Sorry if this took so long. My wrists and hands were bothering me more than usual and it's painful to type, so I use the online keyboard (that windows 7 has) and it takes longer to type. I try to be at least one or two chapters ahead so I can post more often, but when my wrists and hands bother me, it just takes longer and then I don't end up a chapter or two ahead that I would like to be. Thanks for understanding.
The next morning
Dean walks into the motel room with some bags of food. He sets them down on the coffee table. He hears the water running. "She's taking a sponge bath I guess, cause of the stitches." Sam tells him as he gets up and grabs his food.
"I wonder what she was dreaming about, it looked kind of serious." He tells Sam as he grabs his food and a coffee. "Do you think it's because of the research center we found out about?" He asks Dean as he takes a bite of his breakfast sandwich. "I don't know."
She comes out dressed and her hair wet. "I would have liked to take a shower, but I didn't want to get the stitches wet." She concentrates and the necklace starts to hum and glow and they can see the steam rising off her wet hair until it's dry.
"Who needs a hair dryer when I can dry it myself?" She tells them with a slight chuckle. She puts her dirty clothes into a plastic bag and then shoves it into her duffle bag. She grabs her food and a coffee black; she doesn't add anything to it and sits down on the floor to eat her breakfast. Dean raises an eyebrow.
She notices it and tells them. 'What, I started drinking it black a few years ago." She rolls her eyes. Nobody talks while they eat their breakfast. "It feels like I'm reliving what happened almost 9 years ago." She thinks to herself.
During the drive to the research center, Pyro starts to get fidgety and nervous. She has no idea how they are going to get in there. The risk of it all is that something is going to go wrong. She needs to know if others like herself are being experimented on or worse, terminated. Dean glances in the back and notices it. "Are you okay?" He asks.
She looks up at him in the rear view mirror. Their eyes meet and she tells him. "Yeah, just a little nervous, that's all." He turns his eyes to the road. She pulls out her sketch book and starts to sketch. Sam turns to look at her sketching. "Are you sure you're okay?" She keeps sketching. "Yeah, don't mind me."
"Maybe we should have come when it was dark instead." She tells them as she closes the sketch book and shoves it in her backpack. "Well if you want, we can wait until it's dark and then figure out how to get in there." Dean tells her as he parks the impala on a back road that leads to the research center.
"No this is fine, really." She tells them as she opens the back door and climbs out. She closes the door and leans against the front of the car.
Sorry this was so short. I'll try to make the next chapters longer.
Okay nobody is reviewing. Special thanks to the favorite and follows. Still as long as my hands and wrists don't bother me too much, I'll try to get at least a few chapters up during the week. The pain reliever only does so much, but I'm really enjoy writing this story and I don't want to stop just because the pain sometimes likes to kick my butt. So leave a review if you are enjoying this story and thanks to the ones who already reviewed.
