Living with Sam and Dean Winchester

LWSADW: Nate

 We were sitting in the living room. We were all silent. I was sitting in an arm chair, drinking beer, Sam was leaning on my chair behind me and Dean was sitting next to Bobby.

“So…”, I said awkwardly. I was feeling uncomfortable with this ‘Bobby’, I think, starring at me.

“So, tell me, Hayley, how’d you discovered you’ve got those powers?”, Bobby asked.

I looked at Dean helplessly and he nodded at me, smiling.

“Well it was an accident. I was getting my towel, and I moved it. That’s where it all started”, I said. Bobby was looking at me.

“Dean, can I talk to you?”, he asked, not moving his glare off of me. Dean nodded and they left the room.

Sam sat next to me and took my beer.

“Hey, that’s mine”, I argued.

“You’ve drank enough”, Sam replied. I pouted. “So what do you think about Bobby?”

“Boy, that guy gives me creeps”, I said, faking some shimmering. He laughed.

“He’s a good man. It’ll be fine, you’ll get used to it”, Sam said smirking.

“Hey, Sam, I’m tired, I think I’m going to crash”, I said, heading upstairs.

He nodded and I said goodnight to everyone. I went to one of those rooms upstairs and shut the doors. I turned around. It was a small room, with some brown wallpaper on the walls. There was a big king sized bed in the corner of the room. I sighed and walked to the bed. I was about to fall asleep when I felt awful pain in my head. I sat up straight in the bed. I was ignoring it for a while but then it became unbearable. I walked outside my room and headed downstairs. While I was on top of the stairs I heard Bobby, Sam and Dean talking about something.

“She’s dead picture of Paige!”, Bobby was hissing at the boys.

“But how can you be so sure? You haven’t seen her in like forty years! You said so yourself you saw her die by your grandpa’s hand!”, Dean argued.

“Yeah, and how could she be the same person. I mean, you checked her birth certificate yourself while she was unconscious!”, Sam filled Dean in.

“I don’t care, she was a witch, who knows, maybe she casted a spell or something!”, Bobby argued.

I couldn’t see them, but I could tell he was angry. Who’s Paige?

“That boy, what’s his name?”, Bobby asked, calming down.

“I think it’s Nate”, Dean answered.

“Yeah, he…I saw him too when Paige was killed. He was there, so did his brothers and sister. I think they knew her somehow”, Bobby said.

I shook my head, trying to process what was going on. I didn’t want to hear the rest from them so I went downstairs and asked Dean if he could check my head.

“Oh, my God!”, Dean gasped.

“What?”, I asked and reached my head to my forehead. I could feel warm liquid on my fingers. I pulled my hand and took a look of it. My fingers were covered with something red, blood, I figured.

“Shit”, I cursed and ran to the kitchen. Dean followed me. “Is it bad?”, I asked him, turning around to face him.

“Yeah”, he said, nodding. I frowned.

“Thank you for being honest”, I said sarcastically. “Jeez are you crazy? You shouldn’t say that to a girl with her head bleeding”, I said and laughed a little, so did he.