The Colt (Supernatural Story)

Four

"Dean." He heard Sam say, waking him up out of his slumber. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up as Sam opened the door. "Bad time?" He added, seeing how Dean was.

He shook his head. "Just napping. What is it?"

"I think I may have figured out where the colt is." Sam said. "Remember the giant devils trap that Samuel built?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, he wrote his last entry, saying he needed to leave it behind, saying it's how they have been finding him. So after a little more digging--"

"He buried it within the trap, didn't he?" Dean realized, getting his brother to nod. "Huh..not bad. Demons can't even get through to get it there.."

"Exactly why it's there. I say we go get it before it's too late." Sam said.

"Yeah we'll leave tomorrow morning, right now I need my beauty rest."
Laying back down, he fell back asleep as Sam left his room.

***

When Jackie and Lily got back to the motel they were staying at, Jackie immediately went to bed, leaving Lily by herself. Reaching into a cooler they kept with them, she took out a bag of blood, draining it all in a matter of seconds. In a way, she couldn't believe they ran into Sam and Dean freaking Winchester, the last people on earth she wanted to see. Like she mentioned to Jackie, they shoot first, ask questions later.
What she does know..is that if they run into them again, she'll kill them before they can kill her, and she wouldn't care less about it. Sitting on the windowsill, a sudden image popped up in her mind. It was back at the cabin, as they were leaving, she couldn't help but notice something in particular.
It was that slightly shorter one, Dean...with the way he looked back at her as they walked off to wherever they were going. It was like...he was curious about her. But the way his eyes were, the bright hazel green, the way it was the perfect shade against his skin...

Blinking rapidly, she mentally slapped herself for even thinking that. Why the hell, out of all people, would she think like that about him?? Propping herself up on the windowsill, she watched the night roll by, making sure no intruders came their way.

***

Morning came, Sam and Dean loading up the Impala with the usual. Tucking his gun in the inside pocket of his jacket, Dean climbed in.

"Well..let's hope it's actually there." Sam said.

"I don't think anyone else would try to find it..thing has been buried for years." Dean said.
Firing it up, they made their way to Wyoming, Sam pointing out directions every once in a while when he changed the subject.

"So...you checkin' out that girl, Jackie." He said, catching his brother off guard.

"Wait what?"

"I'm not dumb, Sammy. I saw that look on your face. You're totally into her."

Sam scoffed. "Is this to get back at me from what I said to you?"

Dean shrugged. "You don't know that." He reached over to the radio. "It could be.."

Turning on the music, they drove in silence for a while.