(it's always Luna's POV unless specified otherwise)
by the way, they have twin telepathy.
I woke up to a repetitive banging on the door.
God, who's even awake at this time?
I slowly pried my eyes open and blinked a few times to get used to the light that was invading my sight.
I swear to god if this is Dea-
"Luna! Come on, wake up! We need to get going soon piccolo!"
Innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent, don't blow his brains out, don't blow his brains out, innocent, innocent, deep breaths, in and out.
"I'm awake, Dean!" I yelled, although it came out muffled because my head was gracefully buried in my pillow.
"Okay, we can get some breakfast on the way amore, get ready and meet me infront of the hotel."
Shut up with your Italian nicknames you're embarrassing yourself.
"Sure." I yawned, while sitting up and stretching.
My head felt like it was being bashed in, no thanks to my lovely drinking habits.
Sliding out of the toasty bed, I grabbed two paracetamol and swallowed them dry, ain't got time for water.
Afterwards, I collected all of my trusty weapons from around the room and shoved them back into the bag.
Going into the bathroom and turning the water on, I brushed my teeth and peeled my clothes off.
I stepped into the hot water and tilted my head back in relaxation. The water ran over me for five minutes before I started to wash my hair and body.
Slipping into the clothes I left in the bathroom beforehand, I brushed my hair out and decided to leave it to air dry.
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That'll do.
Just to piss my brothers off, I stole the bath robe from the bathroom and folded it into my bag.
What? Don't tell me you wouldn't want a fluffy fucking bathrobe that one, is comfortable, and two, pisses your brothers off! That's what I thought.
I zipped all of my bags and hauled them to the lift, I'm too lazy to even think about walking down 15 flights of stairs.
I'm hungry.
Yeah, so am I but our 'brother' said we're getting food on the way back.
Oooh I hope it's McDonalds.
Ooh same. I could really kill a hash brown right now.
And a sausage and egg McMuffin with ketch-
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All The King's Horses And All The King's Men
General FictionDISCLAIMER - this story has a love interest and some enemies, but the story is not based upon them, it's based upon family. -------- Load the gun, safety off, aim, pull the trigger, BANG! Hide the body, clean the blood, re-load the gun, next target...
