Huntress: A supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 3: Back to the Future

Tacoma, Washington

Present Day

I rolled over, feeling the scratchy sheet below me. I felt like crap. How long had I been asleep? The thing that woke me up was making noise again. An insisting ringing.  I opened one of my eyes, and peered at the clock. I moaned. 2:13 pm. I was asleep for fourteen hours?! What the hell? The ringing started again. I picked up my cell.

"Hello?" I answered it sleepily. 

"Uh...Lacey?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Sam. Are you alright? We were kinda worried when you passed out last night."

"I guess I was just over tired. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. You know how it is." I explained.

"Well if you're good enough to walk, we might have a lead on Bael. Or at least a demon that's close to him. Can you meet us at our motel?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah sure. I just whoa-" I said. I feel back onto the bed after attempting to get up. "Damn it."

"I think we'd better come pick you up. You don't sound so good." Sam said, worry in his voice. 

"I'm fine, Sam."

"yeah, right. We'll be there in ten."

"Sam I'm-" Before I could say anything else, he hung up.

Well, I guess it'll be like the old days. Either hitching a ride, or stealing one. And the second one isn't an option. I grabbed my dainty looking across-the-shoulder purse/bag thing from the wooden coffee table. It was my favorite accessory. I'm not super girly or anything, but I do appreciate a good bag. Or shoes. Or-okay! So I'ma little girly! I'm a girly hunter. Whatever. Just because I like fashion and am terribly afraid of spiders, doesn't hinder my ability to hunt. But seriously, the bag held everything. Lipstick, hair ties, holy water, silver knife, hand gun... Everything. And it looks absolutely killer with my black pumps. And my black booties, and come to think of it, my black strappy heels. Okay, so I like black shoes, that's not a crime. Sue me. Jeez, where they hell are they? Just then, some one knocked at my door, shaking me from my day dream. 

"Come in!" I yelled. I cleared my throat as Dean stormed into the room, followed by a concerned looking Sam.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, rushing to my side.

"Dean, seriously, it's nothing. I was just a little dizzy.I haven't been sleeping very well, since James was taken." I told him, truthfully. I don't know why it was such a big deal. I could get a paper cut and he'd call a friggen ambulance. "Can we just go?"

"Not until I know what the hell is wrong with you." Dean insisted, looking me in the eyes. He did have gorgeous eyes, they were almost the same shade of green as mine, but had these amber flecks throughout them. I forced myself not to get lost in them, like a schoolgirl. Instead I rolled my own eyes.

"Want to know what you can do to help? Find that Bael bastard, and send his sorry ass packing with a one way ticket to hell." I said, getting up off the bed, thankfully, without falling back down. The dizziness seemed to have passed. "Once James is back, I'll be able to sleep. But until then, don't bother trying to make me feel better, okay?" I told them both. 

Without waiting for a reply from either of the now slack-jawed boys, I made my way to the washroom. I had been avoiding looking into any mirrors for the past two weeks, but now I couldn't help but stare at my reflection. My usually bright ivy-colored eyes looked dull, with bags underneath them. My cheeks looked hollowed and my dark mahogany hair was in a messy bun for it's second time in a row. I looked like hell. I grabbed the cup from the sink and filled it with tap water. I downed it with two ibuprofen pills. My daily routine.