A/N: New story, not much to say, this kind of started out as just a writing vomit and turned out liking the idea, so here is a new one. Yay…
Hope you enjoy! :)
When life presents itself on a plate of choices, do you take the easy picking or go for the more interesting one that is sure to be difficult and required to work for? My daily actions revolve around choices, and practically the whole human race is the same way. Every day we choose to wake up and leave the house, do stuff worthwhile, or even go to school. I, however, was not one of those people to have normal. I wasn't normal.
The usual routines I have to go through, require expertise and knowledge far beyond any normal person in the world, unless they were like me; a hunter. One could say that I was born and raised of this, into a family that only worked this job like they breathed it. I had my fair share of experiences, including the very one that got me started. I'll never forget my father when he died…then again, who couldn't when you've found out the biggest secret he had kept from you since you were born?
Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree. I loved my father, but I just wish he had told me. That way I could decide what I wanted to do, whether I wanted to become what he had run away from, or simply lead the normal life he raised me into. Hunting is my life now, and it will always be.
Driving my car seemed to be the only comfort and time to think nowadays, and I thought about my dad and this line of work frequently. I was on my way to the next hunt, some complaints of seeing two figures around the neighborhood and accounts of killings going on. Didn't really research much into it, but I needed something to do besides hole up in a motel room on my laptop, eating food and lying around.
People needed saving, needed help and I was here to make sure that they were taken care of. Maybe I should hand out my number on a card with a logo that says, 'Paranormal, demon, creature hunting babysitter.' It does after all, seem like I am babysitting them.
Finally, the sign that says, 'Welcome to so and so town,' came up and I sighed in relief. I had been on the road long and a good amount of rest is what I needed, then I could start on researching and get this job done. There were bigger fish out there in the world that needed to be taken care of and I didn't see any other hunter doing it…that's if there were any. I hadn't really run across any other hunters in my life.
Pulling into the lot of the first motel that I saw, I set my car in park before heading inside to the main office to check into a room. Once I entered, I was hit with cold air and the sound of the bell over the door ringing. The old woman behind the desk didn't seem to move or acknowledge that someone had just come inside her establishment. She didn't appear to be breathing either…was she alive?
For some weird reason, old people always freaked me out, because you never knew if they were dead or sleeping, and their eyes were sad and sometimes covered with a glassy film that showed they were close to death.
Slowly, I took small steps to the desk and tapped my hand on the little bell thing that you'd usually see in some fancy hotel or something…nothing, not even a movement.
"Excuse me," I said.
No answer.
"I'd like a room please," I called a bit louder, and still no answer.
Great, just my luck, pull into the first place I see and wind up with a lady that passed on when I got here. I huffed tiredly, slouching forward defeated and that's when the lady before me decided to wake up. I jumped at the event as my hand shot to my chest to calm my heartbeat.
"Who's there? You better not be trying to steal my stuff," the lady exclaimed.
I watched, still trying to catch my breath, as her wild eyes set onto me and she immediately smiled. "Hello there, what can I do for you?" she asked.
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The room that I had paid for wasn't too bad, I mean, it held a working shower, and a bed, that's all that I ever really need when I go to places now. Kicking the door shut behind me as I made my way to the bedroom, I dropped my bags onto the floor without a care and ran and jumped onto the mattress bouncily.
"So soft," I mumbled, taking the pillow and wrapping my arms underneath it and pulling the object in closer to my face.
"And so mine," a voice said.
My eyes shot open and I flipped over, sitting up, and staring at the man who was in my room. "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" I yelled.
"I was about to ask the same thing. It appears you've got the wrong room sweetheart," he said.
"Who are you? And I do not have the wrong room! This is room 7, I paid and signed for the room, got the key to prove it buddy," I said, digging for the keys out of my pocket and dangling them in the air.
"Fine, you don't have the wrong room, but listen, we need this more than you, so leave Daisy Duke."
"My name isn't Daisy Duke, and I will not leave. I've skipped too many nights of much needed rest and I am here on business. What do you mean we?"
Suddenly, my question was answered as I saw another male come around the corner from the kitchen, tall, tan, and handsome. "Let me guess…gay?" I asked.
"No, no, no. Brothers," the tall one replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm not leaving. Deal with it, or find another damn room."
"There are none," the shorter one answered.
