The Supernatural Symbol

12. A Fresh Start

Ok now, hold up. No one told me which chapter they liked best from the Lady of the River! I am heartbroken! :P not really but I would have liked if you guys had answered it. *cough* *splutter* that means you should do it in the comments now *cough* *cough* Haha, p.s sorry I didn't update for a couple of days, I had a lot of homework to catch up on which I was supposed to complete the night before. You know those times where someone in class reminds the teacher about handing in homework?
Me: Oh, YOU BETTER RUN BITCH. And then we have a TEST in a few weeks. And everyone knows what tests are like:
School: 2+2=4
Homework: 2+8+4=14
Test: Jeremy has 3 apples. His train is 7 minutes early. Calculate the mass of the sun.
Am I right? AM I RIGHT? Alright, lets get on with the story:

Cia's POV:

Just a little over a week ago, I was pinned to a tree by the ghost of a drowned teenage girl. Right now, I am happily singing in the shower, rinsing out my conditioner. Sam told me to get downstairs ASAP. He had some news to tell Dean and I. Well, too bad for him, because I take an eternity in the shower. When I finally finish up, I dry off and get changed. I head downstairs and find Sam reading a newspaper with Dean sitting in an armchair drinking some water. 

"Took your sweet-ass time." Dean mutters. Probably loud enough so that it was intended for me to hear it. I scowl at him and listen to what Sam has to say.

"Says right here that this man James Underwood took his own life at his house, a night after his girlfriend Lacey Rossi went missing from the Grand Chateau Hotel in Cleveland," Sam points to an article in the newspaper, "he slit his wrists and wrote in the mirror of his bathroom 'a walk in the garden' with the numbers 666 under it, before bleeding to death, its says." 

"Sounds macabre." Dean comments.

"Worthy of us to check out?" I ask.

"We're in Chicago right now, and to Cleveland it will take us a little over 5 hours. I say we go check it out." Sam says. "Dean?"

"Heh? Oh yeah sure lets go." Dean heads to the kitchen to put his glass away.

"Guess we have to wait for him. Again." Sam sighs.

"Not really..." I hold up the car keys with a smirk.

"How the hell do you do that?" he laughs and shakes his head as we head outside to the car. 

"Practice, practice, practice," I say, "you know, once in the seventh grade, I was crushing on a twelfth grader with my best friend. I managed to steal chips from his bag and put it in our locker until the end of the year, where we would munch on it together. We practically worshipped him. And I stole from others too. Only when I needed it. But then I moved here. And I was considered the freak of the school. I opened my locker to find it filled with red whipped cream many times. Those lil shits thought it would look like blood." I laugh at the memory, "I got notes like 'good luck hunting vampires!'or 'have fun at knife throwing class!' and stuff like that. I really wanted to slap them in the face, but there was no need for revenge. All I needed to do was to sit back and wait. Those who hurt you, will eventually screw up themselves. And if you're lucky, god will let you watch." I walk over to the car and get in the back seat. Sam hops into the passenger seat. 

"Hey, how did you deal with all those bullies at school?" he asks me.

"I just ignored them most of the time." I respond, "I acted like I didn't care. And I didn't." After a while Dean finally meets us at the car.

"Took your sweet-ass time." I sneer at him they way he did to me back in the living room.

"I couldn't find my car keys, have you - " I cut him off by throwing the keys onto his lap.

"How do you think we got in the car, dumbass?" I laugh. Dean looks at me with a questioning look in his face, and then turns to Sam.

"Don't ask me, I don't know how she does it!" Sam shrugs. I laugh a bit more quietly as Dean starts up the car, still looking puzzled. We are soon out of Chicago and out onto the main road. I take my shoes off and put my legs on the seat next to me. I sleep until we reach our destination. We park at the Grand Shatoo Hotel or whatever it was called. Dean tells us to wait by the couches in the lobby while he goes to check for rooms. He comes back in a moment, bearing some news,

"I booked a room for two, and a - " Sam cuts him off,

"A room for two? But what about Cia?"

"Yeah, me and Cia are getting a room. You're on your own in one next to us. But the room we booked is currently unavailable and it's the one which will be vacant the soonest. Room 666." Dean finished. I stand there looking at him, my mouth gaping. 

"Wh - Why - What, I still don't understand... Wouldn't it look more normal is Sam and I shared a room since we're closer to the same age...." I suggest.

"Yeah." Sam agrees. 

"We'll talk over this at lunch. Lets find the nearest bar." Dean walks out of the hotel lobby, soon followed by Sam and I. He leads us into a bar that is very smoky inside, but was we get further through to the tables, the smoke clears. 

Sam's POV:

I'm very pissed at Dean for arranging the bookings the way he did without asking Cia and I if we were alright with it at first. We sit at a table when I notice a familiar hair colour from across the room. No... It can't be... Lauren? Lauren Preston from my university. Shit. It is. I get up and walk over to her table, where she is sitting alone. I tap her on the shoulder.

"Lauren?" I ask.

"Sam!" she exclaims, "What are you doing here? It's so great to see you!" she hugs me.

"So, I'm here with my brother and a friend, would you like to come join us?" I point over to where Dean and Cia are sitting.

"Yeah sure, I just need to go to the bathroom first, I'll meet you at you table." Lauren hugs me one more time and heads off to the restrooms. I walk back over to our table.

"Who was that?" Dean and Cia ask simultaneously. 

"Just a friend from uni. Her name's Lauren. She was my first girlfriend." I notice a scowl come across Cia's face.

"You alright?" I ask her.

"Yeah, fine," her face changes into a smile. I see Lauren come over to our table. She sits down next to me and across from Dean. 

"Lauren Preston, Cia Bengtsson. Cia Bengtsson, Lauren Preston." I introduce the girls to each other. 

"Nice to meet you." Lauren says.

"Likewise." Cia nods. 

Lauren's POV:

Who is this girl? Why is Sam with her?

"Oh, hi Dean." I say hi because I realise that I forgot.

"Hey Lauren" he says back. I start talking to Sam about memories of uni, and I watch as Cia instantly loses interest. Her brown eyes drift off into the distance, staring into space. 

"So have you been hunting lately?" I ask Sam. As soon as I mention it, Cia's focus snaps back to whats going on at the table.

"Yeah, we're trying to find out a little more about room 666 and the James Underwood situation." she answers.

"No way, I'm here to look into that too!" I say excitedly. Ugh, there's no way I'll be able to stand Cia on this hunt.

Looks like Lauren already has some beef against Cia! Jealous much? There might just be a part where Sam has to choose between the two... Just might. You'll have to find out later.