Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Home

I was still laying down in Dean's motel bed, (I had decided to sleep with him last night instead of Sammy.)

My eyes were shut but I was very much awake listening to my older brothers conversation.

"All right, I've been cruising some websites, think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean informed us.

I opened my eyes and looked over to see him scanning through Sam's computer. I then looked over at Sammy to see him drawing something. I got up and went over to him, peering over his shoulder as he sat in his bed, I saw he was drawing some freakish tree. Dean continued to read out what 'gigs' he thinks we have.

"A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished, and we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Dean said before he looked up at Sam and I staring down at the notebook.

"Hey, am I boring you guys with this hunting-evil stuff?"

"No, were listening keep going." I replied looking back down at Sam's weird doodle.

Something was up and I knew it. I looked up at Sam as we held eye contact. Asking him if he was okay with my facial expression, he shrugged as in 'I don't know'.

"And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head, three times."

I glanced over at Dean to see him waving us down with three fingers up. I giggled as he continued trying to get Sam's attention.

"Any of these things blowing up your skirt pal?"

Sam stayed silent as I looked back to him. He was flipping through two different images.

"Wait I've seen this." He finally spoke.

"Seen what?" Dean immediately asked.

Sam got up off the bed quickly kissing my forehead as I stepped back to give him room. The boys showing me affection at the most random times was already common, and I loved it. I always tell my brothers I love them, I'm sure they have my voice saying that imprinted into their heads already, and I'm glad, that's how it should be.

I sat back on Dean and I's bed as we both watched Sam go over to his duffel bag. He pulled out John's journal and started flipping through all the little cut outs.

"What are you doing?" Dean and I asked at the same time.

Sam stayed silent as he pulled out a photograph and held it next to his drawing, comparing the two.

"Guys I know where we have to go next." Sam spoke up.

"Where?" Dean asked still confused.

"Back home, back to Kansas."

I was shocked. I knew Dean's promise to himself. He promised he would never go back there, back to his old home. Seeing the blood drain from his face, I immediately made my way over to him. He gripped me into a tight side hug from where he was still seated. I felt his hands gripping my hip bone tightly, but I didn't care if it made him feel at least a bit better talking about this subject. Everytime Dean didn't like the topic of something that we were talking about, he would call me over. I don't know how to explain it but I just calmed him down. I guess I made him feel safe, even though I was like a foot smaller.

"Alright random, where did that come from?" He asked trying to keep his cool.

"All right um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right, the house where mom died?" He asked walking over to Dean and I, handing him a photo.

Dean inspected the photo before answering Sam.

"Yeah."

"It didn't burn down, I mean not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"