Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter Eighty - Two - A Case, PTSD and more...

I don't know how long I slept but a nightmare about that night wakes me and I sit bolt upright, sweat clings to my face; my clothes are stuck to the seat underneath them. Dean eyes me through the rearview mirror eyebrow raised. Sam's on the phone talking to an officer about the disappearance of the girl, turns out that she's not the first one in that area.

"So get this," Sam says, "last weekend, a college girl vanished from her apartment. On the seventeenth floor, then three days ago, another girl didn't make it home from school.

'They know each other?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head, "no, no connection. Just young and female, like the plane crash girl."

"I hope I'm not on the monsters list, I may not be that young anymore but..." Dean cuts me off, "babe you're hot and still knock my socks off." His words make me blush, I still have a bit of baby fat on the sides but other than that I'm pretty much back down to my original weight before I had Cassie.

"What would disappear a girl out of the sky, anyway?" I ask.

"Good question," Sam says then he seems to hesitate before asking, "so you never tried huh?"

"Tried?" Dean asks confused and Sam shifts in his seat, "to go live a life with Melanie and Cassie; you promised that, right?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"So, why didn't either of you try?" He turns his head slightly to look at his brother, "what makes you think we didn't?" Sam scoffs, "cause look at you, at the both of you. Look at this, you're exactly the same."

'Yeah, you're probably right," Dean agrees and he pauses catching my eyes in the mirror again, "we had it made for a year at least."

"A year?" Sam asks and Dean nods, "so then what?"

"It just didn't work for us Sam," I say, "turns out we're not really made for that kind of life."

Dean turns cranking up the stereo which drowns out any more chances of conversation; it's really late when we find a motel to sleep for the night and for the rest of this hunt if it turns out to be anything at all. Dean doesn't hold me like normal he has his back to me one of the spare pillows held against his chest quite tightly I might add; Sam is sleeping his back to us facing the door to the room. We're going to get started first thing in the morning, but I'm not really tired anymore, Sam is back which makes me feel better but that damn wall Death told us about bothers me, how long until it collapses? Will it collapse at all? What will Sam say if he ever remembers what his soulless part did to the people he knows?

Wiping at my face I sit up putting my back against the wooden headboard, Dean and I really haven't been alone since we were practically pushed back into hunting; I spin my wedding band around my finger remembering our courthouse wedding and smile but then the feeling of happiness fades as Lucifer comes to mind because he dared to show his face there. Dean shifts in his sleep to roll over the pillow now at his back; he reaches an arm out to touch me but opens his eyes slowly feeling that I've moved, he looks up at me through the dimly lit room.

"You okay babe?" he asks softly to not wake Sam.

"Yeah, just uh, just having a hard time sleeping," I admit, "brain won't shut off."

He smiles softly at me then looks over his shoulder at Sam, "how 'bout a little fun?"

"Dean," I hiss, "Sam is right there, for all we know he could still be awake pretending to be asleep."

"Maybe it'll teach him to get two rooms when we stop places," he grins.

"I swear if you two start having sex I will shoot you both," Sam grunts from his bed making us both laugh, "relax Sammy," I tell him, "I wouldn't never dream of doing such a..." but Dean cuts me off by grabbing my breast hard making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.