Episode: Season 1, Scarecrow Pt. 1

"Alright, so the names dad gave us, they're all couples?" Sam asked as he drove the Impala down the road.

Trees loomed up around us, making the night seem that much darker.

"Three different couples all went missing," Dean told him.

I lied down on the back seat and gazed out the back window at the star-lit sky as they talked. A couple of hours ago, the boys had received a phone call from John. Finally. I had hoped that the man wasn't dead somewhere. It would be hard on them if he had been. But John didn't seem to even care that we'd spent the past few weeks searching for him which made me so mad. All he wanted us to do was keep hunting.

Which I didn't mind necessarily, I'd always enjoyed hunting things...maybe a little too much. But after we'd been looking for him this long, it was a bit of a kick in the face not to at least get a 'thanks for going on a cross-country trip to find me'. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. I guess that was John Winchester for you, though. He'd always been nice enough to me but sometimes, he could be hard on the boys.

"So dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?" Sam asked Dean, breaking me out of my thoughts.

My eyes flitted to them as I watched them bicker.

Dean pointed at him briefly without looking up from the map, "Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this ? The different obits dad had to go through, the man's a master,"

Without warning, Sam pulled to the side of the road, the wheels swerving slightly on the bumpy gravel. I sat up in my seat and turned to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion.

"We're not going to Indiana," Sam sighed.

Dean arched an eyebrow at his little brother, "We're not?"

"No, we're going to California. Dad called from a pay phone. Sacramento area code,"

"Sam-"

"Dean, if this demon killed mom and Jess and dad's closing in, we got to be there. We've got to help," Sam defended himself.

"Dad doesn't want our help!" Dean grumbled.

"Well, I don't care," he shot back.

I laughed out loud from my position in the back.

"Ooh, Sammy's getting a backbone," I whooped and Dean shot me a look.

I just shrugged at him, "Well, it's true,"

"We don't always have to do what he says," Sam said, turning in his seat to face Dean.

"Sam, dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It's important,"

"All right, I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge,"

"All right, look, I know how you feel-" Dean started to say but Sam cut him off.

"Do you ? How old were you when mom died, Jess died six months ago. How would you know how I feel?" he shot back angrily.

I swallowed and bit my lip, "Well, this is making me uncomfortable..."

"Dad said it wasn't safe for any of us. He obviously knows something that we don't. So if he says to stay away, we stay away,"

"I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it's like you don't even question him,"

"Yeah, it's called being a good son!" Dean spat.

My eyebrows went to my hairline as Sam opened up his car door before getting out and slamming it shut behind him. I turned to Dean and shook my head at him patronizingly.

"Now you see what you did?" I rolled my eyes before crawling across the backseat and out the door after Sam.

As I walked around to the back of the Impala, Sam was heaving his backpack out of the trunk.

"Sam!" I admonished, "You can't just leave!"

Dean came around the other side and glared over at Sam.

"You're selfish, you know that ? You just do whatever you want. You don't care what anybody thinks," Dean said.

Sam gave him a look, "That's what you really think?"

"Yes, it is," he shot back in anger.

Sam scoffed before pulling out his last bag from the trunk and heaving it over his shoulder.

"Well, this selfish guy is going to California," he told Dean gruffly before walking off down the road.

"Come on, you're not serious," Dean called after him.

"I am serious!" Sam said over his shoulder, not looking back at his older brother.

"It's the middle of the night," Dean huffed.

"He can't do that to me!" I muttered under my breath before chasing after him, "Sam! Sam!"

My boots thudded loudly on the cracked pavement of the road as I reached him, grabbing him by the wrist to spin him around to face me.

"You can't just leave me with him!" I shouted, pointing a finger at Dean accusatory as if it was his fault, "I won't stay with him!"

Sam sighed and looked down as he towered over me. I'd always hated that. One of the many cons of being short, I guess.

"Parker, you have to..." he sighed before continuing, "You have to keep an eye on him for me,"

"Why me?! Why can't you do it?" I groaned, stamping my foot on the ground.

"Because it's a matter of principle!" Sam ground his teeth together in anger, "But he's still my brother. And I know I can count on you, Park,"

He looked down at me with dark-chocolate puppy-dog eyes and finally, I sighed.

"Fine! I'll stay with him," I relented, pointing my finger at him, "But this is NOT going to happen again, Sam Winchester!"

He shot me a small smile, ignoring my threats as he grabbed me up in a hug, smushing me to his chest.

"Thanks, Parker. I owe you one," he said quietly, cheek against the top of my head.

I groaned and pushed on his chest, wriggling out of his grasp before brushing the wrinkles out of my clothes.

"No mushy stuff, Sammy. Just promise to call me when you get to Cali," I said and he nodded.

"Promise." he said, nodding to me one last time before walking away down the road.

"Hey, I'm taking off! I will leave your behind! You hear me?!" Dean shouted at me from the Impala.

I walked as slowly as I could and when I finally reached an impatiently waiting Dean, I smirked over at him. Serves him right for yelling at me.

"Ready." I sang out, walking over and jumping in the passenger side.

He rolled his green eyes in annoyance and started the vehicle before we sped off down the road. I glanced over at him.

"So if I get to sit up front, does that mean I get to pick the music?" I faked a smile his direction.

He narrowed his eyes, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cake-hole."

I pouted and looked out my window, "I miss Sam already...and now I want some donut-holes."

Oh, this would be an adventure.