Hunter Unknown

Moving In

Warning this chapter contains content which some readers might consider mature. Please be advised scenes may be a trigger to some. Reader discretion is advised.
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I didn't get up from the table right away. I had no clue what to do next, which was a feeling entirely new to me. I always had a task planned and waiting for me, but now my routines have been nulled. I didn't want to think about the past anymore it was almost as draining as having to communicate with Sam and Dean. As I said before having to be conscious of my movements and actually be mentally present at the moment is extremely difficult when I'm so used to going through the motions.

Sam was looking at me with sympathy, which I did not like. "Would you want me to show you where you can put your things?" He said still having a look of concern. "Yeah sure." I said at this point having little desire or energy to say much else. Sam closed the laptop and stood up and I quickly followed him down a corridor. There were doors on either side of the hall, making everything even more confusing. He opened one of the wooden doors," Here ya go." He was smiling slightly at me as I strode past him into the room hesitantly. I was expecting a small room with plain walls and a small cot, but after seeing some of the other features of 'the bunker' what I saw should not have been a surprise to me.

The room was large and simplistic, but lavish compared to the usual. From where I stood just inside the door there was a writing desk and chair on my left pushed against the wall that held the door. A small wooden nightstand on which sat a lamp was along the left wall perpendicular from the doorway, next to which was a modest double bed jutting out toward the center of the room. A few feet from the bed was a bookcase also made from wood. The wall opposite me held another door hanging open to reveal a bathroom. On the right side of the room was a cushioned chair and area rug where one could sit and read a book picked from the shelf opposite the room. Along the right-hand wall was a set of wooden sliding doors which I deduced by the looks they opened to a closet.

"Wow it's been awhile." I said to Sam as I stepped further into the room.

"Since you've had a room?" Sam asked innocently.

"Since I've had a bed to sleep on." I replied absent mindedly while inspecting the books on the bookcase.

"What kind of motels have you been staying at?" Sam jokingly added.

I looked up from my crouched position in front of the case," I stay in my car. I haven't gone to a motel in 8 years."

"Wow. Well it's all yours. You can put your things in here and there's a shower in the bathroom. If you need anything just ask and don't be afraid of Dean he's just a little stressed." Sam said before turning to leave.

"Thanks, Sam." I then went to the garage to retrieve my things from the car. From the trunk, I grabbed my large military style canvas duffle bag of clothes, my comforter and pillow, and a rolling trunk which had an assortment of things in it. With my cumbersome items in hand, I struggled my way back to the door. I flipped the lights off and pushed myself and things through the opening closing the door tightly behind. I made my way down the hall counting doors as I went. Finally I got back to my room and sat my things down.

I tied my hair back before deciding what to unpack first. I placed the duffle next to the bed and began pulling out clothes. Anything that needed washing was thrown in a pile next to the duffle, then the rest was split up. I put most of my clothes in the closet, but I made sure to keep two or three pairs in a smaller bag. I like Sam don't get me wrong- I thought to myself- but I can't forget the number one rule. I need to be ready to run at any moment. Quickly I decided I should check the room for bugs- not the insect kind, but cameras and mics. Yes, I'm crazy paranoid, but in this business you have to be. I shoved the desk chair against the door just in case and began scanning the room. I searched every crevice, running my hands along the base boards; looking under the desk, nightstand, and bed. Once I knew it was all clear I went back to work. Having made up my mind that I should prepare for things to go sour, I put the clothes in a smaller back pack along with my journal and personal documents I retrieved from the trunk, and $1200 in cash. I walked quietly across the room to the plush chair and removed the cushion. I drew my pocket knife and cut the stitching all along one side of the cushion. I reached my hand inside pulling out some thick stuffing to make room for the emergency bag. After I crammed the bag in the cushion I carefully placed the stuffing back in to hide any lumps. I tried smoothing it out as best as I could then places the cushion back on the chair happy with the result. I decided that I would restitch the seam later.