You Are A What

{3~Pants? Overrated.}

Sam's POV

       After settling into the motel, Dean was out like a light. The three beers he had beforehand settled his wandering thoughts so it seemed.
Mine were not dominated that easily, now here I lay in bed awake thinking about two girls who defied the odds. Arianna determined smile flashed across my eyelids making a small one of my own appearance. They were definitely an odd pair, but they seemed genuine. I guess we will be seeing more of them tomorrow.
   
I woke up to the sun shining through a crack in the blinds angling perfectly into my eyes. Bones crack and pop as I stretch before trekking into the bathroom. My black eye still lingered from the semi hitting the Impala, along with Dean, Dad, and I. Dean insist he is 'fine', but I can't believe him. He was closer to Dad than I ever was and his death was taking a toll on him, no matter how much he refused otherwise.

     The shower was a welcoming spray of relaxation. Closing my eyes for a split second to get the hair off my forehead, yellow eyes were staring back at me. I shake myself trying to rid it of the image, only accomplishing that after accidentally hitting my head on the shower head.

"'Damn." Rubbing my forehead gingerly, I continue my shower routine. After rinsing myself off and wrapping in a towel, I step out into the brisk motel air.

"Dean, rise and shine!" A dull groan sounds from his unmoving form. Then a pillow is launched at me.

"Dude, you could have warned me you were half-naked." He says rubbing his eyes.

"Hurry up and shower before we go see the Arianna and Taylor," I say walking over to the coffee pot.

"Alright, I'm up." He rubs his hair gingerly before sauntering into the bathroom.
   

The freshly brewed caffeine perks up my mood along with the thought of seeing Taylor and Arianna again. After a few moments at the rickety table with my laptop, the address was a piece of cake.

"Sammy, can you bring me a towel?" I heard Dean yell from the shower.

"Alright," I say rolling my eyes while scribbling down the street name. Twenty minutes later and we are rolling up her street.

"What does the house look like you think?" Dean asks scanning the suburbs.

"I don't know probably brick or something."
    

Sure, enough as we rounded the corner we saw the house. It stood out from rest, strangely enough, warm red brick matched with a green roof and black door largely contrasted the beige houses on either side.

"Camaro." Dean pointed out as we walked up the concrete path.

"That means someone has to be home."

Taylor should have been released after her miraculous recovery. Knocking twice we wait for an answer, yet no one comes.

That is odd.

Dean knocks again except twice as loud. No answer again. He gets the lock pick out of his jacket and I block him from the prying eyes of watchful neighbors. A metallic click makes him shoot me a grin before wiggling the door open. The lights are off and the house is silent. With a nod of his head, Dean signals me to go upstairs.
     I walk slowly through the hall peeking into each room. I felt something hit my head before I whipped around. There Arianna stood mouth open and a foam sword in hand. A squeak resonates from her but she sags with realization. A rush of relief floods me.

"Nice weapon." I tease glancing at the foam sword in her hand.

"Don't judge me, it was all I could find. What was I supposed to do? Just walk up to you and asks for you to leave nicely?" Her hand was put on hip and she ranted in a whisper.