truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 6: Hangover and etc.

so i fixed the tenses up for the previous chapters. (whoop)

don't say anything about the chapter titles! i already know that they are weird and random.

"then why are you putting chapter titles?" because I CAN!!!

anyway, heres some more.

I woke up with Highway to Hell blaring through the radio. I like AC/DC but not in the morning when you are hangover!

I flipped over to my side to find the source of this hell. I slightly opened my right eye, not wanting to admit that I woke up. I moaned, as if it will turn off the radio. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but I was already past the 'sleepy zone'.

I opened my eyes and light shot through the windows, blinding me. I hissed. I reached for the alarm clock sitting on the wooden bedside table.

7:30am.

I have a shift at Biggerson's today from... 8:00! Shit!

I leaped out of bed and realised that this wasn't my place. I looked down and I was still wearing my Biggerson's red shirt and jeans.

"Morning." There was no sign of Dean but I still heard his voice. So am I still in the motel?

I had a huge headache, banging the insides of my skull. I clutched my head and stumbled over to the mini fridge. Inside it had rows and rows of beer, but I managed to find a bottle of water. I underestimated the amount inside and dribbled some of the water onto my shirt. The wet part of the shirt stuck to my skin.

"So, are you ready to go?" Dean appeared from the bathroom looking god damn hot.

"Shit." I rushed into the bathroom, pushing him to the side. I stared at my reflection, my hair was messed up and tangled and Dean fucking Winchester saw it. I forced my hair to untangle with my fingers.

"Guessing not. Coming with us to see the gonna-be victims?" Dean continued.

"No, well I really wanted to but I have a shift today. What time is it?" I tied my hair into a ponytail.

"Ummm. 7:35."

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm going to be late." Took a while but I eventually found my bag and pulled out my portable makeup bag. I splashed the cold water onto my face, getting rid of the dirt and makeup from the other day. I pulled the nearest towel and shoved my face in it and re-did my makeup.

"Can you drop me off at Biggerson's?" I checked my reflection one more time then placed my bag onto the table to check if I had everything.

"Yeah sure." He hands me my phone grinning.

"Right. Thanks." I took the phone from his hand and shoved it in my bag.

"Ready?"

I pulled my coat from the chair. "Ready."

Sam was waiting for us outside, leaning on the Impala.

"Did anything happen afterwards, Dean?" Sam had his arms crossed in a defensive way. "You know what, I don't wanna know." He pulled the door open and took shot gun.

"What?" What happened afterwards? What happened before?

"You don't remember?" Dean smirked.

"I was drunk."

"3 bottles. Really!"

"I haven't drank beer or any alcohol in a month. And I always was not good with them."