Marked.

t h r e e

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A sharp pain in your head woke you up. Looking around, you noticed your side table had been cleared off (most of what was on the top was now on the floor, in typical winchester fashion) and your laptop sat closed and charging, along with your phone, cookies and a -now cold- peppermint tea. You smiled slightly, imagining Sam tiptoeing in with your snack, a giant trying desperately not to wake you up or spill tea on himself. You chuckled softly, reaching for the cookies, and grimaced, your shoulder a white-hot pang in your shoulder. Probably dislocated.

You got out of bed carefully, mentally thanking Dean or Sam for putting you in a pair of plaid pyjama pants before whichever one of them tucked you in. The last thing you wanted to do was used your arm, which was now steadily throbbing along with your head. You grabbed your phone, and headed to open your door to go get one of the boys to pop your shoulder back in. As you reached for the doorknob you paused, anxiety washing over you.
What if he's still- not Dean.. you thought.
You checked your phone quickly, and your eyes widened as you took in the time. 11pm? Had you been sleeping all day?
Confusion overrode your feelings of unease. Sam could explain.

You went out into the hallway and down to the library, where they boys, particularly Sam, spent most of their time these days. Empty. Holding your shoulder, you peered into the main control room. Empty. "Guys?" You called quietly. Walking out to the garage you saw that both of the main cars were gone, the place where the impala parked was black with tire treads. He left in a hurry.

But that was hours ago. Where were they now?

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WOW that was short and shitty writing I'm so sorry.
I'll update again later tonight.
xx