Chapter 6

A couple of days passed. No jobs made me really bored. I guess I just had to do something. So, I plugged my earbuds in, and went to the basement of Bobby's house. He had a few weights, and a punching bag. It'll be a nice work out.

I started to stretch out my legs. Then my arms. Before I started to smell like one of Dean's socks, I ran upstairs to grab water. I pretended not to notice Dean standing in the kitchen. He seemed like he just woke up, sipping on coffee. Hah. I was up earlier, so I got the fresh coffee.

I ran back down the stairs, actually paying attention to the music playing in my ears. 'Sugar, We're Going Down' by Fall Out Boy blasted through the cheap earbuds. I nodded my head as I began my workout. Start simple.

Weights.

I placed 20 pounds on each side of the bar, and slipped under it on the press bench. I counted in my head; one, two three, four... I went up to ten. I took a few seconds to catch my breath. Then went back to doing ten more. I guess I really haven't done this in a while. I started to hum, then sing quietly to AC/DCs 'Back in Black'.

"Let loose from the nooseThat's kept me hanging aboutI keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me highForget the hearse cause I'll never dieI got nine lives cat's eyesUsing every one of them and runnin' wildCause I'm backYes I'm back well I'm backYes I'm backWell I'm back backWell I'm back in blackYes I'm back in blackBack in the back of a Cadillac." I continued to hum.

I picked myself up from the bench, and went to the small shelf that held the bandages for wrestling. I wrapped my hands, and ankles. I started to bounce on my heels a little. I threw a kick, making the punching bag move a little. I switched legs, kicking it with as much force as I could. I packed in a few more kicks, creating the bag to swing a little more. I steadied the bag, holding it for a few minutes.

I went to grab some water, when my bottle wasn't there. I saw a pair of black boots standing where a bench was. I looked up, seeing Dean with a smug look on his face.

I pulled my earbud from my ear, and my iPod on the bench, "Hi."

"Having fun? I mean, beating the crap outta that bag, and listening to AC/DC?" He replied.

I snatched my water from his hand, chugging the whole thing, "Yes, I am. It's wonderful to take out rage and stuff without yelling your vocals out."

He rolled his eyes, "Well, I haven't been in a fair fight in awhile. Wanna skirmish?"

"Fine, but when I kick your ass, you owe me pie." I played a fair game.

"What's in it for me? If I win?"

"Anything." I thought, "Except for sex."

I heard him curse under his breath. I chuckled. We both ran up the steps. I removed the white bandages from my hands, then stopped at the top of the steps. I unwrapped my feet, and caught up with Dean. He was standing outside, in the dirt, with no shirt on, his sweatpants, and barefoot .

"This fair?" He asked.

"Considering that I'm wearing a sports bra, and shorts, sure."

I walked up to him, standing across from him. We got in our stances, and I stayed where I was. I waited for the first move. Dean, being the stupid person he was, charged at me. I moved out of the way, causing him to nearly fall. With him in his position, I took my knee and pushed him forward, making him land face first into the dirt. He threw his arm back, allowing me to grab it, and pin it behind his back. He grunted. I pulled his upward, causing him to tap out.

I got up from his back, and watched as he stretched out his arm. I laughed as he looked at me.

"Best two out of three." He grunted.

"Face it idjit, she kicked your smug little ass." Bobby piped in.

I guess he's been watching.

"Thank you! You-" I poked his chest, "owe me pie ."

I walked back inside, and grabbed more water. I closed the small refrigerator, holding a water bottle. I was surprised there was actually water in the household.

"So, how was wrestling?" Sam's deep voice chimed from behind me.

I jumped a little, "Easy."

"It's Dean. I'm surprised he lost." He chuckled.

"I will take you down with him." I grunted.

"Come at me!" He stated.

I placed my water on the counter. Without warning, I pounced on him. He fell backwards, landing on the old tile. I straddled his hips, and shoved my forearm over his throat.

"You're funny." He stated.

In an instant, I was on my back. I squealed, feeling his hands pin my arms above my head. He smiled in victory.

