Fight, Boy, Fight

Chapter 62

Dean said" All right, well, call us if he wakes up or, you know, anything. Yeah, fine. Thanks for your help, Meg." He hung up," What a bitch."
Sam said" So, Cas is the same, then?"
" Yeah, down to the drool."
" Huh."
" By the way, how is your custard?"
" It's all right. It's getting better. Just wish it wasn't like the damn tape from The Ring. I mean, I feel like I'm okay 'cause I passed on the crazy."
" No, you didn't. You heard what Cas said."
" Let's-Let's not, man..." Dean's phone rang, he answered,
" Hello? Wait. W-Who is this? Oh, yeah. Yeah, how you doing, Garth?"

My head fell, I jerked it back up, trying to wake myself up more.
Dean said" Riv, sleep."
I said" Bite me." He groaned then looked at me,
" You've gotta sleep."
" For what? You to abandon me again?"
" One time, man."
Sam said" Three times, actually."
" Sam."
" What?"
" Fine, fine, three times, okay? Can we get past it? I'm bound to abandon you again, anyways." I froze, my lip shook, the car started jerking, stopping and going.
" Dean, seriously?" He grunted, trying to stop the car, he pulled it over and pulled the keys out. He sighed as the car stopped moving,
" I'm joking, I'm joking, River."
I said" It's not a joke to me!" He sighed then reached back, I climbed up to him, landing on his knees. He turned me around and looked at me,
" I know, I'm sorry."
" It's not funny."
" I know it's not, I know, buddy. But you've gotta understand, the only times we ever leave you is because it's something big that we don't want you getting in the crossfires of. We don't want you hurt."
" And you've gotta understand, I'm not a baby anymore, I'm a freak, I can protect myself."
" You're not a freak." I made my eyes glow,
" Normal kids can't do this. By definition, I'm a freak."
" Mm, see, I just think you're special. You complete psycho." He ruffled my hair then groaned as his fingers got stuck in the tangles." Sam's turn, right?"
" You wish." Sam looked at us, chuckling, Dean dropped his head,
" How about a hair cut?" I stared at him, squinting my eyes a little, tensing my jaw, he chuckled." A bitch face from my little baby brother... Nice. You taught him that, Sam."
Sam said" Ha, no way. You raised him up, remember?" Dean clicked his teeth,
" Start driving." Sam pushed the key back in and started driving." Riv, you've gotta sleep, man."
I said" The smoke comes back."
" The smoke can't hurt you in your nightmares, it can only scare you, but I know you'd never hurt us."
" But what if I do?"
" You won't."
" But what if..."
" Then it'd be on accident or to protect us, okay? You'd never hurt us on purpose, buddy, I know that, Sam knows that."
" You swear?"
" Yeah, cross my heart." I yawned, rubbing my head," You're past the point of exhaustion, River, just... I'm asking for an hour of sleep, okay?"
" Fine. But I make no promises on the hour part."
" All right, I'll take that." I laid against his chest, his arm wrapped around me, then his other arm went over the back of my head, grounding me. I relaxed, closing my eyes, falling asleep listening to him as he started humming.
I mumbled" Stop humming Metallica, weirdo."
He whispered" You're a bigger weirdo since you know I'm humming Metallica, River." He started humming again, I dug my face into his neck before drifting off finally.
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They came out of the morgue, and got into the car,
I said" So?"
Dean said" We're between ghost or werewolf."
" Those are on opposi..." I tilted my head, huh?
" Yeah, that's where we are, buddy."

We were in a motel room,
Dean said" There's a million things with claws go bump in the night. Once you throw in invisible, the number goes down. Afternoon delights? Really, Garth? Don't you think this place is a little, uh..."
Garth said" Uh, You want a nice hot tub after a day at the office. It's the little things. I feel sad for those brewery dudes. Spend your life beautifying the world through beer. First a partner offs himself. Now two kids get ganked. By unknown freakadeek."
Sam said" According to this, Dale wasn't just a partner. He was also the brewmaster."
Dean said" Brewmaster?"
" He was widely considered a genius."
" All right, that's it." He got up," No microbrew is worth... what was it- Eight Food Magazine awards." He grabbed a beer from the fridge," Beer's not food. It's... whatever water is." He handed one to Sam," Hmm. Thighslapper." He opened it then took a sip," Wow, that's actually awesome. Damn it, I'm not even mad anymore." Then Garth was chugging the entire beer in one sitting." Wow. Party on, Garth."
Garth said" I don't even usually drink beer. It messes with my depth perception." He coughed," Especially when I skinny-dip. Hey, you guys want to hear a joke?"
Sam said" Listen to this. This is something interesting." Garth started laughing," Garth, are you drunk?"
" Dude, I just... drank a whole beer. Of course I'm drunk." He belched,
Dean said" Something interesting."
Sam said" Right. Uh..."
Garth said" Hey, can I have some more Thighslapper?"
" No."
Dean said" No. Coffee for you, Tara Reid."
Garth said" Coffee with Kalhúa in it."
Sam said" So, it says that Dale actually left the company two weeks before he died. Or... maybe he got pushed out 'cause he didn't want to sell. I mean, Baxter said the deal's been in the works for months."
Dean said" That would explain the widow. She's suing. Maybe Dale had a bone to pick, and he's still picking it."
Garth said" Right. So, maybe he's a spirito malo."
The radio said" Unit to McAnn residence. 698 Washburn."
Sam said" McAnn residence, as in Jim McAnn?"
Garth said" As in, let's hope for their sake our spirito ain't made it out of the woods. All right. Let's go check it."
" Uh, you two go. I'm gonna visit the widow." Dean stared at Sam, Sam smiled at him, I looked between them, giggling, Dean shot me a look. I smiled at him, he rolled his eyes, I ran to Sam, wrapped my arms around his neck as I stood behind him.