The Family Business

Chapter Two

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Dean shouted as Sam stretched his long, stiff arms out.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"7:35" Brooklyn responded.

Sam grunted and sat up. "What are we doing? Going for another job?"

"Not exactly. We're visiting Bobby." Dean said.

"Couldn't I have at least another hour of sleep?" He was already up, walking around drowsily.

When he bent over to grab some clothes, a bundle of pure joy attacked him. The dog was lathering Sam's face with slobber. He was jumping all over him, and Sam had hit the ground from the force of the blow. He yelled, "Blah! Gross! Please...." he was laughing in between each word, "Get off me!"

Brooklyn laughed and watched with amusement for a good minute before calling it off. "Bear!" she called.

The dog immediately jumped off of Sam and ran to her. She squatted down and patted him on the head. He began giving her kisses too. She was laughing. She then got Bear to lay down. He obeyed.

Dean chuckled, "I'm beginning to like him. He's growing on me."

Brooklyn smiled.

Sam had just finished changing. "Well, I guess we should be on our way then. If we're trying to get to Kansas before sundown."

Dean grabbed the keys and they were out the door.

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Dean was driving, drumming on the steering wheel. He was singing loudly to the music he had playing. Sam was reading in the passenger seat, trying to focus hard on what he was reading. Brooklyn and Bear were in the back seat. Bear was sprawled out across her lap. She was petting him and studying her surroundings.

"Dude, seriously?" Sam said annoyed.

"What? I love this song!" He turned the music up louder.

"I know! But I'm trying to read!"

"Hey, like I've said before, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Brooklyn laughed. Her brothers were weird, but she was thankful for them. She didn't know what she would do without them.

When Dean had turned the music up, Bear's ears perked up. Apparently he knew the song. Eye of the tiger came on next. Bear sat up and started howling to the music while Dean was singing along with it. Sam turned around and started laughing. He pulled out his phone and began recording. Brooklyn joined in with Dean, and Bear was still howling. Then Sam came in singing.

The whole car was filled with laughter, joy, and bass turned up so loud that you would probably burst a normal person's eardrums out. Sam got it all on recording.

"MAN!" Dean yelled, "I love that dog!"

Bear crawled over in between the driver and passenger seat. He dragged his large tongue across Dean's face.

"Ok! Ok! Enough, buddy!" Dean said, pulling his face away. Bear listened and climbed back into the back seat. The dog sat staring out the back window at the open road behind them.

The car was quiet for quite a long time. Dean had turned down the music to a decent volume and Brooklyn took a nap in the back seat. Bear curled up next to her and laid down. He buried his soft muzzle into her chest.

After she was asleep, Sam started up a conversation with Dean.

"Sooo, what did you guys talk about yesterday evening when I was showering. Brook was crying and I was confused." He looked back just to make sure Brooklyn was actually asleep.

"Umm. I'm not sure if she's ready for me to tell anyone yet."

"Dean, you know that just makes it all the more mysterious when you word it like that. Come on, tell me."

"Ok, you have your secrets, Brooklyn has her's. Can we leave it at that?" Dean was looking out at the road ahead of him. He said this in a calm manner.

"Well, yeah, but I just get so concerned for her. Ever since dad left he told us to look after her. Now he's..." he hesitated, "Now he's dead. And I had never seen Brook cry. The last time I saw her cry was when she was five. Remember? Over the--"

Dean interrupted, "Yeah, over that crayon incident."

"Yeah." Sam said proving his point. "Why was she crying."

"I don't know, I guess she's needed to tell me something. Get it off her chest. She's fine, Sam."

Sam's composure relaxed, and he didn't push further. Sam looked out the window then to the road in front of him. His muscles tensed back up and he turned back to look out the window. His face was struck with horror.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Slow down!" the younger shouted. Dean slammed on the brakes and tried to spot what his brother was looking at.

"Umm, Sammy? That's just a lightpost."

But that wasn't what Sam saw. Sam saw someone walk around the lamp post and look at him. Someone he knew. It was Jessica. His eyes opened wide. He placed his hand on the window and sat gaping at her. Her manner was calm. She just looked at him peacefully. Her innocent smile spread across her beautiful face. Her eyes had a light to them. They seemed to show forgiveness and sorrow. Her blonde, curly hair flowed around her shoulders in an angelic manner.

"Jess?" he whispered. His eyes began to water. "I should've been there that night. I should've saved you. I am so sorry." A tear ran down his cheek. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his beautiful girl. His face, wet with sadness and hopelessness.

"Sam!" came a call drifting into his consciousness. "Sam! That's not Jess! There is nobody there!" Dean was shaking him away from the window. Then he regained full consciousness.

"Sammy. Jess isn't there! Snap out of it, kid!" Dean's face looked seriously concerned. He looked left and right into both of Sam's red eyes. Both hands on each of Sam's shoulders. Brooklyn had awoke from her rest hearing Dean's shouts for Sam. She was sitting up clinging to the back of the seat. Her mouth wide open. She felt bad for him. He lost his girlfriend/ future fiance to the same demon who killed their mom the exact same way. She could still picture her mom on the ceiling of her nursery... The blood stain on her white gown. Her mouth was wide open. Then the ceiling lit up in flames. Her dad yelling out.. He picking her up and handing her to her oldest brother. Sam was close behind crying.

Sam was breathing deeply. He swallowed hard, blinking his eyes. "You good?" asked Dean.

Sam looked back out the window. Sure enough it was a lightpost. Jess was gone. "Yeah" he said shocked.

"Kid, you had me scared. I think you need some sleep." Dean's eyebrows furrowed together. One sticking higher than the other.

"Yeah..." Sam agreed.

Brooklyn got out of the car with Bear. The dog took that moment to relieve the extra water he had drunk earlier in his bladder. Sam opened his door and struggled out of the car. Brooklyn wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest. She felt terrible for him. He embraced her. He kissed her on the head and held it for a second. They broke apart.

Sam climbed into the back seat. Brooklyn held the passenger door open for Bear. The fawn boxer hopped up in the front and she slammed the door. She climbed in the back with Sam. He was leaned up against the window. His eyes closed.

"Great. The dog gets to keep me company. fun..." Dean remarked sarcastically.

"You two have fun up there." said Brooklyn.

She was still pretty tired. So she kicked off her shoes and curled up next to Sam. He held open his arms and she laid her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on hers.

"Sleep tight, Romeo and Juliet." Dean said.

Brooklyn conivingly lifted her foot and kicked Dean in the side. "Dang! The hell was that for!?" Though he knew what he said. Sam chuckled and Brooklyn drifted off to sleep. Sam, soon to follow after.