Huntress

Part 4: Like Me

The ride in the Impala was much like any other. Uncle Dean played unnecessarily loud music, - usually AC/DC - your Dad complained, and you sat in the back watching the world go past. The landscaping in America was similar to England, only on a much larger scale. The size of the states wasn't something you'd thought about when you moved over. Sure, you knew it was big but...you weren't even near the coast. Living on an island then moving to the middle of a landmass wasn't something you'd considered to be prepared for...not that you had much warning anyway.
Thankfully your Dad had given you some money to buy some clothes at the weekend and you had a new shirt and jeans on, but you kept the same boots and jacket for now.

After another episode of convincing them you could hunt, you were in your way to check out another case. This time a Church was involved and what the police called a "possible suicide". Although you were beginning to think that was how every hunt over hear started.
You weren't sure if you had fully converted them to the idea of you hunting with them, but what else could you do? You were too stubborn to stop now and it would be dangerous to leave you alone.

Your Dad turned the music down, you glanced up from your phone. "Obviously you can't pass as an FBI agent, so you're gonna have to stay in the motel," he began, the car pulling up into the carpark.
"Okay." You nodded whilst getting out, not having considered the fact that they even had fake FBI badges. A month ago and the FBI would have still sounded like something you see in an American film. Something unreal.
And yet here they were.
You grabbed your new backpack- a book from the library, headphones, a phone charger and some spare clothes were in it. Also salt.
You swing it over your shoulder and nod before following on after them.

As they asked for a room you realised the Motel only offered rooms with two double beds. Your face fell as you noted the predicament.
You weren't sharing a bed. No way.
Maybe you could sleep in the car? Or on a sofa...if they had one in the room-

You follow on again, clearly the only one concerned about this. Placing your bag down, you look about the room, grimacing at the hideous yellow-wallpaper and broken tiles in the bathroom.
"Take my laptop and get some research done. Well be back soon." Your Dad quickly spoke before closing the door.
"Thanks." You say despite the fact no one was in the room.
You collapse on the bed, even after a few weeks your body hadn't got used to the timezone difference. Tired eyes threaten to close but you open up the laptop, determined to have something useful when they came back.
No. You couldn't afford to think like that: if they came back.

Once again you were faced with the difficulty of finding useful information. You knew the description of the corpse but not much else.
With mixture of jet-lag and hunger swarming in your mind, your eyes drooped closed.

You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking as you squinted to see the time on the clock: 4am. Damn timezones.
Your body still hadn't gotten used to the five or so hours difference and insisted you woke up at the most impractical of times.
Sighing, you glance to your right and notice that your Dad was the only one in the room.
You had your own bed?
Where was your Uncle Dean?

You sat up and stared at the door, as though it would be like in the films and he'd come bursting through right on time.
You continued to stare.

Rustling and movement dragged your eyes away from the uneventful door and you saw your Dad looking at you.
You couldn't tell if he'd noticed you looking back as it was very dark and only your eyes moved.
"You okay?" He asked, starting to yawn before he'd finished 'okay'.

You nod before realising he might not have seen you do so: "Yeah... Where's Dean?"
"A club...if you catch my drift."
"Oh..." you were relieved but also slightly disgusted. Of all places...in the middle of a case as well.