Hunted

Roomies

I awake with a start, consequentially bumping my head against something. That won't help my spinning brain. Whatever I am laying on, it is pretty comfy, but I feel like I am moving. I peek out through my eyelashes just as we come to a stop. I was right. Laying in the back of a car, I can see two people sitting up front. The driver turns off the car, and they both look back at me. It's Sam and Dan. I try to remember how I got here, with no luck.

"Hey look! You're awake! Good timing too. We're here," Dan comments cheerily. Unlike him, I am in a sour mood. My head, wrists, legs, and basically everything hurt. Still, I start to sit up. Stars dot my vision. Woah, way too fast. I try again, slower this time, and I manage to sit up. Looking out the car window, I examine the little burger joint we've stopped at. "I'm hungry," I croak. I probably sound like a whiny brat, but at this point, I don't really care. They just look amused by me, which angers me even more. I attempt to get out of the car by the back door on the drivers side, but I am too weak.

"Dean, help her out," Sam nods at me from the passenger seat. Oh, it's Dean. Swiftly, Dean steps out of the car and helps me do the same. I lean on him for support, and hate that I have to do so. I'm not weak, but right now I seem as pathetic as a freaking pansy. Using Dean as a crutch, I hobble towards the door of the restaurant. Walking gets easier, and I stop leaning on him.

As we open the door, a bell rings, and the greasy smell of fries and burgers hit my nostrils. My stomach grumbles as if on cue. The kid at the register looks at me, scared, and it hits me how I must look right now. I walk towards the bathroom as quick as a girl with a concussion can. Upon entering the restroom, I gasp at my appearance. Its even worse than I thought. My hair is a rat's nest, my face is bloody and scratched up, my clothes are mostly ripped to shreds, and my whole body is covered in grime. There's no way I can make myself look good, but I try to clean up a little bit. For starters, I force my long, brown hair into a side braid, and I wash as much dirt off my face and arms as I can, accidentally flooding the bathroom in the process. My jacket and hat have been torn so much that they aren't of use anymore, so I tear two remaining strips from the jacket and use them to bandage my raw wrists. With the rest of the jacket, I try to dry of the sink, and then through them away. Now that I look slightly less zombie-ish, I use the bathroom.

Unfortunately, it's that-time-of-month. Although I haven't bled onto my jeans, my pad needs changing. Luckily, like every smart girl on her period, I come prepared. I keep a pad stuffed in my bra, and as I pull it out of my bra, I also find out I put a fifty dollar bill in there as well. (YES!) I put the money in my pocket, and replace the pad. Now that I am done, I flush and wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I am a little more satisfied with how I look. I head back out, and as I am about to order, Dean sees me and points to his table. Sam is sitting there, eating some salad thing, and Dean's burger is already halfway eaten. On the other side of the table, however, is an untouched hamburger. I smile a little. That's sweet of them. I walk over and sit with them.

I swallow my pride, "Thanks guys. For the food- and for earlier. I would be dead if it weren't for you. And sorry about yelling at you. I thought you two were just drunk guys and not, ya know, hunters. Which reminds me, how did you two get into hunting in the first place?" For the next hour, we exchange our stories about the hunting life. They were kinda raised in the business, after their mom died due to a demon. We share close calls about some of the monsters we've faced, and some big things we've accomplished. It was nice, talking to people who truly understood me. All to soon, it was over. We headed back out to their car, a '67 Chevy Impala.

"Eleanor, let us drive you to where you're staying. Hop in!" Sam calls out to me. I'm already so indebted to them that I just can't. There's also the fact that I am not staying anywhere. I had camped out at the park, and the Wendigo took all my stuff. All I have now are the clothes on my back and fifty dollars, plus the phone that miraculously stayed in my pocket. All my weapons, everything, is gone. It's devastating. Guess I'll have to find a casino to get more money. "It's alright guys. I can walk. My... hotel is near here." It's a lie but I'm hoping they'll buy it. I should have known they wouldn't. They're smarter than that.