Surviving At Stanford

By SarahWinchester96

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Chapter 5

I looked at the menu before taking out the contents of my pocket.

$20 and some change.

I can skip lunch. Anyway, I need the money to pay my half of the rent for this month. I'm used to skipping lunch anyway. Back at High School when Bobby was short of money, I didn't have it then either.

I walked out of the diner.

My phone began to ring. I rushed off round the side of the building, out of the way of the crowds of students before pressing accept. "Hello?"

"Carrie..." A weak voice spoke.

My eyes widened. "Dean..."

Dean laughed slightly, obviously in relief.

"Dean, where are you? Are you hurt?" I asked.

"Carson City, in the woods." He answered.

"Dean, are you hurt?" I asked again, as he skipped over my question the first time.

"A little."

I felt sick. "How bad?" My tone was soft, cracking and filled with worry.

He was silent for a moment. "I'll be fine." Dean answered, although his tone told me that he was probably lying.

And then in that moment, the call cut out.

"Dean?...Dean!" I shouted, as if by doing so, that was going to reconnect the call. Gasping, I sprinted across the field and down the street to Sam and I's apartment before throwing open the door and dumping the contents of my backpack onto the floor. I then delved through Sam's duffle, and filled my newly emptied backpack with some supplies before leaving the room. Making my way round to the parking lot out back, I made sure no one was watching before I used the rod to unlock the car door before getting in and jump starting the engine. Just one of the few things the Winchesters had taught me how to do. Once the engine roared into life, I sped off down the road.

Arriving at Carson City a few hours later, I dumped the car and ran towards the forest. Delving deeper and deeper into the darkened forest, I took the flashlight I had brought and switched it on. The light that came from it wasn't overly powerful, but it at least meant that I was able to see where I was going. I took my phone out of my pocket, and rang Dean's number.

"This is Dean. State your name, number and nightmare after the tone."

Alarm bells started ringing in my head. Why wasn't Dean answering? Was it because he simply hadn't heard it ring, or because he couldn't? He told me on the phone earlier that he was injured. I desperately hoped that he wasn't far away.

"Dean?" I called out, in a cautious tone as I walked further into the forest. "Dean?"

I tried his phone again.

I heard the sound of Smoke on the Water playing in the distance.

My eyes widened. "Dean!" I shouted before sprinting off in the direction the music was coming from.

Reaching the source, I gasped.

Dean lay deadly still on the forest floor at the foot of a tree. The left side of his face was covered in blood from a gash on his forhead. His clothes were torn and covered in mud, while his gun lay discarded a few feet away.

Dumping my backpack down, I dropped to my knees beside him and lifted him up gently so that his head was resting in my lap. "Dean?" I put a finger to his neck to check his pulse. I was relieved to find it there, although it was weak. "No, no, no, no, no..." I panicked in an almost whisper. Watching the mechanic rise and fall of his chest, it reassured me that Dean was still clinging onto life, despite how much he was struggling to breathe. I didn't want to think about how much pain he must be in. "Dean..." I began in weak, cracking tone. "Dean, you've gotta' hold on..." I wrapped my arms around his unconscious form. "I can't lose you too." Tears began to stream down my cheeks. "Please, Dean..."

Dean began to stir slightly, before quietly moaning in pain.

I stroked his hair, comfortingly. "It's okay..." I reassured, softly. "It's okay..."

The sound of a branch cracking underfoot could be heard. My gaze immediately fixed on the approaching threat.

The Wendigo made itself known as it emerged through the trees.

My eyes widened as I gently rested Dean back down against the forest floor, and rushed in front of him, blocking the Wendigo's path.

"Carrie..." Spoke Dean's dangerously weak tone as he pushed himself up a few inches. "No..."

A tear trickled down my cheek as I turned away from him. I knew I had to protect him.

The hideous creature growled as it walked closer and closer.

I reached into my backpack before standing up. "If you want him, then you're gonna' have to kill me first you ugly, son of a bitch!" Spraying the can of deodorant, I set it alight with the lighter before aiming at the Wendigo.

The Wendigo roared. It's claws slashed down my cheek before it's other arm hit me square in the chest causing me to fly backwards and land on the forest floor amongst a pile of sticks and leaves.

The deodrant lay out of reach.

