I hear the door creak open making me slowly open my eyes. "Morning, sunshine," Sam greets.
"What time is it," Dean groans.
"Uh, it's about 5:45," Sam replies.
"In the morning," I whine.
"Yep."
"Where does the day go?"
"Did you get any sleep last night," I ask.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple of hours."
"Liar-- 'cause I was up at 3:00, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial," I say, sliding out of bed.
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV," he shrugs.
"When's the last time you got a good night's sleep," I question.
"I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it is," Dean pipes in.
"Look, I appreciate you guys' concern, but--"
"Oh, I'm not concerned. It's your job to keep me alive, so I need you sharp," Dean says as I stand up and walk toward him.
"Well, I am concerned. Are you still having nightmares about Jess," I ask softly.
"Yeah, but it's not just her. It's everything," he admits, handing me the coffee he got me. He hands the other one to Dean, as we take a seat across from him. "I just forgot, you know? This job-- it gets to you."
"I get it, but you can't let it. You can't bring it home."
"So, what? All this-- it never keeps either of you up at night?" Dean shakes his head.
"Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really." Sam scoffs before reaching under Dean's pillow and pulling out a knife. "That's not fear. That is precaution."
"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue."
"Well, unlike Dean, I understand," I say making Sam look at me. "I didn't sleep well after I stopped hunting. I had nightmares every night," I admit.
"When did they stop?"
"When I realized that if anything were to happen, I could handle it," I answer. All of a sudden, Dean's phone starts to ring, and Dean leans over and grabs it.
I wonder who's calling this early.
"Hello?"
I lean over and kiss Sam's cheek. "Thanks for the coffee," I smile.
"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" He's silent for a bit. "What is it?" After he hangs up, he speaks. "Well, I know where we're heading next."
"Where," I ask.
"Kittanning, Pennsylvania."
"All right, let me take a quick shower," I nod, standing up. I walk over to my bag and grab a change of clothes, before disappearing into the bathroom.
*Kittanning, Pennsylvania*
"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out," Jerry admits.
"Yeah, he told us. It was a poltergeist," Sam says.
""Poltergeist"? Man I love that movie," someone comments.
"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking," Jerry says. "Damn right it was a poltergeist-- practically tore our house apart. Tell you something-- If it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive," He admits. "Your said said you were off at college. Is that right?"
"Yeah, I was. I'm... taking some time off," Sam nods.
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time," Jerry says.
"He did?"
"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, and Callie?"
"Yes," I ask.
"He talked about you too. He said your families knew each other," he says.
"Yeah, they did," I nod.
"Why'd you stop doing this sort of thing?"
"Uh, a few years ago... I almost lost my life. I was seconds from death, and it kind of put things in perspective I guess," I admit.
"I get that. Well, he talked about you too. Said you were damn good at what you did. Oh, hey, I tried to get ahold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doin' anyway?"
"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now," Dean lies.
"Well, we're missing the old man. We get Sam and Callie. Even trade, huh? Anyway, I got something I want you guys to hear."