"This is my prayer that I will die living just as free as my hair." That was always my favorite quote from any song. I always wanted my life to turn out like this quote. I wanted to be free. Unfortunately, that isn't really how my life was turning out. I was struggling through school, struggling through relationship after relationship, and basically stumbling through my life. After every break up, every failed attempt at a successful job I always got this way. Gloomy, depressed, looking on the bad side to everything. Fortunately my mom was a free spirit and loved to run off and have fun whenever there were problems with life. She loved to just take a break from life, especially when it just wasn't working for me at the moment.
Thankfully my mom needed a break from life as much as I did because we were currently walking into our hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. We were staying at Ceasers palace. Usually we didn't stay somewhere so nice but I guess my mother wanted to splurge.
"Feeling better yet?" She asked as we walked up to stand in line at the check in desk.
"I Guess, at least I don't have to think about life for a couple of weeks" My mom was always someone I could rely on. The last couple of years, since she divorced my dad, she had become somewhat of a free spirit. Vegas was her favorite place to be. I swear she worked all the time just so she could come to Vegas twice a year. I know she wanted to move here, I'm not sure why she hasn't yet.
"We will have a blast, get shitfaced, and when we get back home you will be completely refreshed and be able to look at things totally different." I did love Vegas. I had come whenever I could with her. We checked into our room. We always just got a standard room, we were never in the room enough to need a nicer one, I guess.
"What floor are we on?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator.
"fourteen" mom said after looking at our room keys. I quickly pushed the 14 button. We made our way down the hall, turning once, until we found our room. It was standard, nothing special about it. It was nice, don't get me wrong it was a nicer hotel.
"Alright, I'm gonna change outta my travel wear and go do some gambling and drinking for free" I said as I threw my suitcase onto my bed. In Vegas as long as you were gambling the waitresses always brought you free drinks. It was pretty awesome. Of course u have to monitor how much your putting in the machines or your putting out more money than the drinks would have cost.
I pulled my suitcase open and rummaged around until I found my nice black shirt. It was sleeveless and cut nicely to the chest. I paired it with black jeans and tall boots. I liked this shirt because it showed off my tattoo nicely. Of course every time someone saw it, I had to explain what it was, which got old but I loved it. It was on the right side of my chest. It was an anti-possession symbol. My mom thought I was crazy when I got it. The thing is, is I was somewhat obsessed with a show about demons and monsters. Part of the reason why I had this obsession was because all of the lore in the show is based in reality. The books they use to summon and trap demons is a real book, I have the electronic version on my computer. All of it is based somewhat In reality. I liked that, so I got this tattoo. I also painted a devils trap right inside my apartment door, under the rug of course. Mom doesn't know about that, I'm pretty sure she would be pushing for a mental evaluation if she knew that.
I grabbed my knife out of the inside pocket of my suitcase, I knew I wasn't getting through security with that and tucked it securely inside my boot. I said my good byes to my mother as I left the hotel room to make my way to the casino, the drinks were calling my name.
An hour and a half later I was sitting at a slot machine four drinks in and currently enjoying a chocolate martini. I was feeling warm all over and I knew the drinks were affecting me to some degree. I took my phone out of my back pocket, smiling at the picture looking back at me. It depicted Jared padeleki, shirtless. Jared played Sam on Supernatural. Everyone always thought the other star of the show was better looking, Jensen Ackles. I personally like Jared better. I think I have always had a thing for the younger heart throb, little brother type. Part of me really wished all of that was real. I knew deep down that it was not real but I've always felt like something was missing in my life. I have always been into paranormal things, I desperately wished that the paranormal was real, no matter how childish that sounds. I downed the rest of my martini, savoring the strong vodka taste that had accumulated at the bottom of the glass.
"Miss, do you need anything?" a waitress asked as she walked by. I absently saw someone sit down next to me.
"Yes can I just get a couple of shots of southern comfort" I said, I barely got those words out of my mouth before the guy next to me opened his mouth to order something,
"Make that four shots of Soco" I turned in my seat to look at this mystery man. His voice was very intriguing. This first thing I saw was the very familiar leather jacket. The next thing I saw was the very familiar amulet hanging around his neck on a black chain. As I slowly drug my eyes up his body to his face I was met with the two most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Although I had never met this man, I recognized him immediately.
"No fucking way" I paused willing myself not to piss myself. "Jensen Ackles?"
"Uh, yeah I guess that would be me" he seemed unsure of himself at first but then gave a small smile as if there was an inside joke that I wasn't in on. He turned in his seat and put a 20 dollar bill into what appeared to be a video poker machine that he was sitting in front of. Once I had processed who was sitting next me I did notice that he was dressed like dean Winchester his character in supernatural rather than dressing like himself. He was even wearing the ring on his right hand that dean used to open beer bottles with.
"It's really nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan of supernatural."
"Uh, thanks. It's nice to meet you too. "He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake. I took his hand in mine. He hand was rough, a hand of someone who worked with their hands for a living.
"Hey man, no one's seen anything around here." I heard his voice before I saw his face. Standing next to Jensen was the most attractive man I have ever seen in person, Jared Padalecki. Jared played Sam Winchester on supernatural. I also noticed that he too wore his Sam costume. I couldn't talk, the words would not leave my mouth. He looked at me for a moment, then back at Jensen. "Uh, am I interrupting something?" he said with a smirk. Jared was crazy if he thought I would pick Jensen over him. Jensen quickly looked at me and my gapping mouth.
"Uh, no this is…" He quickly trialed off as I realized that I had never told him my name.
"Layla….Layla Weston" I paused "Its incredible to meet you, I am a huge fan" I realized that I had a smile on my face a mile wide. He smiled and threw a sideways glance at dean before reaching out to shake my hand.
"It's nice to meet you Layla" he shook my hand. He was so cute, he gave me that smile that he always did as Sam. I swear I felt my panties dampen.
"Here are your drinks" The waitress walked up carrying four shot of southern comfort. Jensen and I both took our drinks for the tray.
"Thank you" I said and I set the drink down next to my machine.
"Can I have a couple of shots as well miss" Jared said as he sat down on the other side of me.
"So what are you guys doing in Vegas? Together at that?" I asked as I took my first shot. Jensen followed suit.
"What do most people come to Vegas for? To blow off some steam, have some fun" he smiled wide.
"Cool, so ya wanna party?" I asked having a little bit of courage from the shot I had taken. Jared and Jensen looked at each other for a split second before answering.
"Hell yeah" he smiled lifting his shot glass up, I matched his actions and clinched my shot glass against his before we both downed the liquid.