"Gah!" I moaned,

"Carrie!" A familiar voice screamed. As Sam can sprinting into the clearing, he immediately noticed the Wendigo, before his gaze fell to the lighter and the deodrant can. Turning to me, he nodded.

I nodded back, knowing what I had to do.

"Come and get me!" Sam shouted at the Wendigo, before cocking his gun.

As I quickly crawled towards the gun, I kept glancing up to make sure that the Wendigo wasn't aware of what I was doing.

Firing a shot at the Wendigo, the creature roared before charging at Sam. It a blur, Sam was thrown clear of the clear and smacked back against the trunk of a tree before he slumped to the floor.

"Sam!" I screamed.

The Wendigo turned to me.

Crossing the rest of the distance to the stuff, I grabbed the deodrant can and once again lit the spray with the lighter's flame, continuing where I had left off burning the thing.

As the fire began to consume it, I stepped back and watched it burn to nothing more than ashes.

Slowly getting to my feet, I winced slightly before making my way over to Sam. "Sam!" I knelt down beside him and shook him gently. "Sam!"

As he began to stir, green eyes soon met my blue ones.

I smiled. "You okay?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "Yeah." Sam got to his feet.

I noticed his back. His shirt had been shredded by the branches sticking out from the tree, his back hadn't fared any better. Large cuts and scratches littered his skin.

"I'll survive." Sam stated, noticing my concern.

Walking back over to Dean, I knelt down in front of him.

"How did you know how to kill it?" Dean asked, weakly. His green eyes looking up at me.

"Read about them in one of John's books." I answered.

Dean put his hand to my face, gently stroking my cheek. "You're bleeding." He stated.

I smiled softly down at him. Even when bleeding and in pain, Dean still puts everyone before himself. "I'll heal." I turned to Sam. "We need to get him out of here."

Sam nodded before wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders.

Taking the other side, I supported him to his feet. I looked at Sam. "How did you find me?"

"Tracked the GPS on your cell." He answered.

I furrowed an eyebrow. "But I turned that off."

"I turned it back on, just incase something like this ever happened." He stated.

Dean was like a dead weight in our arms as we walked back through the forest to the cars. Once there, I opened the back door and helped Dean down onto the seat so that he was lying across it. I then shuffled in with him, his head resting in my lap. "Hang in there, Dean." I placed my hand on his chest so that I could monitor his breathing.

It didn't take very long to reach the motel as it was only a few minutes away from the forest. Once there, I got the key for the motel room from Dean's pocket before Sam and I got him out of the car, into the room and onto the bed.

Sam left to go and pay the guy on the desk.

In the bathroom, I grabbed some stuff from the first aid box before grabbing a flannel and running it under the flowing water of the faucet.

"I got your message." Dean spoke up, his tone sounded better than it did before.

I looked round the doorframe.

"The one you left on my cell."

Walking over to the bed, I sat down on it next to Dean who was propped up by pillows against the headboard.

"I would never just break a promise like that."

"I know." I nodded. "You don't have to try and justify yourself, Dean. It wasn't your fault."

"Yeah, but you can't deny that you had doubts in your mind." He stated.

"I'm not angry at you, Dean. Not in the slightest. I was just upset, that's all. I saw Sam with Jess, and it just made me realise how much I missed you." Using the flannel, I began gently dabbing the bloody side of Dean's face to remove the red stained down it. He winced slightly.

"Who's Jess?" Dean asked.

"Sam's friend. Might aswell be girlfriend seeing how much time they spend with each other." I answered.

"Sammy has a girlfriend?" A little smile appeared on Dean's face.

"He'd deny it though. You'll just get the answer 'we're just friends' if you asked." Once the blood was gone, I looked at the gash on his head. "That's probably gonna' need to be stitched up. We don't want you bleeding to death."

"Sam'll do it when he gets back."

"Good. I'm really not good with that sort of thing." I stated with a smirk.

"Like I would let you anywhere near my head with a needle and thread anyway." Dean laughed.

I laughed too.

Dean leant forward, and wrapped an arm around my neck. He then kissed me softly on the lips.

As we kissed, I didn't want the moment to end. It had been so long, and so much had happened. I could have lost Dean today, and that made me sick to the stomach just at the thought of it.

I smiled. "I'm glad you're okay, Dean."

