And I Rise [1] (Supernatural)

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I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I leaned back into the metal chair digging into my back.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" Dean asked absentmindedly.

I rested my chin on my crossed arms on the table. "I don't really sleep. Sleep's dangerous."

I noticed the pointed look he sent me. "That's an interesting notion."

It had been three days since I decided to jump into that rust bucket of theirs and I had to admit that I was bored. I was so utterly bored. Those first few nights with them were, admittedly, fun. Actually, perhaps 'fun' wasn't the right word. More like absolutely terrifying. 'Interesting' was probably the best word to describe it.

But now? Now all there was to the road trip was driving. Driving and driving and crappy rock music and constant bickering, looking for their lost father who was most definitely an asshat. I could tell that much from Sam's tone.

I glanced at Sam hanging up the payphone and storming over. I looked up and leaned back into my chair. I sipped my coffee, and blinked the sleep from my eye.

"Your half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis," Dean remarked.

"Bite me," Sam countered.

I hummed and raised my coffee cup to the younger Winchester, Dean shooting me a give it a rest look.

"So, anything?" the older brother asked.

Sam shoved the I.D. card into his jacket pocket. "I had them check the FBI's missing persons databank. No "John Does" fitting that description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

Dean shrugged, looking up from the laptop. "Sam, I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found."

"I could've told you that," I commented before taking another sip, followed by another look from Dean, which I shrugged at.

Sam threw his hands up in frustration. He confused me. One minute, he bashed his father and spoke so little of him. The next minute, he got so frustrated about trying to find the guy. What was the deal there?

"Check this out," Dean said, directing the laptop at his brother. "News item out of Plains Courier, Ankeny, Iowa. It's about a hundred miles from here."

Sam sucked in his cheeks before angling the laptop to him. "'Mutilated body was found near the victim's car parked on nine mile road'," he relayed.

"Keep reading."

I stood and walked around to get a better look at the screen, leaning an arm on Sam's shoulder as he continued. "'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker...'"