Croatoan part 6/?
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters belong to eric kripke and the cw
Warnings: None. Sad main character
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
Once they were back at the house, Jeremy told Alice and Dean that he was going to give Alex a bath. They both nodded and Jeremy turned to the bathroom and began to run the water. It was seven when they returned and the light was just beginning to drain out of the world. Alice was trying her best to stay awake for the movie she had turned on but the lack of sleep was finally catching up to her. She fell asleep on the couch after being home for twenty minutes.
She woke up at eight forty-five to a light voice coming through the wall. She stood and it took her a while to realize that even though she fell asleep on the couch, she was now in her room. She walked out and followed the voice, which led her to Dean’s room.
“Hey,” she said. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. Dean looked up at her and nodded. Alice noticed that he was holding the H.A.M radio’s microphone in his hands; that explained who he was talking to.
“Alright, Chuck, I’ll talk to you in a few,” Dean said as he raised the mike to his mouth.
“Alright, Dean, see you soon.”
“See ya, Chuck.” Dean put the mike back on top of the dresser and looked up at Alice. “Hey,” he said nonchalantly.
“So, that guy-“
“Chuck,” Dean cut in.
“Yeah, Chuck. You said he run some sort of camp or something?” Alice let her arms fall from the crossed position on her chest and jammed her hands into her pockets.
“Yeah, up in Oregon. Its call Camp Chitaqua.” Alice gave him a questioning look. “Hey, don’t look at me,” he said with a slight chuckle. “I didn’t name the camp.”
“Well, it’s a pretty strange name,” Alice replied. Dean nodded in agreement. “So I’m assuming you’re going to continue with your search for Camp Chitaqua, aren’t you?” Alice shuffled her feet and kicked her left heel with her right foot. Dean looked up at her and she hung her head.
“I have to go back. It’s the only place where familiar faces are; people as close to family as I have,” Dean explained. His eyes were thick with apology and his heart felt heavy in his chest.
“It’s fine. In all honesty,” Alice moved from the door and sat on the edge of the queen bed facing away from Dean, “I’d probably do the same thing; go back to familiar faces, family and loved ones. It’s totally reasonable.”
“I’m sorry,” Dean said. He doesn’t know why he says it, but he does feel sorry; he feels like he’s abandoning her, even if she was never really his responsibility. Dean may not consciously know it yet, but Alice strangely reminds him of Sam.
“You don’t need to apologize, Dean. Like I said, I’d probably do the same thing. If it’s where your friends and family are, then by all means, go back to them. No hard feelings,” Alice said. She was being truthful- she wanted Dean to be with loved ones, but she would miss the company of someone older. She liked having someone to talk to besides Jeremy and Alex. It was nice to have a different perspective on things, and she could tell Dean things that she just couldn’t tell Alex or Jeremy.
“I’ll stick around for a couple more days,” Dean explained, “But Chuck said that they could really use my help down at camp, and there are a few people that would really like to see me…” he trailed off, scratching at his shoulder.
“No, like I said, its fine.” Alice stood and went to leave, but turned back to Dean. “Hey, do you know I how got in my room? I could have sworn that I fell asleep on the couch.”
“Oh, yeah, I kind of, uh, put you in your room,” Dean answered. He shifted uncomfortably where he sat.
“You carried me to my bed?” Alice asked. She raised her eyebrow in question, and it made Dean shift again.
“Yeah, um,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked Alice. She was still looking at him, waiting for an answer. “Hey, you were laying there all scrunched up and uncomfortable. It looked painful and I thought your neck was going to break.” Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing out a frustrated breath. Alice just chuckled and turned to leave the room.
“Thanks Dean,” she called over her shoulder. He nodded silently and stood up to get water.
Alice was sitting on the couch again, reading a book by lantern light. She had pulled her legs up close to her body and sat in a content and comfortable position. Dean squinted through the dim lighting and read the title of her book. It read ‘Salem’s Lot’.
“Good book?” Dean asked. He grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water. Alice looked over the brim of her book.
“Great book. I don’t know why, but Stephen King’s books are always awesome,” she looked back down and continued with her story.
“I’ve never read a Stephen King book,” Dean admitted as he raised the cup to his lips and drank the cool water.
“What?” Alice slammed the book pages-down on her lap. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never, ever read a Stephen King book!”
“What is there an echo in here?”
“Well that’s just unacceptable!” Alice jumped off her seat on the couch and walked behind one of the shelves holding DVD’s. She knelt down and Dean saw a stack of books he’d never noticed. Alice mumbled something to herself as she panned through the stack of books. She stopped to look at the spine of one book, shook her head, and continued thrumming through the books.
“Um…” Dean voiced. He’d been standing in the kitchen waiting for Alice to do something for a minute now.
