Supernatural Feelings

The Voice Inside Her Head

'GUYS!' I cried worrying for their lives.

The pair flung themselves over the side just as the car came to a halt directly where they had been standing moments before.

Sam was hanging on, slowly hefting himself back onto the bridge itself but there was no sign of Dean.

'Dean!' I yelled running back down the hill and looking across the water.

I saw a patch that still had rippled flooding it, giving away the fact Dean had just plunged into the water at that point.

I quickly stripped off my beloved leather jacket and boots and dived into the freezing water after him. I'd die before I let him die.

I felt as if ice was flowing through my veins as I swam swiftly through the water towards Dean's form which had finally surfaced and was struggling through the water on an angle towards the bank.

I aimed my body in his direction and swam over to help him, fighting against the running currents.

'Riot?' Dean sputtered as I wrapped my arm around him and began helping him swim to the bank.

Together we hauled ourselves out and collapsed onto our backs in the mud, our skin covered in it from struggling through the shallows.

'Are you guys ok?' Sam called from above us.

'We're fine,' Dean called back, panting from our late night dip in the river.

'Well, that's enough fun for me for one night,' I added, slowly easing my tired body into a seated position.

Dean chuckled and did the same.

'Damn right,' he replied and stood up. I couldn't hold in the laugh. 'What?!'

'You should look in a mirror,' I laughed.

'Look who's taking sweetheart,' he replied and reached out a hand to help me up.

'Thanks.' I rolled my eyes and we smiled at each other. 'Let's get back to the motel before someone sees our pretty faces like this.'

The pair of us trekked up the hill and met Sam on the bridge. Sam chuckled when he saw our sorry asses and I shot him a glare. He shut up instantly, probably remembering earlier today.

'Let's go, I don't want to become road kill thanks to my own car,' Dean said and strode over to the car, getting in behind the wheel.

'I call shotgun,' I said before jogging over to the car and swinging myself in beside Dean.

Once Sam was seated in the back seat Dean stepped on the gas and we were flying back into town like we had the devil on our tail.

'Why do we always have to get the biggest crap hole motels?' I asked horrified and Dean pulled into the parking lot of our latest residence.

'A. It's inconspicuous and B. It's the way Dad taught us,' Dean replied. He had always been Daddy little warrior, I shouldn't have expected any other answer.

We walked in and I kept a wary eye out in case the joint decided to take it's leave with us inside.

'Three singles?' Dean asked the man.

'Closest we've got is two singles,' the man behind the desk said.

'That'll do.' Dean handed over his credit card and the man looked at it closely.

'Aframain? You guys having a reunion or something?' he asked, confusing us all. 'Another guy with named Aframain checked in a few days back.'

'Oh, yeah. What room is he in again?' Dean replied taking back his card.