𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

006

It wasn't easy, going to Jessica's funeral. For me or Sam. We stayed by each other the entire time. It was especially hard to watch her get put six feet under.

Sam didn't go to the interview. Honestly, school was out of both our concerns at the moment now. For obvious reasons. He's also been having these really awful nightmares since Jessica's death. No doubt about it being what he saw that night.

The brothers strongly believe that whatever killed Jessica, also killed their mom back when Sam was a baby. I had no reason to doubt them either. I mean, I wasn't there to witness both their mother's and Jessica's deaths after all.

We searched for a week. A week, to find the damn thing that killed her, before we decided to hop back on the search and rescue mission for John. It wasn't easy to get Sam to leave Stanford. Dean and I had to do a lot of convincing before we were finally on our way to Colorado.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Sam jerk awake in the passenger seat of the Impala. I look at him worriedly.

"You okay?" Dean asks. I take a peek at him. I know he's worried about Sam. Hell, I am too. I'm still mourning, but Sam is on a whole nother level. I mean he barely sleeps, eats, and he'd snap really easily if you don't watch what you say.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam swallows loudly. I watch his eyes quickly jump from one thing before looking at another thing.

"I'm assuming you had another nightmare?" I question with a raised brow. He just clears his throat. I sigh, looking back down at the map Sam used to figure out the coordinates a week back.

"Want to drive for a while?" Dean asks after a brief moment of silence. I snap my head up, looking at Dean in amusement.

"Dean your whole life, you never once asked me that." Sam chuckles with surprise.

"Just thought you might want to. Never mind." Dean dismisses.

"Look guys, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." I narrow my eyes at him. He's an awful lair.

"Right." I nod with a sarcastic smile.

"Mm-hmm" Dean hums. I catch his gaze when he looks at me through the rear mirror and I smirk. It was quick, but I know he saw it. I look back down at the map when hearing Sam sigh.

"All right." Sam says, clearing his throat again. "Where are we?"

"We are just outside of Grand Junction." Dean answers.

"I really need to go to the bathroom, Dean." I whine. It was like the third time I told him.

"I swear to god if you say that one more time..." he warns.

"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." Sam sighs.

"We stayed at Stanford for a whole week, Sam. Did as much digging as we could and never got anything." I tell him, not bothering to look up from John's journal that I was now leafing through.

It wasn't easy to get my hands on it. The Winchester's didn't let me touch it, saying it has information on creatures that will scare me. I had to lie and say that I'm gonna need to learn about these creatures eventually if I'm to help them. The thing is, I already know about all the creatures. What matters is that the excuse worked.

"If you want to find the thing that killed Jessica..." Dean trails off.

"Got to find dad first." Sam huffs, looking out the window. I take a glance at him and my face softens slightly when I see his distraught expression.