You sat there, staring at the screen of your laptop with a frown. The number was too high for your liking, even with all of the running around you did today. You heard the door to your room open and you slammed your laptop shut. Dean raised his eyebrow and you shrugged.

"We're going to get some food, wanna come?" He asked, leaning in the doorway to the cheap motel room.

"No, I'm fine." You forced a smile.

"Alright, whadya want?" He asked with a bit of suspicion.

"I'm not hungry." You said, your eyes flicking away for a brief second.

Dean gave you a highly suspicious look.

"If you get hungry, you know to call me." He said distantly.

You nodded. The door closed and you shut your eyes. The digital number flashed before your eyes: 796. You normally tried to keep your calorie count at 400 or lower. You would have to go for a run tonight. You grabbed a pen and lifted your shirt slightly, allowing the milky skin of your stomach and hip bones to become visible. Your normal punishment, to avoid the boys asking questions about scars, was to write the number on your waist as a reminder. You wrote the three digits and dropped the pen onto your bed. You had no idea how long Sam and Dean were going to be gone. You opened your laptop and left the tab. You supposed You could at least go for a run around the block for now. You changed into decent workout clothes and put your key card into your pocket. You stepped out of the motel and put your headphones in. Blaring ACDC and other music that made you want to run a mile, you took off down the street. You got a few odd glances, but you didn't let it bother you. You wished you had spotted the black impala sooner, because when it stopped a few feet back, it's passengers got out. You kept running and didn't notice the hunter behind you. When you felt two arms wrap around your waist, you went into instinct mode and elbowed the person in the gut. You whipped around, tore your headphones out of your ears, and prepped for a brawl. You didn't expect to see the older Winchester doubled over and the younger one staring at you both from a distance.

"Dean?" You asked.

"You finally noticed," he gasped and stood up.

"I thought you guys were going to get food." You said and wrapped your head phones up.

"We did, there was a place around the corner," Dean gestured in the general direction.

You looked back and swallowed.

"We weren't sure if you'd be hungry later, so we got you a burger." Sam said, coming up behind Dean.

"Thanks," You murmured.

"We're heading back, come on." Dean started towards the car.

Judging by his voice you didn't really have a say in the matter. You followed and sat in the back of the impala in silence. It wasn't far to get back to the motel. When Dean parked you hopped out and started towards your room, forgetting the food just to avoid confrontation.

"Hold on," Dean said and chased after you, holding the greasy paper bag.

He handed it to you and all you could do was stare at it.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked after a few seconds.

You thought he had walked away, so his sudden words made you jump.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You said.

"You don't have a fridge, do you?" He asked.

You shook your head no. He took the food back.

"Come over if you get hungry, and Sam's doing a research session in an hour if you want to come join." Dean was still confused by your behavior.

You smiled and went into your room. You never went to their room that night.

AN-

I have a new story! I've been encouraged to continue writing again so I'm going to try and find the spark for my stories. Thank you!