Episode: Season 8 - Heartache Pt. 1

A frustrated sigh escaped my mouth as I paced around the hotel room. It had been a week since Dean got back and we'd all been traveling around the country again, chasing weird cases. Which was nice to get back into the routine of it. The drawback? Oh, yeah, I wasn't allowed to come along on the hunts anymore. Dean said it wasn't safe and ordered me to stay at the hotel with Yasmin. And to say that I was peeved about it? Massive understatement.

"Okay so we've got two suspects in two identical murders in two different cities that both had organ transplants a year ago," Dean concluded as he discussed the recent hunt with Sam.

"Yeah. Also-" Sam started to say as he lie stretched out across the twin bed from where Yaz was teething on a toy ring.

"Love when there's an 'also'," Dean muttered before taking a swig from his Starbucks coffee cup.

"I got to thinking about all that stuff Arthur Swenson was talking about," Sam began before being briefly interrupted by Yasmin crying and making grabbing motions with her hands towards him.

He smiled and immediately obliged after he'd swung his feet over the side of the bed, swinging her up into his arms. Yasmin giggled, grinning her toothless baby smile up at her uncle. I tried hard to ignore the flash of hurt that crossed Dean's face at their close relationship. He wanted that so badly, I knew. But in typical Dean-fashion, he quickly covered it up as Sam continued.

"Maybe your translation app called it "language unknown" because it's a dead language, like uh, ancient Greek or Manx,"

"Manx?" Dean repeated in confusion.

"Isle of Man," I told him, our eyes meeting briefly be fore Sam went on.

"So I e-mailed an audio file of Arthur's mumbling to Dr. Morrison, the anthropology professor,"

"Okay. Okay, let's get on the road," Dean said.

"Headed to...?" Sam trailed off questioningly, Yasmin trying desperately to tug at strands of his shaggy brown hair.

"Well, if we are in a repeat of a cycle from six months ago, then after the murders in Minneapolis and in Ames, the next heart attack was in Boulder, Colorado," Dean concluded.

"Great," I said, clapping my hands together, "Let me just grab up Yaz then,"

I started to walk over to the bed when Dean's hands stopped me, holding me back by the shoulders.

"Oh, no, you're not, short-stack. You and baby girl are staying here. Too dangerous," he said sternly, a serious expression plastered to his face.

"You have got to be kidding me! Dean, what if there's a witch behind all this? Huh? What then? You need me!" I pointed out, hands on hips.

"No, Parker. I don't want you and especially not our daughter mixed up in something that could get either of you killed,"

"But Dean-"

"I said no, Parker. End of conversation."

And with those last words, he pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead and one to Yasmin's before walking out the door. I could feel anger wash over me in a hot rage. It made me want to scream - the way he was acting. My hands balled into fists subconscious in irritation and I could feel my eyes darkening, switching to demon-mode. But suddenly, I felt my hand being squeeze and I unfurled my fingers to latch onto the hand absentmindedly. When I glanced up, it was onto familiar hazel eyes and I sighed, tearing my hand away. Sam said nothing, only shot me a sad but sympathetic smile as he pressed his own kiss to the top of Yasmin's head as he sat her back down onto the bed, nodding to me once before following his older brother out the door.

I huffed in anger, clenching my jaw just as I heard Baby's engine rev up and the Impala peel out of the parking lot.

"You know what? This is not happening. I will not be left behind again!I may be a mom now but I still have a life and free will - it doesn't define me. " I said to myself, seething before muttering under my breath, "What's the point of even being on Team Free Will when you aren't even allowed a say in anything?"

Wordlessly, I grabbed up Yasmin from her perch on the bed and hurriedly gathered up the few pieces of suitcases we'd brought with us. And with that, I was out the door, my daughter on my hip. I may have been out of the game awhile but, thank goodness, hadn't lost my touch. The old car in the parking lot stated up just fine and I grinned, proud that my hot-wiring skills were still intact. Situating Yasmin inside before throwing the suitcases in the back, I hopped in the driver's seat.

"Colorado, here we come."