Darkened Mind (Sequel to Broken Soul (Supernatural/Dean Winchester))

Mirror Mirror on the Motel Wall

I awake to find myself sitting in the car, head against the window, all alone. Outside, the streetlamps are on and the sky dark. How long have i been out?

Unbuckling myself, i climb out of the car. Just then, i see Sam walking towards me from the motel office.

"How the hell is it already dark?" i say, dazed and confused.

"When you take such a slim person and give them enough alcohol to make the comatose..." sam says. We stand there, infront of the car, with an air of tension between us. "Uh... Wanna go check out the room?" sam holds up the key.

With a nod, we grab our stuff and unlock room 4a. Sam litterally justdrops his bags on the floor and flops onto one of the two beds. Im guessing hes exhausted from driving on a hangover all day. Within minutes i hear faint snors coming from him.

As i have now slept enough hours to be refueled for a week, i switch on the tv only, i don't pay attention to the pointless drama going on on the screen. Instead, i can't help but look over at sam, whos face is lines with silver from the light from the tv. An odd feeling starts to stur inside me, one i know i needn't to pursue. But yet, i can't get myself to look away. I think of how his hands roamed all over me and his lips doing just the same. Then i remember the fact that i fell asleep and the look i saw on his face just before i did so. I think of the little frown on his face once he saw my ribcage which sticks out but yet not far enough. That must be why he frowned. He must of saw all the fat on me and was disappointed. After all, he was 100% muscle and i can never amount to that.

Getting up ever so slowly, i peel off the covers and make my way to the bathroom, where i proceed to stare into the mirror that spreads across the wall. Rolling up my top, i reveal a deep curve in my stomach and a defined set of ribcages. Not defined enough though.

I turn and face the toilet. With two fingers, i remove the little food that is in my stomach. I stare down the toilet with nothing but self loathing.

Getting up and washing my hands, i leave the bathroom, trying to see if sam was awaken. To my relief, he was still fast asleep and i settled myself down infront of the tv to watch endless info-mercials until the sun comes up.