Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter seven

Ugh. I feel like absolute shit.

Slowly opening my eyes, very bright sunlight is greeted from my open curtain window, making me shield my face with my hand, and squint my eyes.

I slowly sit up, and look around, rubbing my face with my hand.

Holy damn, that was a crazy dream.

That Sam guy and I going out for dinner. Him telling me I 'unfortunately' have powers or something like that. The murderer at the restaurant.

I force my exhausted and disgusting body into the bathroom, seeing I have bloodshot eyes making me groan. I then head straight to the shower.

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I take a step out of the steaming hot shower. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it loosely around my fresh, cleaned body.

I walk out of the bathroom, and into Me and Ashton's bedroom. Pulling a drawer open from my dresser and grabbing a black, lacy thong.

My towel falls to the floor as I quickly slip the underwear on.

I then grab a matching bra, which Ashton had helped me pick out at the Victoria's Secret store, and clip it on behind my back.

As I turn around, to walk back into the bathroom, something catches the corner of my eye, outside of the window.

I instantly stop in my tracks, back up a few steps, to the window seal, to spot to my shock and embarrassment, Sam and Dean staring right at me, from inside their Impala.

I gasp, and cover my cleavage with my arms and hands. They instantly look the other way, acting as if they hadn't seen me, and were maybe observing something else.

I close the curtains so fast, I almost rip them off of the curtain rod. Not that I would mind to much. Those curtains were Ashton's Grandmothers, which he absolutely insisted we hang up. I winced, but forced a smile that day, telling him that the puke green flowers, had matched the lighting tone in the room.

They do not.

I take a few deep breaths, running my hand through my hair.

Is this...real? Did everything actually happen last night?

With a burning face, which is probably as red as a tomato, I quickly get dressed, then run out of my apartment.

I make it outside, and around the building to where the bedroom window of my apartment is, and where I assume, of course, the Impala is still parked.

I run up to the passengers side, which has Sam in it. His eyes go wide seeing me appear.

"ROLL THE GOD DAMN WINDOW DOWN!!" I yell forcefully, making people from across the street stare at me.

Sam quickly rolls down the window, and gives me, what looks like, an apologetic smile. Dean does the exact same, but it's more of a smirk.

Sam seems to be sunken deep into his seat, while Dean has his one hand on the steering wheel, leaning forward towards us.

"Hey, Blair." Sam says, giving me a small wave.

"What the hell are you guys doing spying on me!!" I shout. "I told you I didn't want to see you again!"

"Just trying to get Sammy some live porn." I hear Dean mutter. Sam elbows him hard in the side, making Dean chuckle. Sam then clears his throat.