•Unwritten•

Thirty

I woke up and rolled over, groaning at the time displayed on the clock. 7am.

I'd been staying at Bobby's for a few days, Deans idea, he wanted me to rest up after taking a bullet to the arm, although we both knew that it was only a graze. I'd been helping Bobby with the colt, he was trying to figure out a way to get it working again, using Samuel Colt's journals to see if we could recreate the bullets. I rolled over in the bed again, trying to get back to sleep but after twenty minutes of trying, I gave up and decided to make my appearance downstairs. I didn't bother getting dressed, I was wearing biker shorts and a long T-shirt and my hair was messily scraped back into a bun but it was only Bobby here, he didn't care what I looked like.

I headed straight to the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee and drinking it fast, feeling dehydrated. I poured a second cup and then walked over to the mirror, checking my graze out. It had mostly healed, just a small scar there now.

I picked up my coffee and started walking towards Bobby's office to see if he was up yet, I halted upon entering. He was awake, but he wasn't alone.

Dean's eyes looked me up and down before they creased at the corners and a loud bellow erupted from him. I could see Sam trying to hide his snickering and I just stood there, too tired to react, staring at them.

"You done?" I asked sleepily, bringing my coffee up to my lips and Dean sighed, getting the rest of his laugh out.

"Did someone drag you through a hedge before you walked in here?" Dean chortled and I mimicked him before sitting down on the couch beside him, elbowing him in the shoulder.

Sam smiled at me. "Your shoulder healing well?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, all healed now." He nodded and then grinned. "Did the gremlins fix you up after they did your hair?" He started laughing and I grabbed a magazine from the table and launched it at him.

"Leave her alone." Bobby said sternly and both boys nodded, covering their smiles with their hands.

"What you working on?" I asked Dean, watching as he started pouring metal into some moulds. 

"Bullets for the colt, it's just a normal gun now though." He sighed and I looked over to Bobby who was inspecting the gun itself with a magnifying glass.

"You guys find much?" I asked and Sam nodded. "Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop."

I frowned. "Thrilling."

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens."

Dean scoffed. "Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker."

I finished the rest of my coffee and placed it down on the table. "Well, let me get changed and we can go check it out." I stood up and Dean raised his eyebrow at me. "Maybe you should go like that, we'd fit right into crazy ville with you then."

I scoffed and walked away, ignoring the laughter. I headed upstairs to the spare bedroom and frowned, I was going to make them eat their words.

I sifted through the drawers that I had filled with the clothes I'd brought from home until I stopped, eyes gleaming at my halloween costume from a few years ago. I couldn't actually remember what the costume was but I knew it was all leather. I pulled on the low rise leather jeans, pairing them with a silver studded buckle, then I chose a cropped top and finished it off with a leather jacket. I pulled my hair out of the bun and brushed out my natural curls before applying some eyeliner and dark lipstick. Once I was all done I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked good, I felt way out of my comfort zone but it was all worth it to prove a point.