A/N: Update is here. Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy!
I groaned. There was a nasty pain in my head and I didn't know how I got it, actually, I didn't remember falling asleep either.
"Haley...Haley..." a voice slowly and melodiously spoke.
I cool feel a warm hand on my forehead and I couldn't help but raise my own and brush it away groggily. Man, my head really hurt.
"She awake Dean?"
"Give her a minute, I think she's coming to."
"My name isn't Haley..." I grunted, my eyes fluttering open and I caught sight of the brothers looking at me. Dean was sitting on the bed, and Sam was leaning against the doorframe into the motel room. "When did we move in?" I asked sarcastically, stretching my legs, arms, and torso where I lay, making weird small sounds come out of me from the actions.
"Yesterday," Sam replied.
"Yesterday!" I exclaimed, sitting up fast and instantly regretting it as a sensation of fatigue hit hard, "Bile...rising...bucket...can...BOWL!"
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"She means she feels sick Dean," Sam said, leaving the room briefly and soon after entering with the trashcan and placing it in my grateful and rushing hands. I breathed in and out slow and deep to control the nausea and so far it was working. There was no way I wanted to empty out the contents of my stomach.
"Yesterday?" I asked this time, the question coming out in a whisper.
"Don't worry, I chided Dean about how he hit you on the back of the head too hard."
"Dandy," I paused, giving two thumbs up, "Wanna tell me what happened that led up to the knock, knock, lights out?"
"You had this weird look on your face, and then you lunged at us," Sam answered.
Flashes of what occurred appeared through my mind and I gave an apologetic expression to them. "Sorry."
"For a minute there I thought you had starved yourself and were gunning for our blood," Dean commented.
I wouldn't blame him. A hunter can't really tell the difference between hunger and primal urges. Not my fault that when becoming a vampire, it's like becoming an animal. You get the care package.
"Oh come on, you knew I had fed that day, I'm not that stupid and homicidal to not eat." There was no way he'd get it, then again, Dean being Dean, he just might. Which is a good reason why I wasn't going to tell him...including Sam.
"Explan--"
"Did you find a hunt while I was in the cuckoo's nest?" I asked, looking directly at Sam and ignoring Dean's eyes.
"Not yet. Although, there is nothing that says we can't head into town tonight, grab some grub and drinks at the bar and grill I saw coming in, and asking if anything has been going on lately," he answered, causing me to nod my head.
They couldn't know, they just couldn't, and maybe going out tonight was a good thing. Find a hunt possibly in a town like this, yeah. "Let's go then," I said, climbing off the bed and heading towards the door.
"Don't you want to change?" Sam asked.
"Not like I can. I don't have any clothes, remember?" Dean rolled his eyes at my words and disappeared into the corner out of my view before returning with a clean, not stained or worn out, duffel that was loaded with something inside.
"Here. Went shopping for you. Guessed your sizes, but I think they should fit," he said, tossing it at me. I caught it swiftly and stared at it in amazement.
"Thanks," I said, moving past them and into the bathroom to change into my new clothes.
Searching through the bag, I discovered many things that I wore on a regular basis or would have loved to wear but didn't have enough money. Being hunters, I seriously doubted they had that type of money lying around. One thing...fake credit cards. Nice. I pulled out a black camisole, spaghetti strap, and a pair of low waist jeans that would definitely hug my curves spectacularly, along with a few under garments. How the boys could buy me these, it would've been interesting to see.
"Love the clothes though," I said, putting on the items, turning and checking myself in the bathroom mirror. I didn't look half bad.
Exiting the bathroom I entered the other, finding Sam and Dean in their designated areas; Sam on the laptop, and Dean on the couch watching television. When I made my presence known by dropping the bag to the floor loudly, their attention slowly settled on me and held there.
"Whoa..." Sam breathed.
No words left Dean.
"That bad?" I asked.
"Actually Sharae, we should've gotten you new clothes and out of the old ones long ago," Dean commented, him and his brother standing up and halting a few steps away.
Oh yeah, this was good. I just woke up from suffering a head injury yesterday from the very reason of being part animal, and now they were looking at me like they were the ones having to suffer the animal within. Yep. We were all just animals, maybe me more so than others.
"Thank you Dean."
"Let's hit that bar shall we?"
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