“One second,” Alice said, drawing out the two words. She pulled a book out from between to larger books and raised it in the air with triumph. “Hah!” she called. She rose to her feet and walked over to where Dean was standing. She smirked and held out the book. Dean set down his glass and took hold of the book being presented to him. Dean took it from her, and realized just how thick this book was.
“Whoa, that’s a lot heavier than I thought it would be,” he said as he slammed another hand on the top cover of the book, preventing it from toppling to the floor.
“Yes, it’s a big boy’s book,” Alice joked.
“This isn’t a big boy’s book, this is a bible!” Dean exclaimed. Alice just laughed.
“Dude, calm down, they’re short stories. I’ll start you off small so you don’t hurt yourself,” Alice said, patting Dean on the shoulder with a sympathetic smile. Dean just rolled his eyes and opened to the front page that read ‘Skeleton Crew’.
“Where do I even begin with this?” Dean asked thumbing through the pages of the book. Alice had begun to walk back to the couch and she looked over her shoulder at Dean.
“Start on ‘The Mist’, it’s one of the shorter ones and its pretty good,” Alice said, sitting back down on the couch and picking her book up. She opened back up onto her page and began to read again. Dean looked at her for a second before going to the front of the book again to find what page ‘The Mist’ started on. He found the page number and flipped to the page while he walked to the lounge chair he often rested in. he sat and began to read. It was ten thirty-five before he began to get tired, and he decided that he should probably sleep, since he was going to be heading out in a day. He was never a very fast reader, and only got through a chapter and a half.
“Okay,” Dean said, slamming the book shut after glimpsing at the page number. “I’m going to sleep.” Dean rose from his seat and walked towards his room.
“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning,” Alice said over her shoulder. Dean waved to her and closed the door behind him. Alice huffed and returned to reading. She read for another hour or so before heading off to bed herself.
She opened her door quietly and stepped inside without a sound, trying her best not to wake Alex and Jeremy. When Alex shifted, Alice froze, but after a small groan and some shifting, Alice knew she was still asleep. Alice went over to her bed and sat on the edge, pulling off her jeans and socks in one fell swoop. She swapped her t-shirt for an oversized night shirt and lied on her back. Even though Dean wasn’t family, he was the closest thing to an adult figure that she had, even if he wasn’t really making rules around the house or telling her what to do. The fact that there was another adult- an ex-hunter no less- was around gave her a great sense of security. She knew, though, that she couldn’t ask Dean to stick around, she knew he had other things to do and that they needed to get done. There was no denying that she was going to miss having another person around.
Part Seven
Warnings: None. Sad main character
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
Once they were back at the house, Jeremy told Alice and Dean that he was going to give Alex a bath. They both nodded and Jeremy turned to the bathroom and began to run the water. It was seven when they returned and the light was just beginning to drain out of the world. Alice was trying her best to stay awake for the movie she had turned on but the lack of sleep was finally catching up to her. She fell asleep on the couch after being home for twenty minutes.
She woke up at eight forty-five to a light voice coming through the wall. She stood and it took her a while to realize that even though she fell asleep on the couch, she was now in her room. She walked out and followed the voice, which led her to Dean’s room.
“Hey,” she said. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. Dean looked up at her and nodded. Alice noticed that he was holding the H.A.M radio’s microphone in his hands; that explained who he was talking to.
“Alright, Chuck, I’ll talk to you in a few,” Dean said as he raised the mike to his mouth.
“Alright, Dean, see you soon.”
“See ya, Chuck.” Dean put the mike back on top of the dresser and looked up at Alice. “Hey,” he said nonchalantly.
“So, that guy-“
“Chuck,” Dean cut in.
“Yeah, Chuck. You said he run some sort of camp or something?” Alice let her arms fall from the crossed position on her chest and jammed her hands into her pockets.
“Yeah, up in Oregon. Its call Camp Chitaqua.” Alice gave him a questioning look. “Hey, don’t look at me,” he said with a slight chuckle. “I didn’t name the camp.”
“Well, it’s a pretty strange name,” Alice replied. Dean nodded in agreement. “So I’m assuming you’re going to continue with your search for Camp Chitaqua, aren’t you?” Alice shuffled her feet and kicked her left heel with her right foot. Dean looked up at her and she hung her head.
“I have to go back. It’s the only place where familiar faces are; people as close to family as I have,” Dean explained. His eyes were thick with apology and his heart felt heavy in his chest.
“It’s fine. In all honesty,” Alice moved from the door and sat on the edge of the queen bed facing away from Dean, “I’d probably do the same thing; go back to familiar faces, family and loved ones. It’s totally reasonable.”
“I’m sorry,” Dean said. He doesn’t know why he says it, but he does feel sorry; he feels like he’s abandoning her, even if she was never really his responsibility. Dean may not consciously know it yet, but Alice strangely reminds him of Sam.
