You know how every teenager has that 'life hates me' stage? And you know how they usually grow out of it? Well...I didn't. I still think life hates me, simply because of the fact it keeps throwing confusing and bitchy things at me constantly. Well, I guess that's the life of a hunter, huh?

I woke up in the shabby hotel room feeling really, really freakin' cold. I got up and went over to the heater. The thing was on and I was still freezing? Peachy.

"I hate motels." I muttered to myself as I turned it on full blast and strolled over to the edge of the bed that I left my bag at. I grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. Well...it could have been worse.

The bathroom was a standard bathroom, still shabby looking though. It only has a toilet that looked like it could use a good cleaning, a sink with rust and dust covering it, and a stand up shower that could barely fit me and I was only a size 12, not fat but not toothpick skinny like most of the girls are now either.

I peeled my clothes off shivering the entire time. I turned on the hot water with a little cold; I didn't want to burn myself. As I stepped in I looked around to try and find the body wash and shampoo. Unfortunately, the only thing there was a bar of soap. So I lathered it as much as I could with my hands and started scrubbing my hair.

My thoughts drifted to my uncle's guests. Sam and Dean. They seemed nice, and if my uncle trusted them enough to let them in his house and explain family affairs, which I'm still not too overly happy about, then I guess they were okay. Doesn't mean I trust them though. Although, Dean's nod...what was that for?

Rinsing my hair and lathering the bar of soap again to scrub my body as much as possible I thought about what I had to do to actually get here in the first place. Note to self; pay for the broken window. I had broken it to climb down to my car after I discovered my keys on my lamp desk. I snickered at the memory of Uncle Bobby yelling at me. Then I remembered again Dean's nod. Would that ever go away? Why do my thoughts keep turning to him?

After I was done scrubbing as much as I could with my hands, which probably isn't much, I rinsed and shut the water off.

I just stood there for a second, well, slightly more than a second but still... All I could think of was that nod. Don't ask me why, I don't even know. But I couldn't get it out of my head. Was it a do-it nod? Or an it's-okay nod? I have no clue. I was still thinking about it after I dried off and got dressed.

I finally got out of my trance to actually pay attention to my hair. What was I going to do with this mess? It was like the Amazon jungle. I decided maybe go with what would look good with my outfit today. It wasn't much but I was covered but I was still flexible enough that if I had to do any major working out (like killing demons) then my clothes wouldn't bother me.

I had faded blue jeans that did not have that 'fashionably worn' look. They were just worn. A black tank top that clung to my body enough so that I didn't just hang there but it wasn't skin tight either. I hate clothes that look they have been painted on someone. And sneakers that were thick enough to be called boots that I've had since, well, a while. (I have no clue how long I've had them.)

So, I decided to have my hair in a ponytail. I grabbed a black hair tie and arranged my hair so that it was reasonably high enough so it would get in my way but it wasn't on top of my head either. I tied it tight so any jumping or running around would loosen it.

You ever had to shoot something that was right in front of you and you missed because your hair was in the way? Well, let me tell you, it sucks. I never went on another hunt without finding a way to keep my hair out of my face. Unfortunately, missing was not the only thing that taught me a lesson on that part. A fractured rib and broken arm was the result of the demon throwing me backwards into a very hard wall. Anyway, that is a story for another time.

I grabbed my dirty clothes and walked out of the bathroom. As I threw them into my bag I looked at the heater. I frowned. It was almost full-blast and I was still cold. Well, the motel was old from what I saw and it didn't seem like a lot of people came here. I would be going soon anyway so there was no point in turning up the heat.

I looked around in my bag and found my sweatshirt. It was plain black and really big on me but warm and comfortable. I threw it on quickly so as to leave more quickly.

I grabbed my bag and key and walked out the door. I shut it and locked it. (I didn't want anyone breaking in because I was in a hurry) I threw the key on the desk although it almost slid off and hit the guy at the desk. I had to double check at that. It was the same guy that was at the desk last night. Does he get any sleep? Doubtful. He doesn't look like he has a life.

I hurried to the door and my hand was on the handle when I hear, "Um, miss?"

I turn around and it's Geeky Guy. "Yes?" I reply. I'm in a hurry here so hurry it up!

"You didn't pay last night so you need to pay before you leave." He said as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

Hmmm. Didn't realize he even wore glasses or the fact that I didn't pay last night. I was so tired I must have forgotten.

"Umm, yeah, hang on." I dropped my bag and started rummaging around it. I had bad feeling that I forgot to pack any money. Shit!

"Uhhh..." I look back up at him apologetically.

"Let me guess, you don't have the money with you?" He said sighing. Looks like this isn't the first time this has happened to him. Poor dude.

"Right." I said getting up off the floor.

"Well, it was only one night and only for a few hours so...I guess I could let you off. With one condition." He said.

I groaned. There was always a catch.

"You don't tell my boss. He'd fire me." He tilted his head a bit and smirked. You know, he was kinda cute. Get past the glasses and shabby clothes he's not that bad.

"Deal." I smile back at him. "Thank you." I turned to the door.

