Fractured

Loosing Track Of Time

It's been five days since our incident with Meg, and I still haven't really talked much. We haven't had any new cases either, which is good because it is giving us some time to recuperate, which I'm gonna need a lot of.

Two days ago, Sam went out and got me a small boot for my foot, and a cane I can use to help walk. Dean is in no better shape than me, but he's playing it off because he is so worried about me. Every time he says or does something he looks at me to see how I'm gonna react.

I've been trying to find things to do to keep my mind occupied and busy because every time I have nothing to do, I just think about my parents. The images of them dying have been engraved in my head. Because of this it's been incredibly difficult to sleep. I've been waking up in cold sweats, and crying because that's all I see when I close my eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh as Dean turned the radio up in the car. Today is the first day we decided to actually get up and leave that horrible hotel room. I was sitting in the back right behind Dean so I could elevate my right leg, and attempt to read a book.

Dean started to thump his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of the music as he looked over at Sam who was passed out. He stopped for a moment, and had his thinking face on. Dean reached over to grab a plastic spoon from his middle console, and put it in Sam's mouth which is wide open. My face was hidden, so Dean couldn't see it. This was the first time I've smiled in six days.

Dean grabbed his phone and took a picture of Sam, chuckling to himself. He quickly put his phone away, and turned the music even louder, which made Sam jump awake. Confused, he swatted the plastic spoon out of his mouth, and looked over to Dean with an unamused look on his face.

"Ha ha, very funny," Sam said annoyed as he turned the music back down to a normal volume, which I was very thankful for.

Dean smirked as he said, "Sorry, not a lot of scenery in east Texas. I had to entertain myself somehow."

Sam seemed really mad at Dean as he went on a tangent about not being little kids, and how he didn't want Dean to start up with pranking him like he used too. I almost giggled at their childishness, but didn't have it in me too.

We hit a pretty sizable pot hole, which jolted the whole car. I groaned in pain, and I immediately clutched my torso with my arm.

"Shit, Devyn. You okay," Dean asked, panicked.

I nodded at him through the rearview mirror, as my abdomen muscle started to relax again. This has been hell, worse than anything I've ever been through. I'm just happy I have pain meds this time.

"Where are we," Sam questioned once he knew I was okay.

"A few hours outside of Richardson," Dean sang playfully. "Read me that memo again," Dean requested Sam.

Sam picked up a piece of paper that was sitting on the dashboard and started to explain, "Alright, well, a month or two ago this group of kids went poking around the town's local haunted house."

"Haunted by what," Dean interrupts, clearly only wanting to know the important stuff, not the whole story.

Sam rolls his eyes and answers, "A pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend says that it takes girls and strings them up in rafters."

I gulp as I heard this, of course it would go after girls. Why can't we have a female spirit that goes after men or something.

"The group of kids find this girl in the cellar of the house," Sam says after they both look back at me, which I ignore.

Dean sighed and asked, "Anyone ID the corpse?"

"By the time the cops got there the body was gone," Sam said. "The cops were just saying the kids were just making things up."