Kingpin Motel (Supernatural G/T)

Chapter Three

Starla was surprised to find she was the first one awake in the morning. She felt refreshed and recharged, ready to take on the day. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sprawled out on the pillow next to Dean's sleeping head, and she had to fight back a soft giggle so she would not wake him. 

Sam was laying on the other bed, still asleep too. They must've been pretty tired, or stayed up later even after she had fallen asleep. She missed these boys so much and was overjoyed to have them back. 

Still hungry from last night, she scanned the room to see if maybe they had left anything out that she could swipe. But then she remembered she could just ask one of them to get her something. That was a funny though, to have two humans wrapped around her tiny finger. She doesn't want to wake either of them up though. 

Dean's pie slice was still sitting out on the table, wrapped in plastic wrap. If she could get over there, she could probably eat a tiny bit just to tide her over until breakfast. So slowly and carefully, she slid down off the surface of the pillow and began to make her way to the edge of the bed. It was a long drop, but she might be able to shimmy down the blanket and drop the rest of the way. It's a risky maneuver.

Slowly, Starla began to climb down the blanket, using all her arm strength to keep from falling. Thankfully the blanket wasn't a very good one, otherwise, she might not be able to grip it well. She climbed until she could kick her legs and feel nothing in the way, then looked down to see that she had another few meters to drop. "Crap." She grumbled to herself. The fall may hurt a tiny bit, but not too much. 

"Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy, ow!" Starla winced in pain as she landed on her feet, her legs almost giving out as she hit the floor. It was most certainly painful, but luckily nothing broke. Now she needed to trek across the floor and scale the table, then she can get her reward.  

This was the easiest part. All she has to do is walk across the gross hardwood floor to the foot of the table, and climb the leg. It's a wooden card table, so it'll work better than if it were a normal table where the legs are more in the middle of the tabletop. 

It took her maybe five to ten minutes to get to the surface, but when she did there it sat. A few feet away was the plate, and she could smell the sweet apple scent through the plastic wrap.  She began to peel it away when large fingers curled around her body, and she would let out a startled scream had one of the large digits covered her mouth to keep her from doing so. 

"Shh, it's just me, Sam." The tall brown haired man whispered, having to fight back a small chuckle at the Borrower's reaction. 

Starla swallowed the lump in her throat, breathing heavily as her wide blue eyes stared up at him. "Y-You scared me!" She whispered as angrily as she could, folding her arms over her chest. "And if you laugh I'm going to beat you up!"

"You can try," Sam responded in a hushed tone, lowering her into his palm. "That's something I'd pay to see. 'Three-inch tall girl kicks a 6'4 man's ass.'"

Now they were both trying not to laugh, the Borrower plopping down into his palm. "When do you guys normally get breakfast? I was still hungry last night when I stopped eating, I'd just lost my appetite after..." Starla trailed off and quietly cleared her throat. "But I'd love an egg bacon and cheese sandwich. I haven't had any since you guys left and I've been craving it for ten long years."

Nodding his head, Sam glanced over at Dean. "Hey! Wake up, we need to go get breakfast." 

Dean's eyes opened and his head turned toward where Starla had been. When he saw she wasn't there, he bolted from the bed but stared at the floor. "Where is she?!" He asked, almost in panic.

"Calm down, I'm right here." Starla waved at the older brother with a grin, leaning on her other arm in Sam's hand. "And I'm hungry, so hurry your butt up so we can go get some food." 

Dean cast a playful glare at the Borrower, rubbing his tired eyes with a groan. "Alright, let's go. But we're not eating inside, not while you're with us. You're going in a pocket and hiding until we get back here. Got it?" 

"What if I want to ride on your shoulder? Just like before?" Starla asked, her smile slowly fading as she watched Dean grab his gun from under his pillow.

"That was before, this is now. You're riding in the pocket, no questions asked." 

Listening to Dean's gruff voice and realizing she didn't really have a say in this matter, Starla only nodded her head in response and looked up at Sam with a confused, sad look. She didn't want to ride in a cramped pocket, she liked riding on their shoulders. 

"Dean just wants to make sure you stay safe," Sam said in a whisper, taking a large finger and gently ruffling her short brown hair. "It'll be okay. You'll be out before you know it."

Sam hated seeing that look on her face, but he knew his brother had a point. Despite saying it the wrong way, he really did. It was safer for her to be in a pocket. When they were kids they hadn't even thought about that. But it was true. 

Very delicately, Sam lifted Starla up and slid her into his shirt pocket, making sure she was situated. 

Starla already felt cramped, but at least the pocket was of someone she trusted and not a random stranger. It's just going to be a long trip is all.