The Little Winchester Sister

Chapter 4 - Phantom Traveler

"Scar, wake up," Sam told me, shaking my shoulder.

I groaned. "Early. Sleep."

I covered myself with my blanket over my head.

"Wake up," Sam told me.

Sam pulled the blanket off of my head.

"No," I told him. "Leave me alone."

"I got you some Choco," Sam told me. "Wake up."

I sighed, sitting up. "Why do you do this to me?" Sam held out a Choco cup to me. I took the Choco. "I hate you."

Sam chuckled. "Love you, too."

"Sammy, you were saying something?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "I appreciate your guys' concern."

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you," Dean told him. "It's your job to keep our asses alive, so we need you sharp." Sam shrugged. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jessica?"

Sam sighed, taking a sip of coffee. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job, guys, it gets to you."

"You can't let it," Dean told him. "You can't bring it home like that."

"So, what?" Sam asked. "All this, it never keeps either of you up at night?" Dean shook his head. I shrugged. "Never? You're never afraid?"

"No, not really," Dean told us. Sam scoffed, pulling a knife from underneath Dean's pillow on the bed, holding it toward him. Dean took the knife from him. "That's not fear. That is precaution."

"All right, whatever," Sam told him. "I'm too tired to argue."

I stood from my bed, walking closer, taking a sip of my Choco. "One thing I have to say." Dean and Sam looked at me. I nodded. "It's a good Choco."

Dean smirked.

Sam smiled, shaking his head, chuckling.

Dean's cell phone rang. He grabbed it, looking at the Caller ID, answering. "Hello?" Dean nodded, remembering. "Oh, right, yeah." I looked at him in confusion. Dean pointed at the phone. "Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the Poltergeist thing." I nodded in understanding, knwoing it was Jerry who was calling. "It's not back, is it? What is it?"

Dean looked at Sam and me.

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Dean, Sam and I reached to Kittanning, Pennsylvania.

The man, Jerry, led Sam, Dean and me through the airplane-building warehouse. "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around." He looked at Sam and me. "Dean and your Dad really helped me out."

"Yeah, he told us," Sam told him. "It was a Poltergeist?"

"'Poltergeist'?" one of the workers repeated. "I loved that movie."

"Hey, nobody's talking to you," Jerry told him. "Keep walking." The worker walked away, leaving. Jerry looked at Sam and me. "Damn right it was Poltergeist. Practically tore our house apart. Tell you something. If it wasn't for Dean and your Dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." He looked at Sam. "Your Dad said you were at college. Is that right?"

"Yeah, I was," Sam answered. "I'm... taking some time off."

"Well, he was real proud of you," Jerry told him. "I could tell. He talked about you all the time."