I awoke with a start in the back seat of a car. I had no recollection as to how I got there, or what I was doing previously. I slowly sat up with a grunt, releasing some tension in my sore muscles. I looked out the window to see if my surroundings could break my memory block.
The car I was in appeared to be on a dusty country road. The sky was a light blue, and was clear of clouds. I soon noticed that the inside of the car was scorching. Reaching for the handle of the car door, I put my other hand firmly on the seat to help me keep my balance. My hand brushed against something, and I glanced down.
The object was a large bag. I slid the zipper down and peered inside. I couldn't see the contents as clearly as I would've liked, and began to take them out slowly. When I pulled the first object out, I gasped.
It was a large, serrated knife that gleamed under the hot sun. I dropped the weapon and reluctantly reached inside the bag again. The next thing I pulled out was an old book. I opened it and flipped through the aged pages. There were many symbols that appeared satanic in nature. My mind began to race with thoughts of the life I was living.
My hand slowly crept toward the bag and retrieved a jar of a viscous red liquid. I immediately knew it was blood.
I threw the bag down, a look of horror slowly spreading across my face as I began to panic. I heaved the door open and got out. To my surprise, two men were leaning against the back of the car.
Both of the men were quite handsome. The taller one appeared to be over six feet tall. He had brown, shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing a plaid flannel and worn jeans. The shorter of the two had short, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, freckles, and was wearing an almost identical outfit to the other man.
"Hey, you're awake." the taller one said, and smiled warmly at me.
"No, shit." I retorted.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the Impala." the shorter man joked.
"Wow, you're hilarious. Now can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I wasn't going to deal with their shit.
"It's kind of a long story." the brunette scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah, well, as far as I'm concerned, I have all the time in the world."
"We'll explain on the way to a hotel, sweetheart. Get in the car." the blonde demanded.
I crossed my arms and huffed. I hesitated to get into the car, but eventually did. They took their sweet time to finish their beers and get in with me. By then, I was even more cross then I was before.
They started explaining who they were. The taller one was Sam Winchester, and the shorter was Dean Winchester. They were brothers. I asked about the book, knife, and blood. They told me that they were hunters. They weren't normal hunters who hiked into the woods and killed deer and rabbits and stuff, though. They killed the things that most kids were afraid were under their beds and in their closets.
By the time we got to a hotel, I was all caught up in what had happened. Apparently, I was their hunter trainee. We were working a simple "salt-and-burn" case, as they called it, and some unknown creature popped up and wiped my memories clean. When Dean explained this, Sam seemed distressed.
We walked into the hotel. Dean asked the woman at the counter if she had any rooms with three beds. When she said no, Dean sighed deeply and bought a room with only two beds. We entered our hotel room, and the brothers claimed their beds.
"Well, I'm sharing a bed with one of you because I'm not sleeping on the floor." I never thought about which brother I thought was more attractive, but I contemplated this now. I silently prayed that I would get to sleep with Sam. I watched as they debated over who would have to give up their precious bed space.
"If this is going to be a big problem, sleep with each other!" I smirked as the siblings threw each other disgusted looks. "Flip a goddamn coin, or something! I just want to sleep, man."
Dean produced a coin from his jacket pocket. "Call it in the air." he muttered as he flipped the coin. "Heads." Sam said as he watched the coin land in his brother's hand.
"Ha, it's tails!" Dean's face lit up as he made himself comfortable in his bed.
I looked down at my outfit, and decided it was fit for sleeping. I was wearing a blue button-down and gray leggings. I kicked off my brown boots and made my way over to the bed where Sam was laying. He slowly took off his flannel and tore his undershirt off. I contained a gasp when I saw his chiseled chest and abs. My eyes wandered to the symbol tattooed on him. I decided not to ask him what it was, because then he would know I was staring at him.
He brought the covers over his body and watched as I laid down next to him. I wriggled under the covers and let the warmth envelope me. Sam turned off the lamp without a word, leaving us in total darkness. I could feel the tension between us, and figured it was the fact that we had to share a bed.
"Sorry about the whole 'sharing a bed' thing." I apologized.
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." he mumbled a response.
"Yeah, you're definitely not fine. You hate this. Don't think I can't feel the awkwardness."
"The tension isn't because we're sharing a bed." he said coldly.
"Well, do you mind explaining?"
"Maybe later. I'm going to get some sleep now."
He turned his body away from me. Or toward me. I couldn't see which way he turned in the lack of lighting, but I assumed he turned away from me to stop the conversation. I turned in the opposite direction and fell into an uneasy sleep.