"It's been a while since I last sneaked into someone's college apartment." Dean grinned.

I slapped him on the arm. "We're not sneaking you in."

Unlocking the door, I opened it before motioning for Dean to go in.

Walking in, Dean looked around before turning back to Sam and I. "This?" He furrowed an eyebrow. "This is your room?"

Sam nodded. "Yep."

"The motels we used to stay in were bigger than this." He stated.

"We're used to it now." I shrugged. "It's not that bad."

"So how did you end up in the smallest room in the apartment?" Dean asked.

"We're on scholarships, Dean. They're not gonna' give students that are paying a discounted rent one of the better rooms." Sam explained.

"Does your scholarships not pay for the rent?" He asked in a shocked tone.

I shook my head.

Sat on the edge of my bunk, I took another swig from the bottle of some cheap beer than Sam and I had bought.

Dean sat down next to me. "I know what you've been doing." He stated.

I furrowed an eyebrow and turned to him. "What?"

"Some woman left a message on my cell saying that she was worried about you. Apparently she's been seeing you keep skipping lunch."

"Who Ruth?" I asked.

"Something like that." Dean looked at me. "You can tell just by looking at you, Carrie."

It's true that my clothes had been getting a little baggy on me, but I didn't think it was that noticeable.

"Why didn't you or Sam tell me that you were struggling for cash?" Dean asked.

I scoffed. "I don't know, maybe because it's really bad to ring up your boyfriend and ask him for money. I'm not a WAG, Dean! We're doing perfectly fine on our own without everything trying to step in to help us out. I'm sick of everything's pity, it's embarrassing." I stated truthfully. "Ruth had no right to ring you!"

"She was just worried about you, Carrie."

Sam walked in. "Jess has found an apartment."

"Sam...We've talked about this." I stated.

"I know, but Jess' Dad knows the guy who's letting it, and he says we can have the rent at a lower price."

"Yeah but how much is the lower price?" I asked, still a bit skeptical.

"$100 a month, but we can easily get that between the three of us." Sam stated.

I knew exactly what he wasn't telling me. "So?"

"So what?" He asked.

"How much do we have to pay up front for it? The figure you've neglected to mention."

"Three months rent." Sam answered.

My eyes widened. "300 bucks?! That's 100 each! How the hell are we supposed to get that?"

"We'll figure something out." Sam stated.

The next morning I awoke to notice Dean missing and a envelope on the desk. Stumbling out of bed, I walked over and picked up the envelope.

'First of all, I'm sorry for running off like this, but Dad called, and I had to go meet up with him. Looking at the life you and Sam have at Stanford, I'm glad you both went. Yeah you may be a little low on money right now, but I'm sure things will be better when you get your new apartment. You'll probably prefer it to the shoebox you have now. I know you're gonna kill me for doing this, but I don't care. One, because you're my girlfriend and I love you. Two, Sammy obviously likes this Jessica girl, and it's about time he had some good luck, and three, I'm 200 miles away so you can't beat me up. I'll see you soon.

-Dean'

Inside the envelope, was $200.

I walked over to Sam and shook his arm. "Sam, wake up."

He yawned and looked at me through half closed eyes. "What?"

"Dean left, but he dumped 200 bucks on us for the apartment deposit." I explained.

Sam's eyes widened as he sat up. "What?"

"Yeah." I handed him the envelope with the note written on it.

Sam smiled.

"Well what are you waiting for?" I asked. "Ring Jess."

Opening the door of our new apartment, my jaw dropped at the sight of it. The place was huge.

"Jesus! We're living in the friggin' penthouse compared to the size of the room we were in before." I walked further into the apartment. "Does this place have more than one room?" I furrowed an eyebrow curiously. "Oh my god it does!" Walking into one of the rooms, I grinned. "A bed!" Dumping my duffle down on the floor, I ran across and jumped onto the large double bed. "I have an actual bed!" I stated.

Sam smirked in the doorway. "The entire apartment, and the bed is your favourite part?"

Picking up one of the pillows, I threw it at him. "It's better than having to listen to your snoring!"

"I don't snore!" Sam stated, ducking the pillow.

"Yeah right." I smirked.

"So there's two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a lounge." Jess explained.

"Awesome." I smiled. "I love this place!"

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