"Well Derwood, looks like you have to deal with it," I spoke, flashing a smile before turning back to the pillow, flicking off the lamp on the side table, and plunging the room into darkness. It was time for my beauty sleep.
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In the night I heard some very interesting things. An argument between the brothers, a few curse words from the short one, and restlessness coming from somewhere in the room. I swear if that man makes another noise, I'm going to tear him one with my 9mm, which is if it was who I thought it was. Since I couldn't sleep at all, which was a major disappointment, I got up and headed into the bathroom after grabbing my duffel somewhere by the door, needing a shower. Starting up the water, I noticed the already arranged array of shampoo and body-wash occupying the porcelain shelves. They already moved in. Lovely.
I don't know what it was, but these two, mainly the short blond, was getting on my nerves and annoying the hell out of me. Why? I didn't have a clue as to who they were as people, and for all I can guess, they were just around touring or antiquing, whatever you call it. They had no idea what the world was really like. Guys like that...that looked that way...they wouldn't. Probably would ruin their plan with getting married to girls, having kids, a dog, and a blue house with manicured grass...don't forget the white picket fence.
Now that I think about it, maybe only one of them fit the criteria…the tall one. There was something there with these brothers though, something that was a valid piece of information to me and I needed to find out what it was. I climbed into the shower, pulling the curtain over for privacy, just in case the lonely night traveler may wander. Sighing contently as the water droplets hit my tense muscles, I was glad to be able to have a form of relaxation that I wasn't able to have with sleeping. There would be no chance at going back to that afterwards, once I was up, I was up.
When my shower finished, I grabbed a few clothing items and began to dress. My hair was the bigger issue. Long and brown, almost black on occasions, my straight cut bangs hung barely over my eyes, the rest tangled thanks to the fact of being wet. Once I looked presentable, I exited taking my duffel and tossing it onto the bed I had recently occupied. It wasn't a small thump when it landed, more of a groan and a curse. Walking over to the bed and staring at the form of Shorty in it, perfectly at rest, I folded my arms in front of me.
"What are you doing in my bed?" I asked, waiting to hear his answer.
"Get your bag off me," he mumbled.
"No."
His head rose to glare at me and in return I gave a wide, bright smile.
"What are you doing up so early anyways, it's..." he paused, glancing at the clock and widening his eyes at the sight, "Three in the morning!"
"Shh, you'll wake the other one."
"Are you insane? 3a.m. You have got to be on crack woman, that is just not natural."
"Well, if I recall, I would've slept more if it hadn't been for finding you and your brother in my room, or the fact that you couldn't stop snoring."
"Not my fault I'm musical."
"Is it your fault for being annoying? Yes."
I picked the bag up in my hands and dropped it onto the floor next to the mattress, making the man smile tiredly before laying his head back against the pillow, however, not closing his eyes.
"Name's Dean," he said, grinning, almost as if he had said a joke and I didn't know the answer to it and wouldn't be able to figure it out even if I tried.
"I'd say it's nice to meet you...but..." I paused, gesturing with my hands to him, the bed, his brother, and the room.
"Yeah..."
"Does tall, long legged, and lanky have a name, Dean?"
"Sam." I nodded my head at the reply.
What should I do now, tell him my name? That would make sense, but I am not one for sharing that bit of personal information. I could give a fake... "Brooke," I lied.
"You don't look like a--," he began.
"Well it's my name. You got a problem with that?" I asked, walking away and towards the kitchen of the motel room. Dean right behind in an instant as I started to make a fresh pot of coffee.
"No. Just saying, I want to know your real name." That caught me.
He knew. He knew that I was lying...how? Usually I do it all the time and no one catches it, no one, not unless he was a hunter. Nah, he can't be. He's doesn't even look the type. Wait, no, he kind of does. But he can't be. He's too, what is the word...I don't know, but he isn't. He can't. He's not.
"Who are you?" I asked instead of replying.
"Dean, I already--."
"No. I mean, who are you?"
"If you are asking about job wise, me and my brother are unemployed at the moment. Taking a road trip with all the money we've got left, trying to see what else there is out in the world that we might like," Dean explained.
"Camry. My name is Camry, now tell me who you are Dean, and I am talking about the truth and not this tale you spun to say to me and others you come across."
"You wouldn't believe me."
"Try me Dean."
Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.