I woke up to a painful headache, a sore throat, and a stuffed up nose. At first, I didn't want to move. But after a few minutes, I opened up my eyes. Light streamed in through the single window near the ceiling. It was bright and made my head hurt more. I closed my eyes again and pulled my blankets up over my head.
After about five minutes of shivering under ten tons of blankets- I pushed them back off and swung my legs over the side of my bed. Slowly, I shuffled out of my room into the library of the bunker. Dean and Bobby were both sitting at the table, looking through old books and files.
"Got a hunt?" My voice came out scratchy and dry, and it cracked when I said hunt.
"Oh hey, TJ." Dean said with a small smile. "How do you feel?" I folded my arms over my chest uncomfortably.
"Like crap." I croaked, Followed by three sneezes.
"You want something to eat?" Bobby asked.
"No." I said sitting down at the table and sniffing. "I'm not hungry."
"You want some coffee?" Dean asked nodding towards a mug he had in front of him. I nodded. He stood up and walked out of the room to retrieve my drink.
"What time is it?" I asked, coughing a bit.
"Four o'clock."
"Seriously?" I asked, rubbing my head. He nodded. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?" I asked.
"Taylor- your sick." Bobby said looking at me confused.
"So- I can still help you guys." I said gesturing to the books and papers.
"No-" Dean said walking back into the room with a mug in his hand. "No you can't." He placed the coffee in front of me.
"Thanks." I said quietly, picking it up in both my hands and holding it under my nose. The warm steam felt nice against my face. I took a long drink, and sighed as the warm liquid made its way down my sore throat. "Wheres Sam?" I asked looking around, realizing the book worm wasn't in the library for once.
"Sleeping." Dean said, closing a file. "He's just as sick as you."
"Oh." I said. "What about Cas?" I asked thinking about last night. Dean shifted uncomfortably.
"He- He's getting information on the case." Dean said.
"Yeah okay-" I said looking at him strange. Why was he acting weird? "Well," I started, standing up. "if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go be sick while exploring the deeps of the internet." I turned and slowly made my way back to my room. I heard a soft tapping on my door, shortly after I had shut it. "Come in." I said as loud as my crackly voice could muster.
To my surprise, Dean pushed open the door.
"Hey, Can we talk?" He asked. I nodded, and he stepped in, shutting the door behind him. I scotched over to make room for him next to me on the end of my bed. He sat down, and didn't say anything. He just looked really conflicted about something.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, getting slightly worried. "Is it Cas?" I asked, my eyes growing wide. "Is- Is something wrong? Is he O-"
"He's fine, TJ." Dean said, making me relax a bit.
"Then what do you want to talk about?" I asked, rubbing my head to make my headache go away.
"Well, about Cas actually..." He said slowly. CRAP HE KNOWS- HE SO KNOWS! I decided to play it cool and figure out what this was about before I completely gave everything away.
"What about him?" I asked 'smoothly' (In case your wondering- when I say 'smoothly' I actually mean it sounded panicked and it didn't help that my voice cracked when I said him.). Dean sighed and looked up at me.
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Eternally Yours (A Supernatural Fanfiction)
FanfictionI don't have much left in life. Not many hunters do. We sacrifice it all for the good of man kind. I would gladly die for someone I barely know. It's how I was brought up. Others first, you second. I guess that's why I thought I wouldn't ever fall...
