I crashed down onto the cheap motel bed, letting out a loud and husky sigh. Another day of murdering creatures that should only exist in stories.. But that's the only purpose I have, right?
Staring up at the ceiling, I didn't notice someone walk in and slam the door behind them. I sat up immediately, already reaching for my gun from impulse but pulled my hand back when I saw who it was.
"Amy?" I breathed out. She slammed her bag onto the dresser, and sat down on the floor against the wooden piece of furniture. It took me a minute to see the bottle in her hand. She turned her head towards me and said in a slurred voice "Hello Winchester.." Amy blinked heavily, as if it took all of the strength in her to do so.
Yep, she's drunk.
"Tonight was hard," Amy slurred again, sipping her bottle slowly. I cringed slightly. I hated seeing her like this. She swallowed, and groaned loudly, throwing the bottle at the opposing wall. It smashed against the tacky wallpaper, splattering all over the nightstand and the floor. I frowned. So did she.
"Ugh, I'm becoming my mom," She huffed in a sarcastic way. I stood up, and walked towards her. She held up a hand in defiance.
"No, no no, I'm fine, Sam," Amy rolled her eyes and waved me off. I snorted lightly.
"Alright," I grabbed her underarms and pulled her up onto her feet, catching her offguard.
"woAH," She stumbled off to the left, crashing into me. I caught her swiftly, wrapping my arms around her. Her back was extremely thin; I ran my fingers along her spine. It was easy to feel, even through her leather jacket and black t-shirt..well, too easy..
"Amy?" I inquired in a small voice. Maybe a bit too small. I sounded like a concerned parent rather than a badass overprotective hunter. I cleared my throat and noticed her looking up at me with a sober, curious look on her face. How does one even go from drunk and careless to immediately vigilant?
Amy never ceases to take me by surprise.
"Winchester?" She mocked my parent-like voice. I couldn't really respond. Her apple-green eyes bored into mine with a somewhat anxious glint to them, making me shift uncomfortably where I was standing. I smiled small and let go of her. She immediately straightened herself and crossed her arms, giving me the tell-me-what-is-wrong-or-I-will-stab-you look.
"Nothing, sorry," I shook my head. "You should sleep. Rough night."
I hoped to dear God she doesn't remember this when she wakes up the next day.
But instead of complying with my suggestion, she scowled darker. "Dean. What is it?"
I let out a long sigh through my nose. "I'm fine. Sleep - you look horrible."
Which wasn't true - she looked beautiful, even if she was drunk, like always.
Amy let out a scoff and stepped towards me. I felt like my heart was going to pop from beating so hard.
Literally.
"Seriously, what's wrong?" Her tone got more curious. I didn't know what to say. Normally, when it came to Sam or Maddie, I could make up a lie in a snap. But her eyes..it was like they were piercing into my soul, seeing all of the cracks and faults and all of the damned lies that I've ever told.
Tad bit creepy if you ask me.
"Weren't you drunk not two seconds ago?" I tried changing the subject, turning my back on her and pulling out my laptop from my bag. She grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around to face her. Amy's expression was dead serious - why do I always take this girl for granted?! Her hair hang smoothly in front of her face, slightly wind-swept from the breeze outside. I took her hand off of my shoulder, and entwined her fingers in mine. I leaned into her face, and said in a low voice "Amy, it's not me I'm worried about."
Amy frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Seriously, through all of your clothing, I can feel your spine. Every time I grab your wrists, they nearly slip out of my clutch. Every time I hug you, I can wrap my arms twice around you, because you're so damn small. So how about you answer me this; what the hell is going on?" I snapped, feeling my stomach stir with guilt right after the words poured out.
She blinked.
I scoffed, and turned back to my laptop. "Never mind. Don't answer that."
For a good three minutes, Amy stood there, fidgeting with her fingers and shifting uncomfortably as I typed on the computer. She bit her lip God knows how many times, and looked around her, as if someone was watching her. Finally, she squeaked "You're probably the only person other than Maddie to notice." And she turned to walk away. This time, I didn't go after her. I figured she needed alone time.
- + -
Morning peeked through the thin, bland curtains, shining on my face. I woke up slowly, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head from the morning dizziness. Standing up slowly, I trudged over to the small crappy hotel kitchen to fix myself coffee when I heard a silky voice smoothly greet from behind "Morning, Winchester."
I nearly dropped my coffee right there.
Without turning around, I replied "Morning."
I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, making me flinch slightly. I turned my head slightly, studying the hand sitting atop of my shoulder bone, trailing my eyes up the arm, and to the person in which it belonged to.
Amy smiled small and elbowed me aside. "What kind of coffee do we have?"
I snorted. "We've got coffee."
"Ass," she muttered, cracking a smile in amusement while pouring herself some in a chipped mug. She was about to walk away when I grabbed her free arm gently. Amy stopped in her tracks.
"Of course I noticed," I murmured softly, careful not to stumble on my words. "It's because I care."
She didn't look over at me.
"Amy, you don't have to tell me anything, but seriously, don't shut me out," I began slowly, feeling a lump in my throat form. "I get enough of that from Sam, and I get more than enough of being shut out from Maddison. Don't push me away, because I just don't think I can deal with all of you hiding things from me."
Amy turned around, her eyes somewhat a mixture of sad and annoyed. Oh, hell, I can't read her emotions anymore. She caressed my face lightly, and said in a small, shaky voice "Don't worry about me, okay?"
I rested my hand on top of hers and nodded sullenly, feeling the hopelessness inside of me expand. I kissed her forehead, and turned back to my coffee. As she walked out, she paused and leaned her head back into the motel room. "FYI, Winchester, Maddie and Sam are still sleeping, so keep it down."
And with that she strutted out of the room. I widened my eyes, and yelled -
"WHAT?!"
