Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Ten

Sam had been unable to find a case for us to work on, so we spent our last night in East Creek and left in the morning. We stopped at the high school and Sam managed to pull Opal out of class for a quick goodbye. 

"Thank you for all of your help," Sam told Opal, and I had to suppress a chuckle when I saw her cheeks redden slightly. Some things never change. 

"Well, your welcome, and thank you for saving me from those demons," she replied. She picked at her nails with her hands in her lap. 

I smiled at her. "If we ever need your help again, we'll give you a call." 

I moved to stand, but Opal's next words froze me before I ever got to. "Actually, I'd appreciate it if you'd lose my number."

Her brown eyes stared seriously back at us. "What?" Dean asked, obviously as shocked as I was by the words Opal had just uttered. 

"What happened to me..." Opal's voice broke for a moment before she regained her composure. "I was so scared. I thought I was going to die, and I was a coward. I would have told those demons anything they wanted to know or done anything they wanted me to do without hesitation."  

She paused as she sighed. "And then Sam came in, and he was, well, he was fearless, and so brave and selfless. That's when I realized, I'm not a hero." She laughed, but not because she thought it was funny. She laughed because of the irony of it all. "You know, everybody's always talking about this plan, this destiny, but I can do this thing, this amazing thing, that would save a lot of people, but I realized that I'm not strong enough to save those people." She paused, looking thoughtful. "But I think I'm okay with that." 

At that moment the bell that must signal a period ending sounded and some students walked out with lunch trays and began to sit around picnic tables. Opal looked back at them and smiled. She began to walk over to them and paused before looking back at us and saying, "Thank you," before finishing the walk over to the picnic tables. 

Dean, Sam, and I sat there for a moment before I got up and said, "Good for her." I felt happy about her decision because it reminded me of mine. All of my decisions have been about who I am and who I want to be and who I love. Opal was just staying true to all of that.

As we were walking, Sam added, "I can't believe it."

"What?" Dean asked, teasing Sam. "Miss your little crush already?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Dean."

***

When we arrived at Bobby's house a few hours later, I was surprised to see all the books laying everywhere. I  hadn't heard about a lot of other hunters having houses, either, but Bobby's house was nothing like ours. His was bigger than ours, with several bedrooms on the first floor with a kitchen that led to what I guessed used to be a living room but had at some point been reverted to a study with a couch and a desk and once again, what seemed to be hundreds of books everywhere. There was also a basement that led to perhaps the most interesting part of the house: the panic room. Our house definitely didn't have one of those, but I thought to myself that maybe it should have. And upstairs were more guest rooms, one of which was presented as mine. Inside I discovered a bed with a soft blue comforter and white walls. There was a dark oak dresser shoved into the corner and a closet along the same wall. The rest of the room was open.

 Bobby wasn't there to give the grand tour. Dean said he was away on a hunt and they didn't really know exactly when he'd be back. I was apprehensive and excited at the same time about potentially meeting Bobby. From what I heard from Sam and Dean, he was very important to them. I just wanted him to like me. I was staying at his house, after all.