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"Ooh the wheel in the sky keeps on turning. I don't know where I'll be tomorrow." My eyes fluttered open to the beautiful sound of Journey and for a blissful moment I didn't remember a thing. Then it hit me like a freight train when I saw Dean cleaning a shotgun.

"Morning Gingy! Have a nice nap?" He asked with a hint of sass in his voice.

I propped myself up on my elbows, "yeah, I think so..." I croaked.

"You should have. It's almost noon."

I groaned and flung back the covers to go to the bathroom and my eyes widened at the sight of my clothes. They were covered in blood. And when I say this I don't mean splatters of blood I mean a full streak of blood covered the front of my body from my chest to mid thigh. There was even blood smeared on my neck and parts of my arms. My knee had a small splotch on it from kneeing Jonathan in the face but where he had pressed his body to mine was covered in dried up blood.

"Oh my god..." I whispered as if I didn't already have enough shit in the past twenty four hours.

"Oh don't tell me you're gonna be a girl about it." Dean sighed exasperatedly. I shot him a glare and was tempted to flip him off but I had to remind myself that he didn't know me as well as I knew him so flipping him off might not fly.

"I look like I've killed someone and tried to swim in the blood." I noted and Dean just chuckled.

I picked at my previously tan tank top and it crackled as it moved. Yum. There was a little silence where I thought about the fact that I had no clothes with me seeing as I dropped my bag in my near death experience and how nasty these hotel showers were.

"I'm covered in demon blood with no extra clothes. Great." I muttered and flopped back down onto the bed.

"Maybe that's why Sammy is so into you." Dean teased and grinned like he had made the funniest joke in the world.

"Uh.... Okay...?" I muttered in confusion as I have him a sideways glance, "So, just how long ago was the Apocalypse?" I asked brushing off his supposedly humorous jab.

"About 4-5 years ago."

"Holy shit! Catch me up on what went down! I might as well know the whole story!" And boy did I get an earful. Dean, despite his surly attitude, is a great storyteller and I was cross legged on the end of the bed like a child by the time he had caught me all up to speed.

"So metatron is a douche and needs to die a and there's this bitch who thinks she is the queen of hell now and Crowley is hooked on human blood?" I asked just to clarify.

"Yeah, makes you kinda miss the apocalypse days." Dean mused sarcastically.

The door opened and I half expected Jonathan to walk through again but it was just Sam carting a boat load of food. My stomach made a noise that was a cross between a rumble and a whine.

"Someone hungry?" Sam asked flashing me a smile and tossing me a box from Denny's.

"That's an understatement!" I grunted as the box hit me in the chest and almost opened everywhere. I immediately dug in and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of breakfast meats Sam had ordered.

"Question. Are you guys going to dump me at some other hunter's house or are you going to teach me how to defend myself then dump me?" I asked as I threw away my takeout box.

Sam inspected the floor with a little bit of shame playing on his features and Dean sighed. I knew I struck a chord there seeing as they had just recently lost Kevin (I had no shame about using that against them) but they stayed quiet for much longer than I expected.