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Sleeping Arrangements

Lady in White

"What the hell happened?" Sam questioned down at us.

"Well, Constance did a nose dive then possessed the Impala and proceeded to run us down..."

"So before she could do such task we jumped over the side and wala, here we are." I finished for Dean.

"Okay, well get up here, it's late, theres not much we can do tonight."

I huffed and began to walk up the steep hill that lead to the main road.

"Dude, you smell like ass."

I said to Dean as I got a whiff of him.

"Pff, your not a bundle of roses either."

"Whatever, I'm tired and need a shower so lets go find a motel."

Sam remembers spotting a motel in the town about fifteen minuets away so we were head tawords the town.

"Aw, come on Sammy, we don't smell that bad."

Dean argued at Sam's distaste of the smell iminating from the pair of us.

"Ya man, stop being such a pansy."

What a little prissy bitch! Oh my gawd, how Sam Winchester could be a girl. I'll admit me and Dean did smell pretty bad but come on, did he need to stick his head of the window? Like full on hair in the win, doggy style? uh...no pun intended.

"I call shower first guys."

"As long as you don't take forever than go right ahead."

"Well thank you Dean for giving me permission."

"Any time."

We soon parked at the Riverdail Motel, a not to shabby place and looking a bit descent. We walked into the office to get our rooms and were met by a very old man drink a Bud and missing some teeth. I didn't like the looks of him.

"Uh three bedder please."

Dean asked the man cheekily as he handed him a fake credit card.

"Morrison, you all havin a reunion?"

"Pardon?"

Sam asked.

"Man rented a room out for the whole month under the same name. You boys lookin' to have some fun?"

"Uh, what?"

I asked, not really understanding what he was getting at. He smiled at me, the sight of his gappy grin made my stomach turn 360.

"Ah, you know plenty what I mean sugar, you look like you would be fun."

Dean intervened, while Sammy pulled me back.

"Alright, know thats enough of that, just book us in that room why don't you."

"Sure thing."

He typed into the computer and handed Dean a key.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, have fun."

I saw Dean give him a glare that would make his liver melt before turn and ushering us out.

"Can you believe that dewsh bag? calling me a whore, he wouldn't know a whore if she came up and snapped her g-string in his face."

We stopped at the room number while Sam tried to open the door, me and Dean turned our backs to him, talking about the guy back in the office.

"He's lucky Sam held me back, I would of hurt him."

"What could you have possibly done to him?"

"Uh, well, theres punch him."

"And were did you learn to punch?"

"Sam."

Dean laughed heartedly.

"Oh, you poor poor thing, I'll have to teach you the real way to fight."

I quirked an eyebrow at him and was about to defend Sammy's fighting techniques when out of no were Sam yanked Dean into the room, a cloud of dust left in it's wake. I didn't ask question and followed suite, entering the room, and closing the door behind me.

"Wow."

Okay, mewcho creepy-o. The room which was decored at one time in old wallpaper from years past was now the headquarters to the inside of a Winchester's mind. Mr. Winchester had plasters printed papers of legends and notes and missing persons from the Jericho area, showing lines of common attributes between this and that and even Constance was up there and the a paper of the Women In White.

"Looks like dad was way ahead of us."

Dean pointed out the obvious, I decided not to comment because this was pretty serious.

"Ya, and he connected Constance, so if he's been missing for a couple of weeks-"

"He would have already checked out the body and burned it." I finished for Sam.

Dean gave me a side glance. What can I say, Sammy is a good teacher.

"Alright, well, I say we get to bed and tomorrow we'll go talk to the husband."

That sounded like the best plan at that time, not wanting to argue with the fact Dean was barking order and went to my bag and pulled out a pair of black plaid pj pants and a muscle shirt with STYX stitched onto it and for the bathroom.

"I'll only be a few minuets, promise."

Sam nodded and turned back to the wall with all the pictures and notes in it. With that I shut myself into the bathroom and turned on the water, letting it steam up while I stripped. Once inside the shower, I sank to the bottom and held my knees to my chest. I was over whelmed, and was way over due for a chick flick moment, So I cried, and I cried hard. The thoughts of my sisters death, the fact I was on the road with my would-be brother in law and his brother looking for a there father who they've lost contact for the past two weeks with and were in the mist of a hunting down a ghost who kills random men on a slab of concrete who doesn't want to go home and probably killed herself because her children died in there own tube just seemed a little over whelming at that point in time. And the fact that freakin' Dean and I fight like every two second about some serious things and other pretty ridiculous shit as well wasn't helping either. It was at that moment I realized my life was totally effed up.

Once I was finished with crying my eyes out and I was sure that my eyes showed no sign of that occurrence I dressed and walked back out. Dean was bringing in some bags and salting the doors and windows while Sam still stared at the damn wall.

"Showers free."

Dean looked up and squinted at me. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

He shook his head, pouting his lips.

"Nothin', Styx?"

I squinted at him this time.

"Ya..."

He nodded.

"Good band."

I watched in astonishment as he brushed passed me into the bathroom. What no trivia time for the Jenster? Pff, probably knew I would have whooped his ass cause Styx was one of my all time fave bands ever. Or, he saw through me and knew that I had been crying. I shook it off and plopped down next to Sam.

"Hey Sammy, whats up?"

"Nothin, just looking at my fathers deranged notes."

"Okie Dokie."

"Are you okay?"

I looked at him sternly.

"Ya, fine, never better."

He sighed and got up to rummage through his bag, pulling out a pair of plaid pj pants and a black shirt.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He pulled his shirt of and threw it down, I looked away not really wanting to look.

"It's just that I know your lieing."

"No I'm not, I'm perfectly fine!"

When I looked at him he was fully dressed. He put his hands up in the air.

"Alright, your fine, I'm fine, were all fine, lets just not get into a fight ok?"

I got up and went to the couch in the corner of the room and layed down on it.

"Good night Samuel."

I heard him sigh.

"Jenny, you can't sleep there."

"Ya well, I'm not sleeping with you and the alternative ain't no better so, the couch is my bed."

"Fine, whatever."

I glared into the fabric of the couch as I slowly began to fall asleep. Stupid Sam, thinking he knows me and what can be said to help me. Ya well, guess what buddy, you were in college for law, not tharipist.

When I walked out of the bathroom ten minuets later, Sam was on his computer while Jenny was on the couch.

"Why is she sleeping there? thats gonna mess up her back sleepin on that thing."

Sam looked at Jenny, who jerked slightly and snorted. I smirked.

"What, did you guys get into a fight again?"

"No."

I raised an eyebrow at him and went to my bag to set my dirty cloths in it.

"Yes, you can see it to, she's not okay and she wont talk to me."

I looked at my brother as I walked across the room to my bed and began to pull the sheets back. Jennifer let out a small moan from the couch.

"Sam, what did i say before? she'll call Dr. Phil when she's ready, right know she's putting you on hold, give the girl some time. Know, if this is about the fact you need someone to talk to, hey man, I'm all ears."

"No, I'm fine, I don't need to talk, I'm just worried about her."

"Ya, well, she doesn't think you need to worry about her obviously."

I turned from my brother to Jennifer and gently picked her up, placing her on the bed and covering her up.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, Sammy, I'm being a good citizen and letting her sleep in my bed, I don't think she'll want to wake up to your face in the morning if you guys are still fighting."

He forwarded his eyebrows, the look were he knew I was right and he was wrong.

"Ya, I guess."

He shut his computer and got in bed. I walked around to my side and got in the bed myself, shutting the lights off.

"Good night Sammy."

"Night Dean."

Next to me, Jennifer snorted once more before turning on her side and falling still.