Dean, then looking to me and pointing a finger at me with a stern look, "No."

"I've already hidden the paint supplies for an occasion such as this," I whispered evilly.

"When did she get paint supplies?" I heard Dean quietly ask himself.

"You could paint the whole house bright pink for all I care," Sam countered, "You matter more than the house's dignity. You need to rest more, I can tell, so that's what you're going to do."