Chapter 1: Heavy In Your Arms
"I'm so heavy, heavy, heavy in your arms." The popular Florence and the Machine song blasted over my head phones. I was in that moody somber teenage funk, it also didn't help that my monthly gift was going to show up any day as well. I watched out the window, as plain desolate field after empty field passed by the Impala. Suddenly I was brought from my day dream mode as I felt a soft yet steady tap on my barefoot. Looking up I saw Dean's piercing green eyes met my duller green ones. They were filled with annoyance and a bit of worry. "Yes?" I asked fumbling with the touch screen lock to pause my music. I was trying to tell you that we are going to stop at a hotel in about 15 minutes so get your stuff together." He grumped at me, I could tell like Sam and I he was exhausted from the last hunt. "By the way, why do you listen to that moody teenage girl I hate my life music?" Dean asked, raising that famous pondering Dean Winchester eyebrow. "I don't know Dean; sometimes I just need a break from ACDC. It just helps me think and I don't have an ever present pounding going through my skull." I replied, trying to restrain myself from rolling my eyes at him. "Humph." Was his reply as he turned around in the passenger seat to talk to Sammy who was driving. Surprise right? Sammy actually drove quite a lot especially when Dean was living on almost no sleep or a hunt had left him more sore than usual.
"Charls we're here." Sam said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the car for about 10 minutes. "Okay." I replied, once again gazing out the window and noticing yet again it was a crap motel. One that probably had hookers and men cheating on their wives in the other rooms. Just another day in the life of being a Winchester. Not that I'm complaining, I mean who wouldn't love being a Winchester? You get to fight bad, evil things such as; demons, ghosts, ghouls, vampires, and so on. The only thing is, it gets tiring after a while. I would love to go to college and join a soriety, go to frat parties, and live worry free. But nope, I get to save the world with my two older brothers.
"Charlie want me to bring your bags in?" Dean asked, throwing Sam the keys to the motel room so he didn't have to fumble with trying to open the door and balance our bags. "Yeah, thanks." I replied, wandering in after Sam wondering what this hotel room would look like. Needless to say this one was one of the worst rooms we had stayed in décor wise. It varied with lime green, and neon orange flower wallpaper, and the carpet was shag style that was a burnt orange color. But hey on the bright side, it had two queen beds, so at least I knew I was going to share with one of the guys tonight. It beats sleeping on the couch or worse the floor. "Sam do you need help looking for a job?" I asked laying on the bed nearest the door, Dean's usual bed. "Nope, I'm good." He replied looking up from his laptop. "Okay." I replied, grabbing The Hunger Games out of the knapsack and turning to the last page where I left off."