Winchester Child

Chapter Four

**Harleys POV**

I am awaken by the sun shining through the window, and all of last night feels like a dream, but as I sit up and see that I am in a two-bed motel room (which wasn't the one I checked into), I realize I was wrong. I reach up to rub my eyes, but then realize that I now have large circles of black surrounding my eyes, where my makeup used to be in place. I push back the sheets and walk to the bathroom.

"Good morning, sleepin' beauty." Dean says, looking up from the newspaper that he's reading while sitting at the table with a box of donuts.

"Yeah, uh, sorry about the thing last night." I say and lean against the bathroom door frame.

"What thing?" He plays off. "But uh, we need to talk."He says with a guilty yet angry look.

"We're gonna be having a lot of talks from now on, aren't we?" I ask and he shrugs, going back to his paper. I turn and walk into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I take off my makeup and then brush my hair before quickly jumping in the shower.

Once I come out, I get dressed and head for the kitchenette to get my donuts. I walk over and Dean sighs.

"Don't be angry."

"Nice way to start." I joke and pick out a donut.

"Last night, when we went to get your stuff, we had to get your key first." he says and I nod my head slowly along with each time he pauses, while taking a bite. "And to do that, I had to go though your purse."

"Okay." I say, with anger starting up inside me. I hate it when people touch my stuff but I guess it makes sense. They couldn't just walk down there without a key and expect the door to magically open.

"And I found this." He says and pulls out the pack of cigarettes that I had kept in my purse along with my white lighter.

"Okay." I say and look up at him. I did't think he would mind.

"You know these things kill you?" He asks rhetorically as he starts to get angry and I laugh a bit.

"I mean, how do you even like it? Breathing in chemicals? Toxins?" He asks and pulls out a cigarette, holding it between two of his fingers.

"How is this fun?" He says, shaking it between his fingers for emphasis, which only makes me laugh harder.

"This isn't funny!" He says, but I still can't take him seriously.

"Yeah, it sorta is" I say as I grab my pack and lighter and head outside.

I take out a new one and out it between my lips. I push my hair behind my shoulders and take out my lighter when Dean comes outside and stands by me. I lean against the wall of the motel and light the cigarette.

"I'm serious. That's gonna kill you." He says and I smile again as I take it from my lips and release the smoke.

"So I've heard."

"How are you not getting this?!" He asks and raises his voice. I put it to my lips again and let it fill my lungs.

"It's not that I'm not getting it - I just don't care. I mean, sure it'll kill me eventually but something kills everyone eventually. At least this makes me happy. Plus, life is stressful." I say, letting out a big breath of smoke in his direction and he shakes his head.

"Fine, I won't stop you but I'm not buying them for you." He says.

"That's fine." I shrug. I breath in, and then take my cigarette away from my lips, breathing out white clouds. I repeat the action and think about how much has happened in just over a week. I ash my cigarette.