Bridge Over Troubled Water part 2Everyone needs something constant in their life, something to keep them grounded. For me, it's my baby. She's always been there for me, even before she was mine. When Sammy ran away for two weeks, I would escape the hard glares from Dad with her. When Sammy got so smacked up on blood that he couldn't think straight, she was there for me. When Dad died and I couldn't stand myself, she let me beat her and still remained for me. She is constant and she is home. She is mine and I am hers.But she's not comforting me now. I am sitting on her hood, her heat coming through my jeans, she's trying to comfort me and I love her for it, but it doesn't work. I've had five beers and a third of a bottle of whiskey by now, yet I'm needy for more when I see Sammy walk towards me with a six pack in hand."Hey." Sammy says as he hands me the liquid bliss and climbs onto my baby. His shoes are filthy. Good. I can wash her later, and wax her. Maybe it will take my mind off of that idiot."Hey.""You okay?"
Stone ColdI am not very good at understanding humans. They think that we spend a lot of time watching them, but we really don't. I do not understand what I should and should not do. Dean tells me when I cross the line, but I am not always around him and things he does contradict his instructions at times.I know that he doesn't like it when I interrupt his sleeping. He says that he needs it. He knows that I could make give him all of the benefits of a full night's sleep with a touch of my Grace, but he does not like that idea. I know that he doesn't like it when I watch him sleep either, but what else is there for me to do? I need his help but I can do nothing until he awakens. I have nowhere else to goSam is not here. He would know what to do. He is much easier to talk to and he does not mind being woken up as much as his brother. He could advise me as to what to do when Dean is resting.Dean is shaking and I do not understand why. He is sleeping in the Impala, in the backseat, and his legs ar