"No problem. And one more thing."

I wheeled around. "What?"

"Don't tell anyone. I don't want it to get around I let you off the hook. People might try it."

"My lips are sealed." And I turned around hoping this time I might make it through the door.

Sighing with relief I made it to my car. I opened the door and popped the trunk. I threw my bag in and slammed it down. That was the only way for it to close. The car wasn't exactly new. I walked by my door and opened it. Plopping myself down on my seat I slammed the door shut. I exhaled and I could see my breath. Shivering still I turned the car on and instantly turned the heat on. I popped my Metallica CD into my CD player and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned road.

I opened my glove box while lip synching to 'Enter Sandman' and pulled out the map in it. Spreading it out and trying at the same time to keep an eye on where the hell I was on the road. I needed to get to Florida quick and I still was a couple hundred miles away.

I pulled onto the interstate and drove as fast as I could. I had to get there fast and following the speed limit wouldn't let me do that. I just hope a cop doesn't show up. I don't want to have to get a ticket that would just make things worse.

I figured out that I would have to keep going the way I was going in order to get there the fastest. But I also knew I would have to make another stop at a motel before I go to Florida. I just need to decide when and where I was going to stop. And it was only one in the afternoon so I had plenty of time before it started getting dark and even more time before I would get too tired to drive.

I rolled down the window and stuck my left arm out of the car as I drove single handed. I was getting colder by the minute and the warm, summer air helped that. I turned my music up even louder so that the car rumbled. I smiled at the way this would look to my uncle. Carelessness. He would always tell me that he didn't like those punks who turned their music up so loud that they would ruin his hearing. He would also say that teenagers would bring the world to an end. And I have to say, I didn't believe him then, but I'm starting to believe it now.

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It was now one thirty in the morning as I pulled into yet another one of the motels. All the other ones either were not open in the next towns or they had too many people. Either way I was tired and frustrated and emotional. And that was not helping me. When I need to sleep and don't get it, I get extremely irritable and no one really enjoys that. I don't really.

By the time I got to the desk with all my stuff I was dragging ass. My eyelids were almost completely closed complete with dark circles and bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I let my bag fall from my hand to the floor making a really loud sound. It probably woke some people up but I didn't care. I was really freakin' tired.

"Can I help you?" The woman at the desk asked crisply.

"Ummm, yeah, I need a room, please." I said wearily. I swore to myself that once I got into a room I would collapse on the bed and go to sleep no matter if I was still in my clothes when I did.

"How many?" She asked. Can you get any more idiotic?

"One." I say trying really hard not to roll my eyes. She did see only one person here, right?

"Okay, your room is number 11. And will you be paying in cash or with a credit card?" She said handing me my key complete with more on a key ring.

Shit.

"Can I pay you in the morning? And can you turn the heat up? I'm freezing. Do you like being a Popsicle?" I said trying to get her mind off the money issue I was having.

"Um, Ma'am? It's July...and we're in Kentucky...we don't put the heat on...If you want that you'll have to pay extra."

"Never mind." I grumbled as I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "And can you tell me what the hell these are for?" I asked.

"Oh. This goes to the door to get into your room," she pointed to the rusty key, "and this one goes to your safe where you would put your belongings." She said as she pointed to the newer looking one.

"Why would I need a safe if my room is locked?" I asked. As I felt my bag slip off of my shoulder and bang once again to the floor. We both winced.

"We've gotten a lot of complaints that someone has been getting into people's rooms and people don't want to risk their stuff so we put safes in to protect their things."

"Oh. Why haven't the police been notified?" This is just so stupid...

"They have. They just say they can't do anything because no harm was done to the room and nothing was stolen just teenagers pranking people." She sounded as if she didn't like my prying but she was going to deal now wasn't she?

"Okay then. Well, we'll talk about this more when I get some sleep. Will you be here tomorrow morning? Or I guess later this morning?" I said leaning across the desk in front of her so I don't fall over from exhaustion.

"No. Someone else will be though." She said as she tried not to let me notice about the fact that she was leaning away from me like she was either disgusted or scared.

"And will they be able to give me answers to my questions?" I say ignoring her. I wanted to know how the so called 'teenagers' pranked people and why they didn't steal anything.

"Should be able to." Again she sounded thoroughly annoyed with me.

"Okay, then. Night." I leaned back off the desk and bent over to pick my bag up off the floor again hoping it won't fall and practically staggered to my room. I fumbled with the keys several times and dropped them even more. I really wanted to lie down. I finally opened the door and let my self in. I closed the door locked it and stumbled over to my bed. I dropped my bag without even bothering to put it into the safe because I figured if they were only pranking people then my stuff should be fine. Although, even if they did steal it they wouldn't steal much.

I plopped myself down on the bed not changing into anything because I was just too tired, and pulled the brown sheet and comforter over my body and rested my head on a pillow that matched the covers. I hated brown. At least it wasn't covered in dust like the other motel was.

I needed sleep so bad I passed out immediately. My last thought before I did was that I would deal with the 'pranks' as soon as I got up. A long time from now...