Stuck with Supernatural

CH. 13:

A/N:

Oh. Mah lawd, guys. We're at chapter thirteen. I never thought that I could make it this far! For those of you who don't know me, personally, I'm ready bad at keeping up with one story for this long, let alone juggle writing three all at once! I love you all for reading, and now there's over 400 reads!?! What is this life!? Thank you soo sososososoooooo much!!!

(PS this is basically just a continuation of chapter twelve, because it uploaded weird. Also, updates are sooo slow because I'm finally in school AND I GOT A PART IN THE PLAY HERE YAY!!!)

-Cameo

I pulled away from Dean, straightening myself and wiping my eyes. He cleared his throat, hardening his features, yet again. I knew that this moment was pretty much a one time deal. He looked me sternly in the eye.

"No more chick flick moments, alright?" his voice was huskier.

"No more chick flick moments." I assured him. Dean wasn't the feelsy type. Or maybe he just brooded. Either way, I knew from that point on that anytime I put myself in harm's way, he'd just get angry, and probably not open up to me.

Well, shit. I was going to have him angry at me pretty much all the time.

He trudged back to the car, me still lingering behind him. He flashed me a look as he shut the car door after him. I wasn't quite sure what it meant. I quickened my pace a slight bit, hopping in the car after him.

Sam raised his eyebrow, and I just shook my head. Dean turned the key in the ignition and we were off to the unknown location of Bobby.

I don't know when, but I fell asleep in the backseat, only to be awoken by Sam, shifting his shoulder as if he was trying to be careful and not wake me up. My eyes didn't want to open, but I couldn't just lay there anymore.

That's creepy.

My back popped, releasing pressure as I sat up. I yawned, realizing we weren't moving. Sam was the only one in the car with me.

"Where are we?" I yawned again.

"At Bobby's." Sam smiled. "Come on, let's get you inside so you can sleep in an actual bed."

I smiled at the thought. He helped me out of the car, and I stumbled a little over the gravel. I was weightless for a moment after that, then I was being carried. I probably looked drunk. I stared up at his profile, barely peeking one eye open.

It would be awkward if I'd just totally stared at him.

Come on, man.

He's hot.

I did my one-eyed stare until we got into the rickety old house. I could tell Sam was trying to be quiet by the way he was maneuvering around walls and furniture. So why I giggled, I have no clue.

And it wasn't the cute, quiet kind of giggle, either. It was the "I can't stop laughing oh help me God" kind. I felt Sam's arms tighten, and I full on burst out laughing.

I heard two pairs of feet fumble their way downstairs, and Sam almost dropped me. I quieted myself, sliding out of Sam's grasp to stand by him. An older man with a beard, an old flannel, faded blue jeans and a truckers hat that was tipped up pointed a shotgun at me.

"Who the hell is this?" he asked, not putting the gun down.

"This is Em," Sam introduced me. Dean stood behind the man, rubbing.his eyes.

"Em," Dean walked forward, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "This is Bobby."

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Hey, guys:) sorry it's been so long!! I've been so crammed with the show here, I'm on the verge of a meltdown. Taking like three AP classes too. Bruh. I hope you enjoyed!! I'll Try to update soon!!

(PS we open the show I'm in like three days... Hashtag dying.)