Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Imagination Infatuation

Song for the chapter: Imagination Infatuation by MisterWives
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The loud banging on the door made me groan, and roll off the bed. Coraline stirred but stayed asleep. Wow, she's a heavy sleeper. I checked the time on the ancient alarm clock. 10 AM.

I swung open the door, and was greeted by Sam and Dean holding donuts and coffee. I squinted at the sudden burst of light.

I grumbled a 'come in' and walked over to Coraline. I shook her, and yanked her off the bed in a lazy manner. Before her legs could hit the floor, she startled awake. She looked like she was going to blow up in my face, but I waved her off. Taking a seat at the small table with the boys, I rubbed my eyes.

"What." I said in a monotone voice.

"Well, good morning, sweetheart," Dean smirked.

I scoffed, "I'll smack you with your coffee cup if you don't shut up."

"Oh, and she sasses. Wonderful," Dean spoke after a few seconds.

I glared. I attempted to smack his arm, but his reflexes were much faster than I'd expected. His hand caught my wrist, and pushed it away in a joking manner. I scoffed, jerk.

"Whadd'you need?" I grumbled, taking a sip of the coffee Sam handed me.

"Okay, well... The sulfur-" as soon as Sam said 'sulfur' the first word that popped into my head was 'demons.' The rest of what Sam had said was just mumbling to my ears. "You okay?"

I blinked, "Uh- yeah. I'm okay."

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked.

I blinked a few times, "About what?"

"Enemies?"

"None."I paused for a moment, "That I know of."

Sam sighed, and leaned back in the creaky chair, "Okay, well... There goes that idea."

Dean spoke up after a second, "Did your mom ever make any deals? Did she become suddenly great at her job? Or suddenly prettier?"

I cocked my head... What the hell? Why would they ask that? I scoffed, "Why exactly would she do that?"

"Were you guys struggling at all?" Dean asked. Sam shot his partner another look, trying to see if he'd shut up anytime soon.

"Yeah.. At one point when I was like eight. Why?" I answered truthfully. Why would these questions be asked, "Are you asking if she'd make a deal with Lucifer? I'm pretty sure my mother woldn't do that."

It was meant to be a joke, but Sam and Dean's faces bolted to look at each other, then me. Dean spoke up first, "Wait, you know?"

"DEAN!" Sam exclaimed.

"Know about what?" I asked, widening my eyes. My joke was a serious thing to them?

Sam looked at Dean, and then back to me, "You know about the supernatural?"

I shook my head in a quick manner, and made a surrendering gesture, "No, no I don't. It was a joke. I swear."

"What are you guys talking about?" Coraline said in a groggy voice.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep, Cor," I mumbled.

After a few minutes, Coralines soft snoring was echoing in the room. The three of us looked at each other. Dean mumbled something under his breath, and I raised my eyebrow.

Dean coughed awkwardly, then stood up. Sam followed soon after, and grabbed his coffee cup. I stayed in my seat, and looked away from their gaze.

"We gotta go. Call us if something happens, or you need something." Sam said in a quick, suspicious manner.

I nodded, and they walked out with little control.

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SAM POV

Dean and I hopped into the Impala, AKA Dean's Baby. Dean pulled it in reverse, and we sped on the road. We both had looks of confusion on our faces. Did Elizabeth really know about the Supernatural?

"What if she is the one who did it?" Dean said in a rush.

"I don't think she's a demon, Dean," I thought for a moment, "She would've had her prints on every piece of evidence about the fire. What I don't get is why the demon killed her mother like it killed ours. Azazel is dead... I don't know any other demon that could do that, either."

Dean scoffed, "A powerful one. We gotta figure this out before it goes after those two."

I nodded, but also kept trying to figure out what we could do. There's three possible things we could do. A) Do an exorcism on the girls. B) Set Demon traps outside of the motel... Or C) Follow them around and see if there's any suspicious people lurking around them.

I told Dean my ideas, and he went for option C. Surprising, but not. I mean, he's up for lurking around a girl who's legal, and probably up for setting demon traps around just to see her. God, he's such a perv.

"So, what are we gonna do now?" I asked, leaning in the Impala's bench seat.

Dean shrugged, and pulled to a stop. I looked over. We were in a Big-Gerson's restuarant parking lot. I scoffed. Seriously?

"Look-" Dean turned my head to look at the car next to us.

Elizabeth's car was sitting empty right next to us. I sighed. Now they're really gonna think we're stalking them.

Dean had a smirk on his face, and I glared. He was either happy to be in the sae area as Elizabeth, or excited to get food. Dean crawled out of his car, and I followed after. When we got in the restuarant, we seated ourselves, and picked up the menu.

I saw Dean peeking over the menu to something behind me. I peered over my shoulder and saw Elizabeth approaching us. So much for our plan of staying out of sight.

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A/N: So, that seemed short. I'm sorry... Heeheee.

~Mae