Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 28-Did I Do That?

   The car that Sam used to watch the kid and his mom pulls up. He hops out, covered in glitter from head to toe. My eyes widen before I join in on Dean's laughing. Sam opens his arms wide in defeat.

   "Go ahead, say it." He sighs, dropping his arms back to his side. Dean laughs harder.

   "You look like you got attacked by some PCP-crazy strippers." He struggles to say. Sam laughs along with him.

   I snort at the joke as Sam walks towards me, my eyes widening in alarm.

   "Oh hell no, don't touch me. Glitter will be all over me for days." I say, backing away. He smirks and walks faster, crushing me in a hug, intentionally rubbing glitter all over me. I groan as he pulls away.

   "Screw you." I grumble.

   "Sam, I... I'm sorry." Dean starts. "For psychology scarring you." Sam squints his eyes slightly in confusion.

   "Which time?" He asks, joking.

   "Shut up. Come on, seriously." He continues. "You know, me ditching you when we were kids, that was a dick move. The whole clown thing-"

   "You know what, man? Honestly..." He thinks for a second. "Getting my ass kicked by those juggalos tonight, was uh, therapeutic."

   "You've faced your fear!" Dean says proudly.

   "What else could a clown possibly ever do to me again?"

   "Good for you. I still piss myself every time I see one, so can we leave now?" I ask, eying the Plucky's next to us.

   "Sure, kid. Maybe one day you'll get to fight some clowns too." Dean pats my shoulder.

   "I already have." I tell him, smiling. They look at me with confusion as I open the door.

   "You." I smile proudly as I close the door, Dean's mouth hung open and Sam laughing his head off.

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   I reach down and pull on my shoes, being all packed up and ready to leave. We got to the motel last night and decided to stay one more night before we left for home.

   Dean is currently in the bathroom getting ready and Sam is packing his bag. I stand back up and notice blue and red lights seeping through the curtains. I peak my head out and see three cop cars, six cops, and two men in suits conversing. My eyebrows furrow as I slowly back up.

   "Dad..." I say slowly, my heart racing as I turn towards him, concern on his face.

   "What's wrong?" He asks. My eyes widen and I shush him quickly. I flick my head to the window.

   "Cops." I whisper. His eyebrows raise in alarm, Deans gaze snapping from the mirror, where he was doing his hair, to me, and then the closed curtain

   The only way out of this room is through the door. There's no back windows or anything. Just the door.

   Sam rushes over to me and looks out the window discretely. He looks at Dean.

   "Henriksen." He says quietly, Dean rolling his eyes.

   "Castiel, I don't know if you can hear me, but this would be a damn good time to zap us out of here." I talk into the silence.

   Nothing happens.

   There's a knock on the door. Sam rushes away from the window, dragging me along. He pushes me behind his body protectively.

   "FBI, open up!" A loud voice shouts from the other side. Sam and Dean reach for their guns, readying themselves.

   "We know your in there." The same voice says menacingly. "We know you have a hostage."

   Silence.

   The calm before the storm.

   Everything happens so quickly. The door flies open. Shreds of wood fly everywhere. Multiple cops and two guys in suits flood the room. They try to fight and shoot as they grab them. It doesn't work.

   I protest as they yank Sam's arm, Dean already having handcuffs clicked onto his wrist. I grab Sam's arm, attempting, and ultimately failing, to pull him the other direction.

   "Please stop! They didn't do anything!" I plea. One of the cops comes and tries to comfort me.

   "You're safe now. It's okay." She says, placing her hands on my upper arms.

   "Get your grubby hands off of me." I sneer, shrugging her off. I sprint towards Dean, who was already outside.

   "Please don't take them." I cry, running in front of them and hugging his waist, not letting them move. The guy waves a hand towards one of the cops, signaling to take care of me. He pries me off of Dean, despite my protests.

   "It's okay, kid. We'll be okay." He attempts to comfort.

   "We'll see about that." The guy pushes him forward. I look over to the door of our room and see them pushing Sam out the door. I wiggle and squirm until I realize this guy is too strong for me to get out of his hold.

   "Let him go, you scum bags!" I scream, tears running down my face as I panic. Sam looks at me with a pained look on his face.

   Then, it's as if time slows down.

   I scream at the top of lungs. A sudden and giant gush of wind, strong enough to blow a tree down, rushes around us. Everyone but Sam, Dean, and I blow over and hit their heads on the ground hard enough that it knocks them out.

   Did I do that?

   "What the fuck." I whisper. Sam and Dean look at me with shock as I sprint towards one of the cops and grab the keys, unlocking the cuffs on Sam, before making my way to Dean.

   "We need to go." Sam rushes, grabbing my arm and pulling my arm toward the car.

   "Are we not going to mention what just happened?" I say, voice shaking. I'm scared out of my wits as I look around at all of the unconscious bodies.

   "Did... Did I do that?" I breathe out as we leave the parking lot. The boys look back at me through the mirror, trying not to show their concern.

   "I think so." Sam says hesitantly.

   "Am I dangerous?" Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of hurting Sam and Dean.

   "Maddie, you saved us."