Chapter Four

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Lydia's POV

By the time we reached the hotel that we would be staying at for the next couple of nights, I could barely keep my eyes open. Dean supported half of my weight as we checked in and headed towards our hotel room. He was being so nice, but I was waiting for the moment that he would let me down like my parents did. I didn't know how long this could last. I didn't know if staying with Dean was a permanent thing or not.

I was barely aware of Sam and Dean leaving to go get us a late dinner as I laid down on the bed. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was asleep. It was nice knowing that tonight I was safe, and I didn't have to worry about my father staying up late drinking and possibly paying me a visit.

Of course I had to wake up fifteen minutes after I fell asleep. I had to pee so I headed towards the bathroom before something caught my eye and I stop in my tracks. There was something white and grainy located in a thick line in front of the door and now that I looked closer, along the windows too.

I blinked a few times before I walked towards the front door and hesitated before I touched the white stuff, breaking the perfect line in the process. I sniffed it as I moved it around in the palm of my hand before I realized that it was salt.

What was there salt around the windows and in front of the door? It looked like it had been purposely placed there too. Did somebody from the hotel do this? I didn't notice it when we first came here.

I decided to call Dean because I was bored. I had a flip phone, nothing fancy, and I was currently paying for it too.

"Hello," he said picking up on the second ring. I wondered if he still had my contact information stored on his phone. "Lydia, what's wrong?" he asked sounding concerned.

I rolled my eyes. I guess that answered the question about whether or not he had my number stored on his cell phone. Why did he think that something was wrong when I called him? Would it be weird if we just talked? Did we mean something to each other or were we just two people who were going to have a baby together?

I shook my head. I must be reading too far into things. Not too long ago, he did kiss me.

"Nothing is wrong," I said. "I was just wondering why there was salt in front of the door and along the windows."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. Thinking that he must have not understood what I just said, I opened my mouth to repeat myself when he spoke up. "I put the salt there," he confessed.

Okay...why? I thought to myself, confused.

After a few seconds, he continued. "Its a weird tradition, but my father used to do it when Sammy and I were young," he said. "He told us that it would keep all of the monsters away. Now its just something that I do for nostalgic reasons."

My expression softened. Dean wasn't sentimental or nostalgic very often, so when he said something like that, it made my heart speed up until it felt like it was going to explode. He was just so cute.

"That was the cutest thing that I have ever heard," I said, rubbing my arms. It was getting colder in here and goosebumps had already started to form on my skin. I could hear the sounds of the wind blowing outside.

"Well, don't get use to it," he said.

I rolled my eyes again. What a typical man. He didn't want the situation to get too emotional.

"Now that that's cleared up, I guess I'll let you go now," I said as I tried to find the thermostat. It was freezing in here.

"Okay, well we just pulled into a diner," Dean said. "What would you like to eat? I hope that they have cherry pie."

"I would just like a burger and fries," I said, knowing that after this meal, I should try to eat healthier. I didn't want to gain too much weight throughout my pregnancy. I wanted to be a fit mom.

"Just a burger and fries?" he asked right as I heard the sound of a door creaking open.

I looked towards the hotel room door which was slightly ajar and forced myself to laugh even though I found none of this humorous. "Is that you?" I asked. "Are you here already?"

"Lydia, what are you talking about?" Dean said. "I told you that I was at the diner."

The hotel room door opened slowly, one centimeter at a time.

"Dean, this isn't funny," I said, growing angry.

"Lydia, what's going on?" Dean demanded, his tone sounding rougher than usually. "Who is there?"

"I don't know," I said as a beautiful girl with haunted green eyes stepped into my room. She looked to be a few years younger than me. She was very pale with long, dark locks and a sharp jawline. She wore a long, white dress. She eyed me with a predatory look on her face as she walked towards me.

I could hear my heart practically beating out of my chest but I tried to remain calmed as I spoke. "Who are you?" I asked the girl.

"Lydia, who are you talking to?" Dean asked sounding just as upset and intense as before. There was nothing to be worried about. This girl looked so fragile and young.

The girl tilted her head at me but didn't say anything. She looked at something behind me as I quietly told Dean about the strange girl standing in my room. I followed her gaze. She was very focused on the foot of my bed where the pillows were. Was she tired?

"Lydia, you need to get out of there now," Dean said in a commanding tone. "I'm on my way over there right now."

I could hear the tires of his Impala make a screeching sound as he drove. "I can't," I whispered. "She's blocking the doorway."

Dean cursed. I couldn't help but notice how other than the two of us, it was pretty quiet. The strange girl still had not spoken a word yet.

"Where is Sam?" I asked him.

"He's back at the restaraunt," Dean replied as the girl began to walk towards my bed. I walked backwards, putting some distance between us as I placed a protective hand on my lower abdomen.

"You left him there!" I exclaimed.

"Now's not the time for this," Dean said. "I have to make sure that you are safe."

The strange girl made her way to the foot of the bed as she grabbed one of the pillows and tested it in her hands.

"Has she left yet?" Dean asked.

"No," I said. "What should I do?"

Before Dean could reply, a surprisingly strong body tackled me onto the bed. Suddenly, I was flipped over onto my back. The last thing I saw was the strange girl's white dress before she pressed a pillow over my face.

I tried to scream but I couldn't as I began to suffocate.

**Thanks for reading! Btw, who do you think this strange girl is?**