Supernatural: Season Two

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things (2)

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things (2)

Kylie's POV

Laying on Sam's bed,I kept a pillow to my chest as I laid curled up in a ball as Dean went on about the case.

I felt like I was on an emotional roller coaster and there was no brakes.

What was wrong with me?

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean continued as he unpacked his bag.

I rolled onto my back and sighed. "Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing."

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground." Dean shrugged.

I smacked my hands against the bed. "There's no reason for it to be unholy ground." I sat up slowly. "Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material." I rolled my eyes.

"You said she was upset." Dean nodded.

I let out a breath. "She got her heartbroken, girls get their heart broke all the time." I scoffed. "Besides you heard what the dad said."

"Yeah, well, maybe, Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Dean raised a brow.

"You know what?" Sam finally spoke. "We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore."

"So what, Sam? What? We just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean shot.

"I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far." Sam nodded.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked coldly.

"This is about Mom's grave." Sam spoke what I was thinking.

Dean scoffed. "That's got nothing to do with it."

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it." Sam pointed out. "Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad."

Dean turned to glare at Sam the more he went on.

I tensed, squeezing the pillow in my arms, fearing another fight would take place.

Sam only let out a sigh, not scared at all. "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better."

I watched as Dean grit his teeth and shook his head.

"I don't need this crap." He grumbled before grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Dean, where are you going?" Sam sighed.

"I'm going to get a drink." He stared at Sam. "Alone."

He turned to the door, and left without another word.

I let out a sigh and swung my legs off the side of the bed. "He's not going to get a drink." I said, standing up.

"Yeah, I kind of figured." Sam sighed, messing with his hair. "Are you going to after him?"

I stared at the door, knowing that I could catch up with him if I left now.

I looked at Sam and shook my head. "Nope." I said simply before going to my bag and pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"You're not?" Sam questioned.

"No, Sam, I'm not." I glanced at him. "If he's going to act like a baby then I'm going to let him act like a baby. He either needs to man up and says he wants our help or he can continue his act." I shook my head. "I'm too tired to keep going after him."