Destiny

Chapter Four

Sam and Dean got into their Black Chevy Impala. 1967 I think. It was a nice car. I got into my blue two striped 1999 Dodge Viper. I liked mine a lot more then there’s. Even Dean even seemed to be a little impressed. I quickly pulled out of the small lot and they followed.

As I was driving I found that I could not stop thinking about the Winchesters. I found that I was actually jealous of them. They did this together. They had company in that car. It seemed like I never had any one with me. The only one of my family that was ever willing to come with me was Wyatt. Everyone else looked at me like an out sider. Even my three sisters never really wanted to be around me unless they had to. I’m just so different from them. I was not as close to one person in my family as these two where to each other. The thought of how in my 21 years of life I have never felt as close to any one as them two idiots. I cried even thought I would not ever let anyone know that. I cried and then the next thing I knew I was there.

The first thing we did when we got into town was look for a place to stay. We found this cheap little inn. That seemed to be where these two liked to stay. We went up to the really skinny old man that sat behind the front desk.

“We would like a room?” Dean said to the man who looked up from the paper he was reading and gave us a look over. He chuckled then handed Dean one room key.

“Have fun.” The old man told us. It did not magic to know that this guy was thinking sick thoughts about the three of us. Dean sort of smiled as if he was happy the guy was thinking what he was. So I pushed him a side.

“We need two rooms.” I told him. He blushed a little then handed me a key of my own. “Thanks.” I said as I stormed off.

                When I got to my room it was the last room all the way down the line. Sam and Deans was right next to me. I went in and threw my bag down and sat on the bed. I pulled out my cell phone and saw that I had ten missed calls sense I checked last. All from Wyatt. He is the only one who knows how it is to be me. Everyone in are family look at him the same way. They’re scared. Scared that one day he might snap and try to take over the world or something. I thought about calling him back but I had nothing to say to him. What was I going to tell him? That I failed again, that I’m not coming home. I shut my phone and put it back in my bag. If they really needed me Aunt Page, Leo, Wyatt, or Chris, or Prudence would all be able to just orb over to me. There is really no need for the phone.

                I pulled out the file I had in my bag that contained the hit list the witch was following. I then pulled out the phone book from the bed side table. I opened it up to the rite page. I looked it over there where seven Victoria Newman’s in this town but the only one we were looking for was a cop. Then there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Sam standing on the other side of the door.

                “What?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

                “No nothing’s wrong. I just came to tell you that Dean went to get us something to eat then we are ready to leave when you are.” It was so weird how different he was from his brother. I was not used to being around someone who was not scared of me. Even Dean was scared of me. I motioned for him to come in and he did. He sat down in one of the little chairs that sat around the small table in the corner. It was hard not to laugh because he looked like a giant sitting in that little chair.

                “If you don’t mind me asking what the hell is wrong with your brother?”

                “What do you mean?” He responded even though he knew dame well what I meant.

                “I don’t know the fact that he is a complete ass.” I told him.

                “He will worm up once he gets to know you. I promise. He just doesn’t trust people. We have been lied to a lot.”