The Next Winchester

Some Nights- Fun

The shower was nice. I'm glad I have somewhere to go when I need to release my feelings. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm saying I cry in the shower. I mean, everyone does once in awhile right? I dried myself off and put my hair up into a high ponytail, slipping on my clothes that I had just washed and dried. I stepped out of my bedroom, my bare feet meeting the cold floor, walking into the kitchen, now really getting something to eat since all the pancake batter was somewhere in the sewers. I looked through the cabinets, nothing. I sighed. "Ok... What's in the fridge?" I asked myself. I bent down and I opened the fridge, nothing. I frowned and angrily stared at the 6 pack of beer and what I think was a half eaten apple pie. I stood up and sighed, and suddenly dean appeared, hair slightly wet with a new shirt, well 3 new shirts. I glared at him. "You guys have no food." I told him. He nodded at me.
"That's what diners are for." I shot him a confused look.
"Why do you have this huge ass kitchen if you aren't going to use it?" He sighed as he sat in one of the chairs.
"It came with the place, and plus, I cook." I put my hand on my hip and gave him a look.
"Was it something you could get from a diner?" He went silent as he shrugged slightly.
"Well... yeah but it was still good." I groaned.
"How about we just go out for breakfast?" Sam said walking inside. I wanted to object, but then I had an idea.
"Great idea. Then after breakfast, we can go to the store and get ingredients for dinners."
"You mean rabbit food?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Rabbit food...?"
"It's what he calls a salad." Sam translated. I rolled my eyes and went to my room to get my shoes on, already thinking about some of the dinners I want to make. I like to cook, if you can't tell, but I don't want to be a cook. I'd rather be a doctor, but I don't know if that's gonna happen anymore. I actually had my entire life planned from here, graduate high school, get a degree, go to medical school, train to become a doctor, move to Minnesota, and work at the Mayo Clinic! But, I don't really wanna tell them that. I'm pretty sure they'd just try to help me get out of here but, considering that I'm being chased by demons, I'd rather not be alone anymore. I came back out, completely ready, and went into the kitchen.
"Alright let's go." I told them. I followed both of them to the garage, since I didn't really have a clue on where it was. But I don't think I will for a while since this place is a literal maze, good lord I won't be able to find my way back if I came out here myself. Eventually we (Or maybe just me) found the car. I got in the back and off we drove, as I stared at this really old but really cool motorcycle I wanted to ride. It made me think about my dad, and that he had a motorcycle and how excited I was to go home one day and ride it... and suddenly I wasn't too hungry anymore... I slumped into my seat and stared at the window. We got to the diner, but dean said he would just order take out, so he went in by himself, which I was ok with. Sam stared into a book, while I silently cursed myself for not bringing my phone.
"Hey Dean do you...". Sam slowly cut himself off as he looked and saw that dean wasn't here. "Where'd dean go?" He asked me. I slowly looked up at the back of his head.
"In the diner...?" I said quietly. He looked backed down at his book and continued. I looked back and forth. "Did you forget he was here or something?" He shrugged.
"I just... didn't hear him get out of the car." I scoffed and shook my head slightly.
"Was your nose to deep inside your laptop you have?" He scoffed.
"Y'know you and dean fight a lot but you sound a lot like him." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah but I don't say 'rabbit food'". Sam laughed slightly.
"Do you wanna hear about our next case?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"Case?"
"It's our job, Y'know hunting-"
"Yeah yeah saving people hunting things, I get it. So you found another monster to chase down?" He nodded slightly with a small smile on his face. I swung my arms over the front seat and looked at his laptop, resting my head on the seat.
"Yeah basically."
"What is it?"
"A wendigo."
"A wendi-what?" I asked looking closer at his laptop.
"A wendigo. It's a human-animal hybrid it uh, eats and hunts humans and animals and apparently it killed 3 hikers the other day." I squinted at the page, I suddenly remembered my big black glasses I had hanging in my shirt and slipped them on. I placed my head right next to sams, trying to get a better look. Sam glanced at me and laughed quietly.
"What?" I asked, not having a clue what he was laughing at.
"Clark kent...". He mumbled under his breath. I glared at him and smacked the side of his head, which only made him laugh harder.
"You and dean!" I half yelled. He rubbed the side of his head and laughed some more as I grabbed the laptop and slouched into the backseat. He protested slightly but he let me take it. And I did smile a little, even though the nickname Clark Kent was gonna get old real quick. Hopefully. I sat in the back and sighed as I scrolled through the web page as I slowly got confused. "So... how does a wendigo kill its victims?" Sam glanced back and turned to the book.
"It kills it's victim and eats them, but sometime it will take a victim to its cave, where it will devour it once it's ready to feed." He finished. He glanced back at me again. "What you got something?" He asked. I shook my head.
"It's not a windigo." I told him. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"What?"
"It's not a windigo." I repeated. "You said that a windigo devours it's victims right?" He nodded. "Well it says that the three victims weren't 'devoured' They were killed. One almost had his heart torn out, and the other two did. None of them were eaten completely. No signs of struggle, except for the guy who almost got his heart torn out. It says that he shot the creature with his flare gun but bled out before he could get help." I told him, handing him the computer back. "Did you miss that part?" He sighed.
"Yeah I uh, I guess I did." I smiled, realizing that I proved myself in paying attention and being smart. Dean came out of nowhere, and opened the door.
"Got the food. Were you two nice to each other?" Dean glanced at me before scoffing with a laugh.
"What?!" I yelled.
"Clark kent..." He mumbled. I slapped the back of his head and glared. They both laughed, ignoring the death threats I was giving them.