The Prophet

Chapter 3:

" I need you to watch Dean." Sam quickly blurted out. His brother's snores echoed from the other room. I kept an eye on him as Sam and i stood speaking in the kitchen. I turned back to look at Sam once more, confused. Why would Dean need watching? He looked perfectlly capable of taking care of himself.

" What? Why?" I whispered. Sam rolled his eyes, opening the screen to his laptop and typing in his password. The room was dark, since we were discussing this roughly around midnight. It felt very sketchy, I didn't like going behind Dean's back like this, even though we didn't know each other that well. I pushed that feeling back, squinting as the light blinded me a little.

" The symbol. It is the mark of Cain." Sam muttered, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

" What des it have to do with me?" I asked, looking at the photo he showed me. It was a small curved symbol that ive never seen before.

" Dean has it. Or, i should say it was given to him."

" Do you want me to steal it?" I asked, raisiing my eyebrows. I wasnt a very good theif, but practice wouldnt hurt. To my surprise, Sam chuckled at me. He nodded no, a grin on his face.

" Its basically a tattoo. Its in his skin, i dont want you to steal it." I nodded. If he didnt want me to steal it, what did he want me to do? I clutched onto the overlapping sleeves of the sweater Dean had given me, snatched from a nearby clothesline. It was a thick material, which i was greatful for considering the chilling motel room.

" I want you to watch Dean's behaviour. He's been acting sketchy lately but the last person he's going to talk to is me."

" But youre his brother." Sam shrugged, a dissapointed look on his face.

" That doesnt change anything for him, so why should it for me?" I nodded, agreeing with him. He didnt seem to give any interest in his brothers feelings, or my well being either. I understood once he wanted me to leave i was out.

" You just cant expect me to spy on your brother like that, He's not someone i wanna mess with." I turned around, slowly walking away and denying his offer. My feet tiptoed across the cold tiled floor before i collapsed on the couch, pulling a scrathcy pillow close and closing my weary eyes. Before i could fall asleep, i felt a small tap on my shoulder. Opening my eyes once more, I spotted Sam just above me. He had an angry look on his face, the lightness in his eyes turning into shadow.

" Then get out." he mumbled, walking away quietlly. I gulped, turning over and staring at the wall in front of me. I needed a place to live until i could pay for a hotel, or find my sister. If i could get someone to take me to my old truck, i could maybe salvage anything that hadnt been stolen from the scene. I needed to track down Sabrina, and never come back to see these people again. shutting my eyes, i curled my knees to my face, falling slolwy asleep.

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I slowly sat up, pushing the blanket off me as the sun hit my eyes. I put my right hand up, shielding me from the light as I rolled onto the floor. My back ached and my neck was sore from laying on the old couch. I quickly scanned the room before standing up slowly and walking to the empty kitchen, opening the fridge door wide.

" Figures." I said to myself, slamming the door shut again in disappointment.

" Morning, sleepy head." Dean yelled as he entered the living room. He pushed my blankets and pillow off to the floor, putting his feet on the coffee table before reaching for Sam's laptop.

" Is there anything else to eat?"

I asked, putting my hands on my hips. He laughed, nodding no.