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Chapter 34: Never a Break

A/N: Hey my lovely readers! I just wanted to wish you all a late Merry Christmas and an early Happy New Year! I hope you all had a great time this Christmas and got to spend some time with friends and family. Not to be all sentimental, but seriously cherish those moments. They're the important ones. To those of you in school, have a great break! I love you all so much!

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The rest of the evening was spent with beers and pizza, and with you intermittently dozing off on Dean's shoulder. You had regretted everything about eating the pizza and drinking. Whatever was wrong with your stomach wound didn't agree with anything. Dean moved his shoulder a little bit and you woke to a small puddle of drool under your cheek and on Dean's shoulder.

"Hey sleeping beauty," he smirked.

Your face was ten shades redder than it should have been as you wiped the wet spot from your face. "Dean, I am so sorry. I can't believe I did that."

He shook his head and laughed. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind."

You looked around the room and saw that most of the lights were off and Sam was gone. "Where's Sam?"

"Probably in bed."

"Probably?" you questioned.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly sure. I fell asleep too."

You threw the blanket off of your body and stood with a discomforted groan, every bit of pain in your body magnified. You tried your best to hide the grimace on your face, but Dean still noticed.

"You feeling okay?"

Before you had the chance to respond, Dean's cellphone rang out. It seemed to shatter the silence in the bunker. Dean cursed and pulled it out of his pocket.

"Jody, calm down. What's wrong?" He put the phone on speaker and looked at you with furrowed brows.

"I can't find Alex or Claire," she said, the distress in her voice pulled at your heart strings.

"Did they just sneak out?" Dean asked.

"If it was only Claire, I might think that. But this isn't Alex. She wouldn't just run off."

"Damn it," Dean said softly. "Jody we'll be there by morning."

"Thank you."

"Jody," Dean said calmly.

"Yeah?"

"They're strong girls. If they're in trouble, they'll be okay."

Dean hung up the phone, his conversation about you being okay long forgotten. He ran down the corridors of the bunker to Sam's room and followed as quickly as possible. Dean pounded on Sam's door.

"Rise and shine, Sammy. We're going to help Jody. Get packed and meet at Baby in five."

When Dean turned around, he nearly plowed you over, clearly not noticing that you had followed behind him. You took a step back and apologized.

"Y/N, I know you've had a really rough day, but if you're up to this we could really use a girl's help. I think Jody could use someone with a little more compassion than Sam or me."

You nodded your head, pushing the worries of your wound to the back of your mind. You knew Chuck told you to take it easy, and you promised him you would, but hunters didn't get the luxury of taking it easy. "I'm good."

"You're positive?" he pushed.

You nodded your head and turned away from him. "I'm going to pack. I'll meet you at the car."