Here's chapter 3! Please leave me a review and let me know what you guys think!
~Disclaimer-I do not own Supernatural! I only own Maya~
I woke up to Sasha mewling in my face pleadingly. I sighed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Pushing the blankets off of me, I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and black spaghetti strap tank top along with some underwear and shuffled into my bathroom.
After putting some food in Sasha's dish, I cranked up the hot water and stripped off my clothes, quickly cleaning myself, taking care with my stitches, and shutting off the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and making my way back to my bed where my clean clothes lay.
Thoughts of what I had to do today rushed through my mind as I pulled the brush carefully through my hair and brushed my teeth. When I had postponed the inevitable for as long as I could, I released a deep breath and pulled open my bedroom door. I walked down the hallway and entered the kitchen to see Sam and Dean already up sitting at my kitchen table.
"Morning Sunshine." Dean said with a smirk. I grunted a reply and started a pot of coffee.
"You guys want something to eat?" I asked as I pulled out a carton of eggs and a jug of orange juice before making my way to the bread box and pulling out a loaf of bread for toast.
"If you don't mind that would be great." Sam replied with a smile. I nodded and grabbed a frying pan out of the cupboard and turned on the stove.
"I have to use up as much of the food as I can since I'm not staying here." I said sadly as I started making the eggs. "I hope you guys like scrambled eggs because that's all I can make." I tried to lighten the mood, but both of the boys sent me sad looks.
"Look, I know it's hard to up and leave everything. Trust me, we understand what you're feeling, but you have to understand that it's the best choice for you to survive." Dean said sternly. Sam frowned at him and smacked his arm.
"It's okay Sam. He's right, and I know it. But it's still hard you know? To give up my home and my life because I'm being hunted by vampires? It's so crazy…" I let out a forced laugh as tears trailed down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away and went back to the eggs. It was quiet after that until the eggs were done and plated. I handed each of the boys a plate and returned to the toaster, taking out the toast and putting a couple pieces on each of their plates.
I walked back to the coffee pot, grabbing three mugs from the cabinet and went back to the table. I filled up all three mugs with the steaming liquid and put the pot back in its place in the coffeemaker. I pulled open another cabinet and took out three small glasses and grabbed the jug of orange juice before taking my place at the table.
We ate in silence and once we finished, Dean let out a heavy sigh. "Look, we'll take care of your job and apartment, just take your cat and anything else you aren't bringing with you to your neighbors place and figure that out okay?" I gave him a grateful smile and nodded, handing him a slip of paper with my landlord and boss' numbers on it and made my way back into my bedroom.
I slipped into my mostly empty closet, pulling down the small black duffel bag that sat on a high shelf and grabbed my dark denim jean jacket from a hanger as well as the little black dress that I had gotten for my birthday from Anna a year ago. I put in one pair of heels and a pair of tennis shoes before making my way out to my dresser.
I pulled open the drawers and pulled out a few pairs of tops and bottoms as well as several pairs of underwear. A small silver box sat on top of the dresser. I opened the box and a soft, tinkling tune began as I looked inside. A small cross necklace sat delicately in the center; a small diamond decorated the middle. A silver chain sat next to it with a thick gold band and another silver diamond ring rested next to it. A deep sadness filled me as I closed the music box and placed it in my duffel bag.
I searched around the room, grabbing small sentimental things to bring along as well as some toiletries. A small photo album, my digital camera, a sketchbook and a few other small trinkets took up the rest of the space in my bag. I took my cell phone off my dresser and shoved it in my pocket before taking a plastic bag from under my bathroom sink and filling it with all the cat food I had stored up as well as Sasha's food and water dish and her bag of treats. She only had a few toys since she was such a lazy cat, but I grabbed them nonetheless and walked back into my bedroom.
When I turned around to leave the room, Sasha sat quietly in the doorway and meowed when she had my attention.
"Hey there sweetie." I cooed as I slung the bag over my shoulder. She trotted up to me and rubbed around my legs. I lifted her up into my arms and snuggled her, kissing her head and continuing out of my room.
"I'll be right back you guys, I'm just going to run Sasha over to Mrs. Jenkins and I'll meet you out by your car. Here's the key for the place too." I muttered as I took the key off the ring and handed it to Sam, who sent me another one of his sad, apologetic smiles.
I left my apartment after one final parting glance, and walked down the hallway to Mrs. Jenkins' door. I knocked on the door and continued petting Sasha as she purred loudly, rubbing her face against my chin.
After a moment of waiting, the door finally opened and a short, kind looking old woman stood at the door. Her gray hair was pulled back in a bun and a floral dress hung down to her ankles.
"Hello dear, you're over early." She greeted me kindly. I gave her a watery smile in return. "What's the matter honey?" She asked me.
"U-um, I need to leave. There was a family emergency and I have to go back to Oregon. I can't take Sasha with me and I was wondering if you could take care of her for me? I can't take her to a shelter."
"Of course dear, of course! You know I couldn't refuse such a sweet little cat! And Murphy has been missing his playmate anyway!" I smiled at her as her fat orange cat waddled into the entryway, yowling as soon as he saw Sasha. She meowed back at him but remained in my arms.
I walked into her apartment and sat the plastic bag of food and accessories on the kitchen table before giving Sasha one last hug and kiss. "I love you pretty girl, behave yourself okay?" She mewed and rubbed her head against me before I sat her on the ground. She wove herself between my legs and sat down, leaning heavily against my lower leg.
"I'll try to come back and visit sometimes, but I don't know when I'll be able to. Thank you for taking her in for me. You don't know how comforting it is to know she'll be with someone who loves her and knows how to take care of her. And you should go through my apartment and take whatever you think you could make use of. Otherwise the landlord will just burn it or something." I said as I handed her the spare key.
Mrs. Jenkins pulled me into a fierce hug, which I returned. "You never have to thank me for that honey. Just go take care of things and come visit whenever you can. You know you're always welcome here." She patted my back and I made my way out the door and back into the hallway.
"Goodbye Mrs. Jenkins. I'll call you when I get where I'm going." She nodded her head and I felt the tears build up as I watched Sasha stare at me from her place on the floor.
"Bye honey, take care of yourself. We'll be waiting or your call." She smiled sweetly at me and closed the door before her cat could escape. I wiped the tears from my eyes, readjusted my duffel bag on my shoulder and walked out of the building. When I looked up, I saw the boys leaning against their car, waiting patiently for me to get there.
"Sorry about the wait guys." Dean shrugged his shoulders and Sam shook his head.
"Don't worry about it Maya." I smiled at him and let him take my duffel bag from me. While he put it in the trunk, Dean and I climbed in the car. I pulled out my cell phone and sent a long text to Anna, explaining the situation as truthfully as I could before stuffing it back in my pocket clasping my hands together in my lap, sitting there awkwardly as I waited for Sam to get in the car.
"So…" I started awkwardly as I wrung my hands. "Where are we headed?"
