Sell Your Soul (a Supernatural Fanfiction)

The Diner Down The Road

Jordan POV

I looked up at Dean, Who had holes and blood on his shirt. I felt a little bit of blood trickle down my forehead. I felt for where it was coming from, and there was a gash up by my hairline. I looked down at the mess that we had made. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked, not wanting to clean it up. They looked at eachother and nodded their heads.

They followed me out and got in their car. I boarded mine and didn't wait for them to pull out for me to follow. I sped onto the road, remembering the way that I came from the motel. I sped up to 90. The roads were empty, expected for three a.m. I pulled up on the motel and skidded into the parking lot. I could smell the faint rubber smell from the tires.

All the food was in their room, so I went in from the door that was in my room. I made my way to the kitionette. The cupboards were mostly empty other than a box of ritz, a few bottles of soda, chips, and a honey sticky bun. I tore open the package and started for my own room. I tripped over something cold and plastic. I looked down and the seaasons of doctor who were strung out on the floor. I chuckled and finished the small distance to my room. I heard them pull in to the parking lot. The headlights were burning through the curtains.

I finished my snack and threw the wrapper away. I plopped down on the corner of my bed and fell back lazily. I didn't bother changing or cleaning my forehead. The call of sleep was too strong. My eyelids felt like they weighed 100 pounds.

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I woke up the next morning to silence. It kinda freaked me out. I slowly opened the door to Sam and Deans room to see that thy were still sleeping. I didn't want to be the only one awake, so I decided to wake Dean up. I was scared to wake Sam up because if someone that big could do some damage even half asleep. I walked over to Dean's bed and rubbed his shoulder. I got close to his face and whispered his name. He opened his eyes and smiled. At first I was confused why he was smiling. Then I realized the lack of space between us. I shot back with an embarassed look on my face. He chuckled in my response.

"Why'd you wake me up?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't want to be the only one up," I said. He chuckled again and threw his legs out of his bed. "So, do you want to go out do breakfast? I heard the diner up the street is supossed to be really good," I said. "Jordan, are you asking me on a date?" He asked. "No. I'm asking for breakfast," I said, hiding the lie well. "Ok. Meet me back here in 15 minutes then we'll walk there," he said.

I walked back to my room and started to get changed. I decided on cargo capris and a loose, long sleeve shirt that exposed my whole shoulder. I walked in the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I soaked it and began dabbing the dried blood on the side of my face. Once my face was clean, I ran a brush through my wavy hair. I tied it in a loose ponytail and left the bathroom. There was a worn out pair of grey flip flops that went with the day perfectly. It was cloudy outside, but it wasn't cold. It was perfect. Dean was waiting for me on his bed, in the same leather coat that he always wore, no matter how hot it was.

"I'm ready when you are," I said. He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. He almost looked nervous. I shook off the thought. I walked out the door that he had opened for me. We walked down the side of the road, the old diner in sight.

Dean looked at me. I didn't realize how beautiful his eyes were, so sorrowful, like they held so many secrets and lies. They looked like they've seen too much bad. I knew that they had seen good, too. He was staring at me too, and I realized that we had stopped walking. He had his hands around my face, and we were cinemeters apart. He got a little closer, and my heart dropped in my stumach. I was scared to get involved with a hunter, with the fate that they cold die at any time and there is nothing that I could do about it. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt the last bit of space close up and the soft feel of his lips touch mine. I kissed him back, then pulled away.

"We um, we should kep going," I said, biting my lip nervously. He agreed and we started walking. I felt his hand touch mine, but just a little bit. I feel it again, and one more time. He finally just grabbed my hand and laced his fingers in mine. "I didn't take you as a hand holder, " I said, smirking. He looked at me and smiled. "There's more to me than what meets the eye," He said, pointing at his eye. He had to look down at me, me being at least 5 inches smaller than him. I had to admit that I was small, but I had a compact hunters body.

We reached the doors of the diner and he opened the door for me. I walked in and he followed me. We sat ourselves and an older woman came to be our waitress. "What do you two want to drink this mornin'?" she asked in a perky voice. "I'll have a cup of orange juice," I said, looking at Dean, waiting for him to order. "Can I get a coffee, black, please?" he said to the waitress. She nodded and left towards the kitchen.

"So, how are you feeling? Last night was kind of rough," I asked.

"Eh, I'm ok. My chest still hurts like a bitch, but other than that, I'm Ok." He said, rubbing his chest underneath his jacket. I chuckled at his word choice. The woman came back with our drinks and  took our orders. "I'll have bacon, a supreme omlet, and some toast," Dean said.

"I'll have a strawberry bananna short stack with saucage on the side," I said. Dean chuckled. "I love a girl who can eat," he said and I lost it laughing. "Oh, belive me. I can eat."

A few minutes later the woman brought us our food. We both rubbed our hands together. I laughed and Dean did a few seconds later. A hiccup escaped my throat and there was a second or two of silence. We both broke out laughing and I kept hiccuping. I held my breath to get rid of them. Once they were gone, I dug into my pancakes. They were amazing. Dean offered me a bite of his omlet and I returned the gesture.The omlet was really good too. "Wow, they need to franchise," I said.Dean gave a nod in agreement.

"I think you and Cody would get along amazing," I told him.

"I'd love to meet him, you know, when I can. I bet he's a damn good hunter if he's related to you," he said. I blushed at the compliment. "He is. He is usually a really good hunter," I said. I kept eating my food and talking to Dean. I felt a pain on the side of my neck, like someone was poking me with a needle. I felt it again. I shook the weird feeling and continued. When we were both done, we left the diner.

A man with dirty, ripped clothes ran up to us. He had a paper bag. "Help me?" he asked. "I'm sorry, man. I don't have any cash on me," Dean said in a calm voice. He pulled a gun out of the back of his pants. He pointed it at Dean, and in reflex, I stepped in front of him. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with my upper body straddled in his arms. I blink, thinking that it was all over. Then I woke up, strung up by chains. "It' ok. You're going to be just fine," a soothing voice said.