The Guardian and her Angel (Very Slow Updates)

~2~

I sit at the kitchen table eating a sandwich with peanut butter and strawberry jam on it listening to Dean on the phone with a cellphone company trying to get Sam's phone GPS turned on. He rattles off some random alias Sam likes to use and social. I watch Dean walk from the kitchen counter to the table where he had set a laptop.

"Wow such a creative name," I snark, poking fun at Dean.

Dean just glares at me which makes me laugh a bit harder. Dad walks over passing both of us a beer and just shakes his head at the fact that it's almost like Dean didn't die and was gone for 4 months. We had always liked teasing each other. It was always just playful jabs.

"I'm just teasing you goof," I push myself up on the chair poking Dean in the nose, causing him to scrunch up his face.

"I missed you Lexi," He laughs after rubbing his nose.

I grin widely at him and take a swig of my beer. Dad leans up against the wall as Dean types away on the computer.

"How'd you know he'd use that name?" he questions taking a swig of his beer.

Dean lets out a short chuckle as he stares at the computer monitor, "You kidding? What don't I know about that kid?"

After a few minutes the computer beeps. I turn the laptop around, so I can look at it. A red arrow appears over an address on a map. It reads 263 Adams Road Pontiac, Illinois. Dean walks over and looks at the laptop over my shoulder, on hand on my shoulder the other on the mouse for the laptop. I lean back in the chair looking up at him, the top of my head on Dean's chest, causing him to look down at me and smile.

"That's right close to where we buried you," I deadpan.

Dean wraps an arm around my shoulders his arm across my collar bone and I grab his arm with one hand. I could tell he was trying to comfort me. It still is upsetting to think about his death.

"Well where is he?" Dad asks us a bit of annoyance in his voice.

"Pontiac, Illinois," Dean answers letting go of me and turning to Dad. "Right where I popped up."

"That's one hell of a coincidence," Dad points out.

"Well let's go see how Sammy's doing," Dean walks away from me towards the door.

I jump out of my chair and grab my zip up hoodie from the back of my chair putting it on and zipping it up, pulling my blue dyed wavy hair in a ponytail. Dean and my dad get into the beat up blue car of his and I jump into my truck following them. Dad's car is only a two door and I don't like being cramped in the back seat. It will also give me some time to process Dean being back, alone. I love my dad and Dean, but sometimes they just don't let me think without continuously asking me if I'm okay. I know they are doing it because they are concerned, but I am not a delicate little flower and can fend for myself when I need to.

I hook up my mp3 player and crank up my tunes. Breaking Benjamin's Breathe comes on and I start singing along as we drive down the highway to Pontiac.

~*~

Finally, we arrive that evening at a motel called Astoria Motel. I watch Dean get out of the passenger side of Dad's car and go inside the main office. A few minutes later he walks out motioning us to get out of our vehicles. We walk into the motel and turn down one of the halls, Dean and Dad in front of me. The hallway is dingy and rundown looking.

"Well isn't this just the most horror looking hotel ever," I whisper to myself.

We finally reach a door at the end of the hallway marked 207 inside a red heart. Dean knocks on the door, and we hear the door unlock and is opened by a woman with dark brown hair, wearing only a grey tank top and underwear. She looks as if expecting something from us. I feel kind of awkward and the three of us share a look of confusion.