I've spent around thirteen hours in the car with these guys, and I can't say I didn't enjoy a single minute of it.
Well, I lied. I didn't quite enjoy the small talk about Dean's most recent hookup.
He thought it'd be an interesting topic to go in depth with.
But we've finally found a motel in the town of the case.
I don't think any of us pondered on the fact that there are four of us and only two beds, but earlier in the car, I heard Cas talking about how he doesn't really require sleep.
Sam pulls out his laptop and pulls up a few files on the case.
"First place we should check out," he starts, "this old bar on 2nd street"
He points to a picture of it, and Dean reads the address.
"We'll go out there tomorrow morning. We're not going to find the building at twelve in the morning" Sam sighs, and I agree with him.
I walk over to the small bathroom, carrying with me some plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt to change into. I brush my teeth and put my dark brown hair into a bun- without effort- and find my way back to the room where everyone is sitting.
"So, sleeping arrangements?" Sam asks, and Dean chuckles.
"No offense, Jazzy, but you're sleeping with Sammy" Dean raises his eyebrows and motions to the bed that Sam's sitting on.
"Nothing personal, but you've slept with him before, a year ago. Might as well make it a second time" he smirks, "just don't do anything I wouldn't do"
I feel my cheeks heat up, and chuck the shirt I was wearing earlier at him.
He only shrugs and jumps onto the empty bed.
I hesitantly climb onto the bed where Sam sits and slide under the blankets, ignoring Cas's piercing eyes staring me down.
Sam scoots to lay down beside me and pulls the covers over himself, too.
See, this would be the point where I would go to sleep, and I would if it weren't for Dean taunting Cas about something about a pizza man.
Soon enough though, they settled down, and the only sound in the room was that of the running air conditioning window unit.
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I wake up in a sweat, it's a lot hotter than it was when I fell asleep. I feel something touching my upper back as I lay on my side, and peer over my shoulder to find that it's Sam's head. He only nuzzles into me more as I scoot an inch away.
It's no big deal, so I let him stay there. It's comforting, actually.
The light sounds of his snores are almost in time with Dean's, and then I think, what's cas doing?
He doesn't need to sleep.
I slowly sit up and look around the dark room. It's just light enough to see that he's not sleeping in the bed with Dean, and not sitting in the only chair in the room either.
I hear rustling outside of the window and almost jump, but I don't want to worry or wake the boys.
Carefully sliding out of the bed, I grab the gun on the nightstand and creep towards the window.
I peer out of the curtain covered window and see nothing.
So that's when I open the door, and step outside.
Ready to aim at whatever the hell is out here, I walk barefoot across the concrete pathway leading from the door to the parking lot.
I almost turn back around until I find myself stopping dead in my tracks, gun pointed directly at the figure in front of me.
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A/N:
Hello!! Last night's episode of supernatural was so amazing, not gonna spoil for anyone reading who hasn't seen it- but I almost cried.
