Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 2 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 4

You're not asleep yet?

Alright, I'll tell you more.

(🎶George Baker - Little Green Bag)

I was about to get ready for the night. Sam was kind enough to let me shower first before he jumped in to do the same. Naturally I started looking for my things I needed like my toothbrush, because dental hygiene is important chaps. As I opened the case Sam took a close look at it. He admired the seals painted on the inside and persuaded me into chatting about them. Honestly it wasn't hard to make me talk. You see, I've hardly had anybody to converse about otherworldly rituals and alike, then came this opportunity which was defiantly a welcome change. He had so much knowledge about the supernatural, monsters, spirits, folklore, urban legends and yet my wards were like collection of big question marks to him. I got Sam invested and it was lovely to see him excited as he acquired new facts. He taught me something I never heard of and I did the same for him.

Our short time alone was perfect until Sam started to fill me on the 2nd part of the wendigos' lore and I realised that I haven't packed my pyjamas. Actually that was the point of opening the luggage on the first place. I wanted to take my nightgown with me to the bathroom to get changed there but now there was nothing to change into. I started to look for other clothing pieces that might fill the void of what my trusty pyjamas left when Sam poked me to tell him what's wrong. I guess I seemed too nervous over the loss of my night-wear and it concerned him. I told Sam not to worry, it's just a bit of on oversight on my behalf and it's not the end of the world.

The idea was to put on a comfy top and trousers and things should be fine. But I like my pyjamas okay? However, they're gone and I can't even spend the night alone which made me sad. You get me, right? Problem is, I haven't packed a single shirt that would qualify as "cosy" or easy to wear. My wardrobe isn't exactly made of that type of clothes. As I was looking through my options Sam approached me with a rather old shirt in his hands. He gave it to me saying he was about to get rid of it. Its colour has started to seriously fade away and the bottom half was damaged, (torn, to be precise) but in terms of style it was leisure and could still be good for a night or two.

I'm not a 100% sure how I reacted to his generous offer but I can confidently state that I found this gesture so incredibly lovely that I blushed. I also remember him cracking a soft smile and as he did that the dimples appeared.

Wait, he hasn't noticed how insecure I was, right? Now that I think about it, yeah... He must have. And he never said a word. I thought it was important to tell you his story because that was the first moment in the history of our relationship when I first saw how kind, caring and considerate he was. Sam Winchester is not only good looking but also unbelievably delightful as a person. I'm telling you, at that point he seemed so bloody perfect that my initial way of thinking dictated to start looking for things he isn't immaculate at. But that's another story for another time.

I took his plaid with me to the bathroom, took a shower, washed my hair, hummed a song while whipping my locks around as I was blow-drying it (don't tell me that you don't do that too, I know we all do) to relax myself and get ready to go to Bedfordshire without the wooden hills. Man, I'm still so lame.

It was too late when the thought of putting on a sleeping mask hit me because I haven't had any in my possession. Sure it would've helped to conquer my insomnia which started to creep itself back in my life. However, it was me who won the battle and after about 2 short hours I was roaming the fields of dreamland.

I was so deeply asleep that I only noticed Dean being in the room when he was already talking to Sam. He tried to convince his little brother that it's time to hit the sack and let him take over the duty of the overseer but Sam had other plans. He wanted Dean to take all the chances he can get to rest. After all Sam can sleep while Dean is driving and that doesn't work the other way around. Then there was a moment of silence when I fell asleep again for a second or two. The next thing I remember was Dean talking about doing the nasty and there was something with a uniform involved. The details are blurry.

I turned to the source of the voices and looked at the shadows in confusion. My eyes were lazy; therefore, I didn't see much. I genuinely didn't know who were those two figures watching over me from the end of my bed. Deja vu. It wasn't the first time this happened. Previously I have encountered unknown characters entering my home but that was a long time ago and since than I learned the most effective ways of keeping the unwanted visitors away. Instead of panicking I kept it cool, tilted my head and asked "What the...?" but before I could finish the sentence everything fallen into place in my mind and remembered that I'm not at home anymore.

The brothers ensure me that everything was fine and I should carry on resting, however the noise they were making prevented me from putting the plan in motion. I sat up on the bed, my blanket fell off and the shirt became visible. The look on Dean's face was rather telling; he had a dirty mind and before I could make an attempt to defend myself he already came to a conclusion. I was too tired and slow to fight so I let it go by waving my arm towards him and denying everything by saying "No". As he was smiling like an immature brat or a 10-year-old - you may pick the most suitable image you can think of - as Sam and I collectively gave him the look I call "the bitch face" something unexpected happened.