Chapter 2:
"I'm coming back for you Georgianna, just wait and see." The demon is looming in front of me whispering awful words about I'm going to kill people and how I'm going to be a weapon.
I sit up quickly in bed and automatically grab my head.
Both Sam and Dean are still awake sitting at a small table talking. I haven't been asleep for long.
Sam walks over to me.
"You alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, I just had a nightmare."
"Here I'll get you some water," Sam says and walks over to the sink.
I take my hand away from my head and realize I am sweating. I reach around to the back of my neck and feel matted hair. When I take my hand away there is blood streaking my finger tips.
"Hey, uh guys?" I say
The boys look over at me.
"I'm bleeding."
"Where? I thought we stitched up your leg." Dean says coming over to the side of the bed.
"I think it's coming from my neck." I turn my head so he can see the back of my neck.
Dean brushes of dark brown hair away from the wound.
"Shit. I should've seen this. You have a cut on the back of your head from where the demon dropped you on the ground." He says.
Sam looks at my neck also.
"Do you want to get in the shower and wash your hair so we can bandage it up?" Sam asks.
When I thought about it a hot shower sounded amazing.
I nod my head.
Sam smiles and helps me off the bed. Leading me to the bathroom.
"Just scream if you need anything." He says shutting the door.
I look around the small bathroom. There are towels stacked on a shelf and men's shampoo in the shower.
I guess I'm gonna smell like guy for a little while. I think to myself.
I undress trying to keep as much pressure as possible off my leg. When I'm in the shower the hot water feels amazing. I take the time to try and relax, but my mind keeps replaying the day. How did all this happen in such a short amount of time? It's strange to think that only several days ago I was with Curtis and my parents. Worrying about homework instead of demons.
When I finish washing my hair I step out of the shower using one towel to wrap around my head and the other to dry off with. I turn around trying to see my neck in the mirror.
I can see the edge of a cut that is starting to bleed again.
I slip on my jean shorts that have blood on them, and my too big white t-shirt that is also bloody.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Georgie, I thought you might want clean clothes." Says Sam.
Georgie. No one has called me that in a long time.
I open the door.
"Thanks that would be great. Mine are...bloody" I say, looking down at my clothes.
"Not a problem. It's not going to fit, but it's temporary. Hopefully you'll be in your own clothes soon."
I take the dark green t-shirt from Sam and smile as I shut the door. Once undressed I pull the shirt on. He wasn't lying about it being too big. I laugh at my own reflection.
The shirt came down to my knees and the shoulders were so wide that it hung off one shoulder slightly.
I bundle up my clothes and step out into the main room with the towel still of my head.
Dean looks up from where he is typing on a laptop at the table and laughs.
"Nice nightgown."
I roll my eyes slightly.
"It's not my fault Sam is like eight feet tall." I say.
Sam looks over at me and smiles.
"Did you ever think that you might just be short?" He asks.
"Nope. It's never occurred to me." I say sarcastically.
Both boys laugh.
It feels good, to joke around.