“You don’t need to apologize, Dean. Like I said, I’d probably do the same thing. If it’s where your friends and family are, then by all means, go back to them. No hard feelings,” Alice said. She was being truthful- she wanted Dean to be with loved ones, but she would miss the company of someone older. She liked having someone to talk to besides Jeremy and Alex. It was nice to have a different perspective on things, and she could tell Dean things that she just couldn’t tell Alex or Jeremy.
“I’ll stick around for a couple more days,” Dean explained, “But Chuck said that they could really use my help down at camp, and there are a few people that would really like to see me…” he trailed off, scratching at his shoulder.
“No, like I said, its fine.” Alice stood and went to leave, but turned back to Dean. “Hey, do you know I how got in my room? I could have sworn that I fell asleep on the couch.”
“Oh, yeah, I kind of, uh, put you in your room,” Dean answered. He shifted uncomfortably where he sat.
“You carried me to my bed?” Alice asked. She raised her eyebrow in question, and it made Dean shift again.
“Yeah, um,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked Alice. She was still looking at him, waiting for an answer. “Hey, you were laying there all scrunched up and uncomfortable. It looked painful and I thought your neck was going to break.” Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing out a frustrated breath. Alice just chuckled and turned to leave the room.
“Thanks Dean,” she called over her shoulder. He nodded silently and stood up to get water.
Alice was sitting on the couch again, reading a book by lantern light. She had pulled her legs up close to her body and sat in a content and comfortable position. Dean squinted through the dim lighting and read the title of her book. It read ‘Salem’s Lot’.
“Good book?” Dean asked. He grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water. Alice looked over the brim of her book.
“Great book. I don’t know why, but Stephen King’s books are always awesome,” she looked back down and continued with her story.
“I’ve never read a Stephen King book,” Dean admitted as he raised the cup to his lips and drank the cool water.
“What?” Alice slammed the book pages-down on her lap. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never, ever read a Stephen King book!”
“What is there an echo in here?”
“Well that’s just unacceptable!” Alice jumped off her seat on the couch and walked behind one of the shelves holding DVD’s. She knelt down and Dean saw a stack of books he’d never noticed. Alice mumbled something to herself as she panned through the stack of books. She stopped to look at the spine of one book, shook her head, and continued thrumming through the books.
“Um…” Dean voiced. He’d been standing in the kitchen waiting for Alice to do something for a minute now.
“One second,” Alice said, drawing out the two words. She pulled a book out from between to larger books and raised it in the air with triumph. “Hah!” she called. She rose to her feet and walked over to where Dean was standing. She smirked and held out the book. Dean set down his glass and took hold of the book being presented to him. Dean took it from her, and realized just how thick this book was.
“Whoa, that’s a lot heavier than I thought it would be,” he said as he slammed another hand on the top cover of the book, preventing it from toppling to the floor.
“Yes, it’s a big boy’s book,” Alice joked.
“This isn’t a big boy’s book, this is a bible!” Dean exclaimed. Alice just laughed.
“Dude, calm down, they’re short stories. I’ll start you off small so you don’t hurt yourself,” Alice said, patting Dean on the shoulder with a sympathetic smile. Dean just rolled his eyes and opened to the front page that read ‘Skeleton Crew’.
“Where do I even begin with this?” Dean asked thumbing through the pages of the book. Alice had begun to walk back to the couch and she looked over her shoulder at Dean.
“Start on ‘The Mist’, it’s one of the shorter ones and its pretty good,” Alice said, sitting back down on the couch and picking her book up. She opened back up onto her page and began to read again. Dean looked at her for a second before going to the front of the book again to find what page ‘The Mist’ started on. He found the page number and flipped to the page while he walked to the lounge chair he often rested in. he sat and began to read. It was ten thirty-five before he began to get tired, and he decided that he should probably sleep, since he was going to be heading out in a day. He was never a very fast reader, and only got through a chapter and a half.
“Okay,” Dean said, slamming the book shut after glimpsing at the page number. “I’m going to sleep.” Dean rose from his seat and walked towards his room.
“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning,” Alice said over her shoulder. Dean waved to her and closed the door behind him. Alice huffed and returned to reading. She read for another hour or so before heading off to bed herself.
She opened her door quietly and stepped inside without a sound, trying her best not to wake Alex and Jeremy. When Alex shifted, Alice froze, but after a small groan and some shifting, Alice knew she was still asleep. Alice went over to her bed and sat on the edge, pulling off her jeans and socks in one fell swoop. She swapped her t-shirt for an oversized night shirt and lied on her back. Even though Dean wasn’t family, he was the closest thing to an adult figure that she had, even if he wasn’t really making rules around the house or telling her what to do. The fact that there was another adult- an ex-hunter no less- was around gave her a great sense of security. She knew, though, that she couldn’t ask Dean to stick around, she knew he had other things to do and that they needed to get done. There was no denying that she was going to miss having another person around.
Part Seven