Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

Dean looked at me with concern shining in his eyes, but I pulled away and said pointedly, "Maybe we can talk a little later." 

Dean looked worried, but I gave him an almost imperceptible nod. I hoped this would equate to him, It will be fine. His worry seemed to lessen, but it was still there. I felt bad for him. He was trying to deal with what he had found out about Sam and here I was giving him more to worry about. That hardly seemed fair to him. 

The rest of the ride passed in tense silence. We took the long way back to Bobby's. I assumed Dean was stalling his meeting with Sam. 

When we finally pulled up to Bobby's house, Dean turned to me and said, "Ryder. You are staying in the car this time."

I looked down, "Alright," I mumbled.

"No, I'm serious."

I gave him my best pissed off teenager look. "Me too."

"See, now why don't I believe you?" 

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. 

"Seriously, though," Dean told me. "You get out of the car one more time when I tell you not to, I'm cuffing you to the steering wheel."

"Dean," I said. "If I remember correctly, the last time I got out of the car when you told me not to I may or may not have saved your life."

Dean gave me a look that told me to shut up. "Just stay in the damn car."  

He got out, slamming the door. I could tell he had been holding in his anger at Sam for my sake, but now it was all coming out. I felt a pang of pity for Sam as I watched Dean stomp towards the house. 

My thoughts traveled to the angels, and how I was going to tell Dean what was going on without getting myself thrown into that godforsaken room. Then again, even if I did find some way to tell him, what could he do? These were angels we were talking about here. There was no way to kill them, hurt them, or fight them that we knew about. I felt a headache coming on as I leaned my head against the cold glass of the passenger side window. 

I heard the sounds of Sam and Dean's conversation inside the house. Some shouting that I couldn't make out, but that was expected. I listened sadly for a few moments until suddenly I heard a loud crash and a shattering noise.  

A million and a half possibilities raced through my mind all at once. Were Sam and Dean being attacked? What was going on? 

I sighed with frustration as I got out of the car. The 'Dean is going to kill you' warning bells were going off again, but so were all my other ones: the ones that told me something was wrong and I had to do something. 

I ran up to the door and burst through with my gun out in front of me just in time to hear Dean saying, "That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So are you just gonna stand there and tell me that everything is all good?"

I took in the shattered lamp next to the bed and Sam's busted lip and realized in an instant my mistake. I barely had time to think, Oh, shit, before Dean saw me and yelled, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the damn car, Ryder!"

I'm pretty sure Dean would have given me the worst discipline session of my life in that next two seconds if Sam's phone had not started ringing. 

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Saved by the bell. "Hello?" Sam asked, opening his phone as he looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dean went back and forth from distributing his glare to me and Sam. "Hey, Travis. Yeah, hey. It's good to hear your voice, too." I didn't really know what to do but look back apologetically at Dean. "Look, it's not a really good time right now," Sam paused, listening to the person on the other end: Travis. "Yeah, okay, uh. Well, just give me the details and um. Carthage, Missouri. Looking for Jack Montgomery." He hung up the phone.