I sighed, trying as hard as I could to get all the blood off. This was hell. Dean and Sam warned me about the danger and the gore, but I never thought that I would have to watch as a child died because of one of these monsters. Let alone thinking that the child would die in my arms. I thought I could save her. I really did. However, like I learned on my last actual hunt: you can't save everyone. The demon proved that to me. I winced at the thought. Plus I couldn't talk to the boys about my guilt. Dean would probably call me weak. He never really approved of me coming to hunt with them. Sam, on the other hand, at least tried to make me feel like a part of the team. He was the one who helped me keep my head. He helped me learn from my mistakes. It was because of Sam that I was getting better. Sighing, I wiped my hands on a towel before lifting my shirt. My wound was really bad. The cut reached from my shoulder blade to my hip. It was a wonder that neither of the boys noticed. They think I came out of this hunt unscathed. I was going to keep it that. I slowly put the shirt back down, and walked into the main part of the motel room. Just have to fake it until we get to Bobby's...
Dean and Sam were sitting at the little table when I came out. Sam was busy stitching up Dean's arm. Neither spoke to me as I rummaged through my duffel, looking for my concealer. After all, I wasn't as unscathed as the boys thought. It was quite easy to hide a black eye with a hood, and the fact that neither would even look at me. Plus, I couldn't really leave this room with a prominent black eye. People might end up calling the police to report domestic abuse. I smiled at the thought. That would actually be funny. But then again, if Dean and Sam go to jail, I would be left alone. I frowned, and just concentrated on finding my make-up. After a while, I punched the bag, and fell face first into the bed. Today just wasn't my day.
"Whats wrong with you?" Dean asked.
I groaned, rolling onto my back and sitting up. He was glaring at me, while Sam gave me this weird look. That is, until they got a good look at my face. Sam immediately stood and rushed to my side, cradling my face carefully. He poked gently at the dark bruise, as if testing how badly it hurt. It made me wince and pull away. Shame filled my heart, and I glared down at my hands.
"I can't find my concealer..." I whispered.
dean scoffed before heading into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and fell back again. This is going to be the death of me...
I looked in the mirror, inspecting the dark circles under my eyes. This is the fourth time I was awoken by a nightmare. Most of the time, they were bad enough to reduce me to tears and heavy breathing. I would wake up gasping, sometimes screaming. That's why I insisted on having my own room. I didn't want to wake the boys. No, I thought, I just didn't want to wake Dean... I groaned, gripping the edge of the sink tightly. I was so sick of worrying about what they thought about me. I grew up learning that the only opinion that mattered was mine, and yet, here I was. Trying to make them like me. Maybe I was trying a bit too hard. Wincing, I peeled my shirt off, and looked at my cut. I just don't want them to think that I'm weak...
The wound looked much worse than earlier. It was bloody and just completely worrying. It was a good thing my shirt was black, otherwise the boys would've have seen this. I sighed. I have never feared blood. Nor have I feared getting hurt. However, I was worried I made the wrong choice in not telling anyone. Even with the bandages I used to slow the bleeding, It went through to my shirt. It even went through to my sheets. I was surprised I wasn't feeling dizzy. I shook my head, pulling the bloody gauze off. Then I replaced it as well as I could. It was harder than it looked. Once done, I went out into the main part of the room, and grabbed a new shirt. I didn't even notice that my door was wide open, or that the Winchester's were staring at me wide eyed.
"Grace! What the hell?!" Sam exclaimed.
I jumped and turned to look at them, my shirt half-way down. Then I quickly yanked it all the way down, and glared at them.
"What the hell to you! What are you doing in my room?!"
Sam shook his head, walking toward me and grabbing my arms. He sat me down on the bed, and lifted my shirt. Dean, on the other hand, began packing all of my stuff.
"We are leaving," the older Winchester said. "Don't you remember? I told you to get up early."
What? Oh shit...that's right...