You're Gonna Go Far Kiddo -Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 3: I'm Meeting Bobby Who? *Melody's POV*

2 week after meeting my brothers. *in the motel room in Maryland*

I look at the clock on the nightstand inbetween the 2 beds in the motel room. It reads 4:00am... I havent slept in over 3 days, and coffee will only get you so freaking far before your only running on fricken fumes.

Dean is snoring his ass off in the bed closest to the door, guess he always sleeps in the one closest to the door because it's his way of protecting us if there are any intruders. But if they had guns and they do what he does; which is shoot first ask questions later, then he might be in for trouble.

Sam is on the other bed closest to the wall. I know what your wondering, if they are on both beds then where the hell am i? Well, im on the floor inbetween the two. But i only sit there because it's a more closed space and i can hide easily :),

I know, I know, 15 year olds need sleep considering the things we do for a living. But i guess i just am scared to sleep and redream the death of my mom over and over again. My back and head lean up against Sammy's bed while my knees are to my chest where a notebook with no lines lay across my lap as i try to draw my pain away. I wound up drawing an exact portrait of that night. Blood evreywhere, my mom on the ground with the demon standing over her with his hand in a fist hovering over her.

The features of the demon were unmistakable and they seared into my brain for life i swear! I redrew that image in different pages about 3 times.

Each one with the slightest difference; like the demon further back or my mom being chocked to death by nothing. NOTHING. The other images i drew included what my version of Hell looked like, with the bloody chains and people restrained with demons carving their flesh with their torture kit.

Or different sigils i saw while i was on my own that i thought looked neat and wanted to remember the looks of it in full detail. But the one im currently drawing is actually starting to scare the living daylights out of me, it's of me being in the hands of a demon named Crowley, or at least thats what my drawing shows.

It's of him standing over me with his fist over me like what happened to my mom, and im struggling for breath. But the scenery we were in was weird. It was in a room full of bloody objects and there are bars like a prison and its all out of metal and stone. Almost as if we were underground.

A good hour has gone by and i still can't fall asleep. The sun is starting to slowly peer through the window and the warmth of it tickles my skin. Theres rustling behind me in Sam's bed which means its his time to wake up. Man is he an early riser. I quickly yet quietly close my notepad and fall over to the ground closing my eyes to make it seem like im asleep, which hardly ever worked but i dont honestly wanna make him worry, considering hes the softy type unlike Dean.

Thats why Dean is more on my favorite side; he doesn't like chickflick moments. I lay as still as i possibly can and try my acting skills to my best to bypass him as me being asleep.

*Sam's POV*

I wake up to hear rustling next to the bed and it startled me enough to want to check it out. I slowly get up out of bed and look around the room to see that Melody isnt anywhere in sight. Now im on high alert, i mean where the Hell could she have gone?

I walk around the bed and look down, only to be greeted by a sleeping Mel, only, i know when she is asleep because she wouldnt be so tense from trying really hard to fake such a thing. This is the third night in a row she hasn't gotten any sleep. But for now, i am letting this go. So, i walk over and crouch next to Mel, "You know, if you want to pass off the sleep trick, you need to look more relaxed." I whisper chuckle to her.