How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty headlights dance with your boots in it
Dirt

Dirt by Florida Georgia Line

~SKYE'S POV~

I am at the table with my laptop open, while on the phone with Bobby. I jump in my seat as Dean thumps the jukebox. "No, no, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. Okay, Bobby, thanks." I say as I hang up the phone and set it on the table.

"What's up?" Dean asks as he comes up behind me, placing his hands on the table and rests his chin on the top of my head as I begin typing. "Bobby found something in Wyoming." I say. "A job?" Dean asks.

"Maybe." I say biting the bottom of my lip, furrowing my eyebrows as I read through two different news articles. "Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half." I say as I scan over every word of these articles in front of me on my laptop screen, comparing and picking out the words/stories that are the same. "That so unusual?" Dean asks. "Well, it's how they're not dying." I say in shock.

"The one guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice." I say as I continue reading. "Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch." I read aloud. "Capped in the ass?" Dean asks, I ignore as I open two tabs to the Greybull Gazette' the top tab has an the article with the headline 'shooting in victim walks away unharmed' and the subheading 'Man miraculously survives after direct shot to the heart'. "The first paragraph says that police and medical authorities are struggling for an explanation as to why local residents James Jenkins and friend Pete Hensley were confronted by a mugger in a nearby alley. After a brief altercation, the mugger fired a shot from a 9mm Automatic, hitting Jenkins directly in the heart." I say.

"Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart point-blank range by a nine-millimeter." Dean says as he finishes reading the paragraph. "And how is he not a doughnut?" Dean scoffs, trying to make a joke.

"Locals are saying it's a miracle." I say looking up at him. "Okay." Dean says trying to understand. "It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something." I say trying to figure out what we are dealing with.

"You think?" He asks looking down at me. "What else would it be?" I ask. "I don't know." He sighs. "All right." I say as I sit up closing my laptop and putting it in my bag. "We got to go meet Sam and Ruby." I say as I stand up, picking up my bags and purse. I notice Dean hasn't moved, he's just been standing there watching me. I look at him, blushing. "What?" I ask, a little insecure.

"Sure you want me going with you? He asks. "Why wouldn' I?" I ask, confused. "I don't want to be holding you back or nothing." He says shyly and a little hurt. "Dean, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me. And we have talked about us and are together again. Plus you said that we were okay." I say a little shocked and wonder where this is all coming from all of a sudden.

"Can we get past this?" I ask. Dean sighs as he uncrosses his arms. "Yeah, we're past it. Don't know what I was talking about." He says, looking down at the ground like he is defeated and brushes off his hands.

~JIM JENKINS HOUSE - DAY~

Dean parks the Impala outside of Jim Jenkins home. We get out and shut the doors as we head for the front door. "We are doing our Blogger's identity." Dean whispers to me and I nod as we knock on the front door.

"Hello?" Jim Jenkins asks as he opens the front door. "Hi Jim we are bloggers and we were wondering if he could talk to you." I say. "Uh...yeah I guess..Come on in." He says as he invites us into his home. Dean and I enter as Jim shuts the front door behind me. "Now, you two said you were bloggers?" He asks as he leads us into his kitchen.

He walks behind the kitchen island and grabs two mugs and starts making Dean and I what seems to me like he's making us all tea. "Yes sir. Floored by the Lord dot com." Dean says. "All of God's glory fit to blog." I smile trying to hide the sound of me clearing my throat while glances at Dean.

"Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle." I say looking at Jim as he grabs the tray that he set all the drinks on and leads us into the dining room. Dean and I sit down. He sets the tray in the middle and Dean and I grab a mug.

Jim grabs a mug and sits across us. "It was. Plain as day." He says. "How can you be so sure?" I ask. "How else do you explain it? The doctors can't." He says. "There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston." He adds.

"Well, how do you explain it?" Dean asks, I watch as Jim hesitates as he looks over towards the living room, I follow his gaze and see he is looking at his daughter who is watching treehouse.

I look back at him. "Look, honestly." He says looking over at Dean and I. "I was nobody's saint,,,not exactly father of the year, either." He says. "Okay." I say as take another sip from my tea.

"But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop? I knew the lord was giving me a second chance." He says. "That so?" I ask. "I had this feeling...like angels were watching over me." He smiles.

I nod. "I wouldn't expect you guys to understand." He says shyly. "Well, we'll just have try." Dean says. "You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?" I ask causing Jim to look at me with confusion. "Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?" I ask.

Causing Jim to get all defensive and lean forward. "Who'd you guys say you were again?" He asks. "Never mind. Thank you for your time." Dean says as he gets up. I sigh and follow