"Paige...Paige, wake up!"
Paige groans, her eyes opening to the sight of her father. "We here?" She asks sleepily, rubbing at her eyes.
"Yeah." Is all her dad says, before exiting the vehicle.
Well then, nice conversation. She sighs and looks around for her duffle bag, but she doesn't see it back there with her. She frowns, and opens her door "Hey, guys! Do you have my bag?!" She calls, hearing two simultaneous 'YEAH''s right after. She sighs in relief and climbs out of the signature 67' Chevvy Impala. Come to think of it, her and her family probably could've went for a more inconspicuous car...but this car, (or 'Baby' as Dean calls it), has been her home for as long as she can remember. She couldn't even think of driving around the country in any other.
Once she's out of the car, she stretches, cracking several parts of her body. She stares at the run-down motel that'd be where she slept during this hunt...she had a feeling she would want this over with quickly. Dean shoves her bag into her arms, and she scoffs and gestures for the older man to lead the way into the motel. The check-in process is always the most boring part. She wonders what alias will be used this time.
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Dean had ended up using the alias Zepplin. Paige almost laughed when she had heard that name belted out of Dean's mouth. Almost. She didn't though, she'd just grabbed the key from Dean's hand and ran up to their room. Room 312. It wouldn't be very convenient for when they're all limping home, bruised and bloody, but they'll deal. She throws her bag onto a bed, and then jumps onto said bed, "I'M SLEEPING IN A BED," she shouts quickly.
Dean glares at her, and then leaps onto the other bed, "Me too! Haha Sammy, stuck with the couch!"
Her father, Sam, growls softly under his breath and trudges over to the small couch in the room, "You both suck."
Paige snickers and sticks her tongue out at her dad, and jumps up off of the bed, just as her dad pulls out his phone. "Ugh, are you gonna do this? You don't have to sign me up for school, I can just tag along with you two!"
Sam rolls his eyes and ignores her, already looking in the phone book that the motel provides for the local high-school (Beacon Hills High)'s number. Paige bites her lip, and doesn't even breathe. "Hi, I'd like to enroll my daughter in this school...could you tell me how to do that?" Sam says in his best 'innocent, clueless, father' voice.
Paige doesn't even breathe as her dad grabs a pad of paper out of his bag, (figures he carries paper, nerd.), and a pen, and starts writing down information, saying various forms of 'uh-huhs.' She could tell when he got to the 'what's her name?' part because he paused for a second. "Paige McCartney," he finally says, and Paige can't help but snicker a bit. That earns her a glare from her dad, and she smirks at him and mouths 'sorry'.
"Thank you for your time, I'll see you tomorrow." Sam says softly, hanging up the phone, "You're in."
Paige groans, "I don't want to be in!" She exclaims, stomping into the bathroom, and slamming the door. It'd been a three hour ride to get to this fucking town, she really has to pee.
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That night, Paige is getting ready for bed...and school the next day. She takes a quick shower, and throws on a tanktop and sweat pants to sleep in. When she walks out of the bathroom, Dean's just standing there. She jumps and puts a hand over her erratically beating heart, "God dammit, Dean!" She exclaims, pouting.
"Hey, Squirt." He says, chuckling, "Ready for school tomorrow?"
"Oh, shut up, you know that I don't wanna go." She answers, glaring at him and walking over to the bed she claimed and putting a gun and a knife under the pillow.
"C'mon, kiddo. You know that we all want you safe, and it's safer in school."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah blahblahblah."
"Paige..."
"Dean, I'm just tired. I wanna go to sleep, big day tomorrow and all." Paige says, with an exasperated sigh.
Dean nods, and pulls the covers down off of the bed, "Sammy's out, but, Imma tuck ya in tonight, like old times."
Paige rolls her eyes and climbs into the bed, "Fine, I guess you can."
Dean grins and tucks Paige in, snug as a bug in a rug, and kisses her head, "Night, Paige."
"Night, Dean."
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