No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"What?"

As I sat there, the walls moving closer, moments away from crushing me, I just let the fact that I was going to die sink in.

"I'm going to die," I whispered again.

I sat there, a bunch of diffrent thoughts flew through my head.

The walls were so close.

The garbage was piling up around me.

As it was, all thoughts and my feeling of sadness and nerves went away, and were replaced with red hot anger.

I was not going to die.

I was not going to leave Jason alone.

My eyes cleared and I knew I had to get out of this, alive.

I stood up and was just about to walk up the piling garbage, when the truck suddenly turned off.

I froze in confusion.

"What the hell!" Someone yelled.

Then, over the top of the wall appeard a grinning face.

"Hey, there, you look like you need some help," Dean said still grinning.

I smiled and started laughing.

He put his hand down to help me up.

I took it greatly, and he pulled me up easily.

When my feet hit the garbage truck platform, I hugged Dean tightly.

"Shhh, its ok, I'm here," Dean whispered in my ear.

He soothingly stroked my hair to calm me.

After a few seconds I managed to calm down, and I took a deep breath.

I pulled back.

Dean helped me get off the truck and I saw found the garbage man standing close by, watching wide eyed.

"Why were you in there?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"I don't know, for shits and giggles," I snapped.

Dean snorted with laughter.

I know I shouldn't be mad at him. It's not like he knew I had been in the back of his truck, about to be crushed to death.

The garbage man didn't say anything to that, but instead said, "I'm so sorry."

I shrugged and turned on my heels.

Dean followed close behind and we got back to the motel.

Sam looked up from his laptop.

"Where did you dissapear to?" He asked.

He stood up and walked towards to me.

When he was close enough, he stopped, then took a couple steps back.

"What is that smell?" He asked.

I grinned.

"I was playing in a dumpster," I said smiling.

"Why were you playing in a dumpster?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"It sounded fun," I said sarcastically.

I started walking towards the bathroom.

"If you need me, I'll be in the shower, so try not to need me," I said walking into the bathroom.

As I was closing the door, I said, "Even though thats a hard thing to do."

I heard Sam and Dean laugh.

I turned the shower on hot, and stripped out of my smelly clothes.

When the water warmed, I hopped in and scrubbed myself clean for a good five minutes.

One of the guys happened to leave their axe body wash, so I currently smell like one of them.

I think if was Sam's. It reminded me of Sam.

It smelled clean.

It comforted me.

 I grew up with the guys, grew up with their smell, it was now comforting to smell.

It made me feel safe, and like nothing bad would happen to me.

I knew that if I was with one or both of them, that I would be safe and nothing bad would happen to me.

I stayed in the shower for another ten minutes.

I got out and towel dried my hair, then wrapped the towel around my body.

I didn't have any extra clothes, so I left the bathroom and riffled through the first bag that I found.

As I went through it, I realized it was Deans bag.

I grabbed one of his T-shirts and a pair of blue checkered boxers.

I went back to the bathroom and realized neither of the guys noticed that I was standing there.

Sam was behind his laptop and Dean had his nose in a magazine.

I shrugged and shut the door behind me.

I changed into the shirt and the boxers.

I left the bathroom and ran my fingers through my damp hair.

The guys suddenly realized that I was out of the shower and looked up at me.

I guess they were surprised at what I was wearing because they were looking at me with wide eyes.

I froze with my fingers halfway through my hair.

"What?" I asked.