Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up slowly, softly, with no nightmares — or even normal dreams — clinging to my mind.

Bracing myself on my hands to sit up, I winced as the motion made my wrists hurt just a little. Looking down at them, I saw that they were covered in bandages that wrapped around my thumb to hold them in place. Curious, I pulled the covers back, finding the same on my ankles. Someone had taken a lot of care to cover the injuries I'd gotten from the ropes, and they seemed to actually be feeling better.

I looked around the room. I was in a motel, that much was obvious, but it wasn't the same one as the previous night. The room had two beds, one of which I was lying on, and a couch. It was clear from the way the room looked that someone else had slept on both the other bed and the couch, and a quick, paranoid look around told me that it had most definitely been Sam and Dean. That was a relief.

I checked my phone, finding a message from Sam. It said they'd gone out to get breakfast and I should call him when I woke up.

So, I did.

"Hello?"

I ran a hand through my hair, the sound of his voice calming me. "Hey, Sam."

"Oh, hey, you're up. Did you sleep okay?"

Nodding, I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah," I said, laughing softly. "No nightmares."

"Good. That's good. Look, um— we're just finishing up here, and we'll bring back some food for you, I'm sure you're hungry. Oh, one more thing— I talked to Beck, she said she wanted you to give her a call when you could. I'll text you her phone number."

I furrowed my brows, a little confused. "Okay, I will. Thanks. Bye, Sam."

"See you."

Then he hung up. I waited for a moment, and then I got the text with Becky's phone number. I dialed it up, listening to it ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Becky? It's Annabeth."

She gasped audibly. "O-Oh, Annabeth. L-Look, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry for how I acted."

That confused me even more. "You're sorry?"

"Yeah. Y'know, I've just— well, I've been friends with Sam for a while, and between you and me, I've sorta kinda got a crush on him, and when you showed up, I figured you and he were— well, I just got jealous, and I took it out on you, and I'm really sorry," she explained worriedly.

Immediately, everything made sense. Why I felt like she hated me when I'd done nothing, why she'd glared at me for no reason, why she seemed to dislike my being anywhere near her. She thought— but that was ridiculous.

"Becky, Sam and I aren't—"

"Oh, you don't have to explain yourself to me, I get it. You're a part of this weird, top-secret life that he has, and I couldn't ever compete with that. I just wanted to apologize. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, especially after you got yourself hurt trying to save me and my brother. Can you ever forgive me?"

A bit stunned, I didn't know how to answer. "Uh... yeah, no, of course, Becky. It's fine. Don't worry about it."

I could practically hear her happiness through the phone. "Oh, you're so sweet! Look, if you're ever anywhere near here, call me up, okay? You're welcome anytime."

Laughing at the absurdity of it all, I nodded. "Okay. I will. Bye, Becky."

"Bye!"

After she'd hung up, I let the phone fall down into my lap, still entirely confused by the exchange. From what I could gather, she was jealous because she thought Sam and I were... dating? Huh? I barely even knew the guy. I mean, sure, he was objectively attractive, which was obviously part of the reason Becky had a crush on him— wait, did she know Sam's girlfriend? Did she hate Jess, too? What—