The first hour or so of the trip was Sam telling Dean everything he’d found regarding the demons, omens, and Houston. Though I hate to admit it, their cockamamie research methods were actually paying off.
Into the third hour, we stopped for gas, breakfast, and more salt. Once we were off again, Sam was the driver as Dean dozed off. Now that Brutus was out, I refused to let sleep over take me and pressed Sam for answers.
“So who’s Naomi?” I asked, scooting over behind the driver’s seat.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, Sam sighed. “Naomi is…she’s kind of the boss angel controlling heaven, but she’s evil. She called Cas back to heaven and forced him to kill another angel.”
“Why does she want me?” I prodded.
“You’re her vessel, which basically means she wants to possess you, but needs your permission.”
“And if I say no?”
Sam smiled halfheartedly. “You can say no, but the angels have a way of persuading you to do what they want.”
Shaking my head, I leaned against the backseat. “Well I don’t care if this bitch is the Queen of England. She can go find someone else to be her mindless meat puppet.”
Sam laughed quietly, glancing over at Dean to make sure the noise didn’t wake him. “You sound just like Bobby.”
Looking out the window, I watched the rising sun shine its light on the world below.
“Sorry, you’re probably tired of hearing that.” Sam apologized, running a hand through his hair.
I sighed. “It’s alright Sam, you must miss him.”
Sam got quiet, staring straight out the windshield. “Yeah; he’s like a father to me and Dean.” He looked at me in the rearview. “Don’t worry; you’re definitely prettier than Bobby.”
Sam struggled to regain his confident façade, and I laughed. “Are you trying to put the moves on me Sam?”
“No! I mean, you’re not… it’s not that you’re ugly. You’re gorgeous. Err…” Sam ran his hand through his hair while stammering.
“Relax Sammy; I’m only messing with you.” I said ruffling his hair.
He smiled, cheeks flushed with color. “You know, it’s usually weird when anybody but Dean calls me Sammy.”
“Oh.”
“No, what I mean it that it sounds… normal when you say it.” Sam gave me a sideways glance over his shoulder.
Thankfully, Dean stirred and pulled Sam’s attention away from me.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Dean mumbled, sitting up.
Sam scoffed at him, rolling his eyes. “Shut up, Dean.”
Before the brother’s interaction became hostile, I spoke up. “How far out are we?”
“About two more hours.” Sam said as Dean turned up the radio, blasting Welcome to the Jungle by Guns ‘N Roses.
Lip syncing the lyrics, I couldn’t help but laugh at Dean as he gave me a wink, mid head-bang. Sam leaned over, turning the volume down.
“Wet blanket.” Dean mumbled.
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A Supernatural Fanfiction.
FanfictionCarrie Singer is like any other Hunter out there; she prefers Hunting alone. But when Sam and Dean Winchester ask for her help, she has no choice but to partner with the boys. After all, Bobby is her father. (I do not own any of the characters, othe...
