Fractured

Chuckles

Sorry I haven't updated in four months! Here is a shorter chapter. It's not the best, but I felt bad...

After Dean had convinced Sam and me to stay an extra three hours at the bar last night, and I consumed a massive amount of alcohol, Sam was stuck with the task of driving all of us to our next destination. Before I fell asleep, most of the drive was spent with me feeling dizzy and nauseous and internally cursing Dean for my suffering. Eventually, I did fall asleep, though, and it was probably the best dreamless sleep I've had in a long time.

I jolted awake when I heard a loud and obnoxious car horn going off. I groaned loudly as a pounding headache flooded my head. I grabbed my forehead and winced at the intensity of the headache.

"Seriously, Sam," I mumbled as I heard his laugh from outside the car door.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads," Sam exclaimed loudly, or maybe my headache is making everything seem louder.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth the wet my dry mouth and throat, and mumbled, "Shut up."

Sam chuckled and handed me a large bottle full of water and coffee. I grabbed both and practically drank all the water in one gulp. I suffered from some severe dehydration, and I know this coffee won't help, but I greedily drank that. I needed energy, and it seemed Dean did too as he put sunglasses on and hunched over in the front passenger seat.

I went to shift to the middle of the back seat to listen to what Sam had to tell us easier, but I winced as a slight pain spread in my thighs and in between my legs.

Dean mustered up a slight smirk as he made eye contact with me and said, "A little sore today, sweetheart."

I grumbled under my breath and took another sip of my delicious tasting coffee. This action caused both of the boys to chuckle at me. I haven't had this bad of a hangover for a long time. A wave of sickness passed through me as I went to move again. I groaned, and I closed my eyes, willing this feeling to go away.

"I feel worse now than I did when I was hurt," I mumbled, aggravated.

"Well, I can tell you're gonna be in a good mood today," Sam sassed. I glared at the man to my left, and he shrunk away slightly.

"Was there a point waking us up so rudely," Dean asked, rubbing the center of his forehead with his fingers.

"I just scanned the Telesca's place with EMF, and it's clean," Sam said, suddenly turning serious.

I pouted and said in mock sadness, "You did the fun stuff without us?"

Sam sent me his signature scoff and said, "Look at you two. You guys can barely sit up without dying, so...."

I rolled my eyes, and Dean said, "Whatever, what else you get."

Sam smirked and said, "well, last night while you two were... out. I made some history of the house, and there are no hauntings or anything supernatural about it or the family."

"Well, if it's not the house or the people, maybe it's a cursed object or something," Dean tried to offer.

"The house was clean," Sam explained.

"We know you just said that...." I drew out sarcastically.

Sam turned to me and said, "I know, but nothing is in the house, no furniture, no nothing."

I scrunched my face in confusion, same as Dean as I asked, "Well, where is all of their stuff?"

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