"Well, this is awkward." Dean's voice was above us.

Sam and I looked at each other. We cracked up. Dean just looked at us with a weird confused look. I cracked up even harder.

"Looks like I owe Sammy, and Dean owes me." I commented, still laying on the floor. I pushed Sam off of me, "I'm going to finish my work out. See ya' in like an hour."

"Jeez. I didn't see you to be an athlete." Dean said.

"Oh, I'm not. Just trying to keep in shape." I replied, walking downstairs. I grabbed my iPod.

I ran back upstairs, and snatched my tennis shoes. Running was next on my agenda. I plugged my earbuds back in, and listened to what was being played. 'Best Day of My Life' by American Authors blasted my eardrums.

A slight tap on my shoulder made me jump.

"Mind if I run?" Sam asked. He wore workout clothing, and had his own music.

"I don't mind." I replied, plugging my stuff back in.

"I hear it calling outside my windowI feel it in my soul

The stars were burning so brightThe sun was out 'til midnightI say we lose control

Oo-o-o-o-o-oThis is gonna be the best day of my lifeMy li-i-i-i-i-ii-ifeOo-o-o-o-o-oThis is gonna be the best day of my lifeMy li-i-i-i-i-ii-ifeThis is gonna be, this is gonna be, this is gonna beThe best day of my lifeEverybody look up."

I ran with the music.

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Halfway through our run, Sam pulled out my earbud. I stopped to catch my breath, looking around. It was behind Bobby's junk yard.

"So, having fun running?" He asked.

"I'm surprised my moose couldn't keep up." I ruffled his hair.

"Shut up. I weigh more than you!"

"You have longer legs!"

Sam seemed to think a little, "You win." He looked somewhat sarcastic.

All of the sudden a dark wave of pain fell over me. I started to wheeze. Something wasn't right. I looked at Sam. He looked okay to me, but at the same time, he wasn't.

"Sam, are you okay?" I asked, feeling the pain in my lungs.

"Tired, but yes." He said. I tried to stand, but couldn't, "Are you okay?"

"Sammy, you'd tell me if you were okay, right?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Uh, sure. Why?"

"Because. I can tell you're lying. I can sense it. I can feel... I think sadness , depression... And anger." I looked over at him.

"I'm fine. I promise." He spoke back.

"O-o-okay. But, uh... We should get back. I'm kinda getting tired. And hungry." I straightened myself.

Sam's large hand wrapped around mine, creating something to flow through me. Love.

"One more thing." He said in a low tone.

I didn't speak, but the emotion came through a passionate kiss. At first, I didn't do anything, but I got into it. I didn't know how far though... I still didn't know of I liked either of them. Crush , or friend wise.

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We walked back into Bobby's small home. Dean was sprawled across the couch, snoring , and Bobby was sitting at his counter.

I looked at him. A new feeling washed over me. It felt dark. Darker than anger. Like... Death.

"Bobby, are you okay? You look a little pale... And tired." I asked, "And you smell like death."

"I need to talk to you. About that actually." He mumbled in his gruff tone.

"Oh, god Bobby. Please-"

"I am dead... I've been dead for a couple'a months." His head hung low. How was I oblivious to this?

"No... How did it happen?" My voice became a whisper.

"Dick Roman. Leviathan." He mumbled.

"Oh, Bobby." I covered my mouth and started to tear up.

"I was shot in the melon. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."Bobby's face hung lower.

"I'm fine, Bobby. Just, nobody wanted to tell me this?" I turned to Sam.

Sam hung his head, but Bobby spoke again, "Don't get all angry with 'em. I told them not tah tell ya.' I didn't want to add on with your parents."

"A little late for that... Bobby, how are you picking up things and eating?" I asked.

"Well, it's all an illusion." He replied simply.

"Oh."

Without another word, I went up to the extra room. I closed the door, and slowly slid down the door. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them. I tarted to do something I hadn't done in a while.

I cried.

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A/N: so... I've prewritten eleven more chapters... Hah... I'm sorry. Please don't murder me.

FYI: they're not half-assed. *wink, wink* haha.