No Rest For The Wicked

Enochian Scriptures

Misha continued to look bewildered the entire ride to a nearby motel. Once they arrived, he sat down by himself in the corner of the room on an old armchair, a perturbed look plastered on his face. Jensen sat on the bed, and Jared laid down on the next bed over.

"What the hell, man?" Jensen growled, running his fingers through his hair. "So what? You're a prophet? Like from the show?" Jensen asked Misha, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Misha simply shrugged. "I'm not even sure what I am." He said quietly, fiddling with loose strings on the chair.

"Duh," Jared said, taking his jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door. "How could you know? You just discovered you're a physic... Thing, " he threw his hands up. Misha sighed, resting his head on his hand before speaking. "Well, we don't know if I'm a physic or not. I might just have an angel watching over me pulling the strings."

"That totally didn't make things any less creepy, " Jensen hissed, looking up from his phone. Misha shrugged, frowning. "Okay, let's just... Talk about this tomorrow. I'm tired." Jared said flatly, curling up in his bed and throwing his blanket over his head. Jensen and Misha looked at each other before Jensen laid down in his own bed, Misha sleeping on the large armchair.

When they awoke the next morning, bright sunlight was pouring through the blinds, illuminating the dim room. Dust particles filtered in and out of the light like tiny bugs. Jared grumbled tiredly, lifting the blanket off his body. He rubbed his eyes, stretching his arms and legs with a tired yawn. He stepped out of the bed, feet sifting through the soft red carpet of the room.

He wandered into the restroom, flicking on the light. He glared at himself in the mirror, narrowing his eyes at the groggy reflection. He sighed, grabbing the hand towel. He doused it in water, cleaning his face off with it gently. He set the cloth down, staring at his reflection once again. For some reason, his reflection seemed to have a mind of its own, narrowing its eyes at him when he wasn't even doing it.

"The hell?" Jared whispered, tilting his head a small bit. The reflection didn't follow, yet had the same look of bewilderment on its face. Jared quickly left the room, blaming it on being tired. Misha awoke shortly after this, yawning and stretching before standing up. "Morning," Jared said to him before walking over to the table, sitting on a chair.

"Hey," Misha replied, looking around as if he was still unsure this was real. "I had the weirdest dream last night," Misha said, sitting in the chair opposite Jared. "Oh yeah?" Jared promoted, leaning on his hand. "Well, you, me, and Jensen were on a hunt and there were these... Enochian carvings on the wall, like at the wolves nest." He continued. "And they started glowing and there was this high-pitched ringing and then I woke up."

"That is kinda... Weird." Jared concluded, shrugging. "What about you? Anything weird?" Misha asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, actually. I kept thinking that my reflection was doing its own thing." He said with a huff, putting his hand down and moving hair out of his face. "Really? Me too..." Misha squinted in confusion, thinking for a moment.

"Seriously?" Jared asked, dumbfounded. Misha nodded. "Jesus..." Jared leaned back in his seat, trying to think of a rational answer. Misha looked uncomfortable as if this weirded him out more than it did Jared. "Maybe it's just because we're tired?" Jared tried, throwing his hands up. "I... I don't know." Misha replied. He said that a lot.

Then Jensen woke up finally. "Hey... What's going on?" He asked tiredly. Jared and Misha looked at each other before explaining to Jensen what had happened. "Wow," Jensen said at the end. "That's so weird. Because it happened to me too."