What am I doing with my life. Those seven words keep repeating in Charlene Rosen's head as she allows her sister - Becky Rosen - to drag her to where 'Sam and Dean Winchester' are apparently staying, just so they can 'deliver a prophecy' to them.
Sam and Dean Winchester. The main protagonists in the book series that Becky is obsessed with. Carly internally rolls her eyes as she remembers the million times Becky tried to force her into reading the books.
Her hazel eyes turn to look at her sister as she asks for the umpteenth time
"And you're sure that this isn't just some elaborate scam to, I don't know, harvest our kidneys or something?" She asks, a mocking tone hidden in her words. Becky sighs, never taking her eyes off the road as she pulls into the motel parking lot.
"Mr. Edlund- Chuck said that they're real, and I believe in him." Shutting off the car, Becky turns towards Carly, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "You know who else I believe in? Sam Winchester!"
Charlene lets out a deep sigh as she gets out of the car, jogging to catch up to her sister who somehow already made it to the front doors. It's like she becomes The Flash when she's excited.
Carly hears Becky muttering the room number repeatedly under her breath as they walk down the hallway, and she nearly runs into her when Becky suddenly stops in front of one of the doors.
Knock knock knock. She wraps her knuckles on the door, the harsh sound causing Carly to cringe.
Shuffling feet are heard from the other side of the door, and both girls hold their breath as the door slowly opens, and a man with long brown hair sticks his head out.
Becky lets out a loud gasp/squeal, and his eyebrows furrow together.
"Are you okay, lady?"
Becky's eyes grow ten sizes. "Sam?" She asks reverently. "Is it really you?"
Before Carly can get a word in to explain who they are and why they're there, Becky reaches out a hand and places it on Sam's chest.
"And you're so firm."
A small 'what the-' escapes Carly's lips, causing Sam to look over at her for the first time, a questioning look on his face.
"Woah-woah, hey, Becky-" Charlene says, her face flushing in embarrassment as she grabs Becky's arm and pulls it away from Sam.
"Do I know you?" Sam asks, baffled, looking between Charlene and Becky.
"No, but I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're-" Becky glances into the room at Dean, her smile turning down a bit. "-not what I pictured." She looks back to Sam. "I'm Becky, and this is my sister Charlene."
Without warning, Becky pushes her way into the room, her smile growing bigger by the second.
Sam gives Carly a 'what the hell' look, and she mouths 'sorry' to him as he moves out of the way to let her in.
Becky turns back to Sam, and excitedly says "I've read all about you guys. I've even written a few-" She stops, letting out a giggle. Charlene takes that small gap of time in her rant to interrupt and get to the point.
"Erm- anyway, Mr. Edlund sent us."
As Sam closes the door, Dean stands up from the bed. "Chuck?"
Charlene nods, about to continue speaking, but a sharp elbow to her side prevents her from it. She shoots a glare at her sister as Becky starts talking.
"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels-" she says, her voice becoming even higher with excitement. "-Nice change-up to the mythology by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Carly rolls her eyes.
"Um, right. Just what's the message?" Sam asks, starting to get impatient.
Becky closes her eyes as she recites the message from memory.
"He had a vision. 'The Michael sword is on Earth. The Angels lost it.' "
"The Michael sword?" Dean asks skeptically.
"Do you know where it is?"
"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." Carly's eyebrows knit together as Becky tells them this, since this is her first time hearing this part of the message too.
"Uh, forty-two dogs? Are you sure-"
"I'm sure!" Becky interrupted her sister, sending her a scalding glare, before turning back to Sam.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." She stepped closer to Sam. "I memorized every word." She placed her hand on Sam's chest again. "For you."
Charlene felt her cheeks light up again in embarrassment as she does this. Sam looks towards her pleadingly as he says "Uh, Becky. C-uh... can you- quit touching me?"
"No," Becky replies, causing Charlene to roll her eyes and tug her hand away from Sam yet again.
Not even caring if Becky hears her this time, Carly says to Sam "I'm really sorry about all of this."
Becky sends her a withering glare, before Dean begins to herd them towards the door.
"Look, this has truly been an amazing experience, but we have the devil to hunt down, so we don't really have time for all this, 'kay?" Charlene notices Becky opening her mouth to say something, so she elbows her in the side to keep her silent.
"I get it. Uh- anyway, thanks for your time," she says, forcing a smile even as Becky glares daggers at her. She sends another apologetic glance at Sam before practically dragging Becky out of the room.
As the door slams shut behind them, Becky continues to glare at Charlene.
"What the heck was that?!" Carly whispers harshly, her hazel eyes piercing into her sisters.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Becky states as she folds her arms and breaks eye contact.
"I mean all of the 'Sam' crap. You can't just walk up to someone and start groping them for gods sake!"
"But I know him!" Becky retorts as she begins to march down the hall.
"No, you don't! You know a fictional character who's probably nothing like him! Besides, he doesn't know you! How would you feel is someone just walked up to you and started touching your chest?!"
That keeps Becky silent, and Charlene feels a smug smile creeping onto her face.
I don't think I've ever managed to shut my sister up before, Carly thinks. She glances over at her silent sister as she slides into the passenger seat.
Closing the door, they pull out of the motel parking lot, quickly leaving in in their rear-view mirror. As the smug feeling from managing to make Becky shut up fades away, Charlene feels her world start to crumble, piece by piece, from all the new information.
Sam and Dean Winchester are real. Angels and Demons are real. Every single monster I can think of is real... and if that isn't bad enough. . . The devil is really on the loose.
Being burdened with all this knowledge and yet being unable to do anything about it feels awful. Carly's hazel eyes close in defeat as she realizes what - to her - is the worst thing of all.
The world is going to end, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
A tear makes an invisible trail down her cheek, and a sigh escapes her lips as she's slowly pulled into the realm of sleep from exhaustion. As her last clear thought before she's completely under, she thinks:
There's nothing I can do... I guess it's just like every other day, than.
A/N: Hey guys. I'm aware of the fact that I suck at endings (and at summaries, and titles), but please be nice if you leave a review. This is only my third published fanfic, so I'm still pretty self-conscious about how people view them. Anyway, thanks for reading this, and I'll try to update as soon as I can. :)