"Hey, Summer? Hellooo? Anyone there?" I blinked myself back into existence, responding to my name.
"What?" My eyes cleared of the last remnants of the memory, and Lilly stood in front of me, waving her hand in front of my eyes. I pushed my chair away from the table, standing up and getting myself away from the hand that waved in front of me. Something felt missing.
"Where's Sam?" Lilly rolled her eyes at me, sighing heavily in annoyance.
"Uh, he just said he's going to bed. He said you'd show us to where we're sleeping since you seem to know the place so well. Didn't you hear him?" I turned around to look at her, confused.
"Well then, I guess I'll show you. I thought maybe he would do it." I turned again, bouncing up the three steps while Lilly followed. Tyler scrambled out of his chair, and fought desperately to keep up with the both of us. I had no clue which rooms were Sam and Dean's, so I decided to take my best guess. I wandered down a hallway until I came to three rooms, I poked my head in each of them, and they all looked the same. One of the beds in one of the rooms was much bigger than the other two.
"Alright then, you guys got a choice. One bed, or two?" There was silence behind me.
"Uh, one? Yeah, I guess we can try one." I opened the door wider to the room with the bigger bed, and Lilly let herself in, Tyler following close behind.
"I guess I'll stay two doors down, if you guys need anything, just holler. I'll be right here." I closed the door I held, and slipped into the room I had been speaking of, pulling the door shut. The room was completely blank and gray, and it looked so boring I couldn't help it. With just a snap of my fingers, every single belonging of mine appeared in the room, organized and put away just as I would do it myself.
"What the fu-"
"That was you, right?" I heard Lilly yell to me from the other room, completely startled. I smiled a little, surprised and amused that she sounded so terrified.
"Yep."

The other room silenced, and I slid onto the bed, relaxing for a few seconds before leaning over and pulling a laptop off the nightstand that sat next to me. It was mine, I had so many electronics it was hard to keep track of most, but now that all of them were properly put away, I could almost rest I peace. I opened the dark green computer, and it automatically turned on by itself. Even though we had been gone for just a few days, I felt the need to check my school email to see if I had missed anything. Of course, I had seven different emails, all from different teachers. They were all concerning my sudden disappearance, and I responded swiftly. In each of them I mentioned that I was completely safe, but Lilly, Tyler and I would all be out of school for awhile, it was a family emergency. It was all the emails I had, just ones from teachers. I stayed up until three in the morning, when I heard Sam getting out of his bed on the other side of the thick, metal wall. I heard his bare feet slap against the floor, then they stopped. There was a flick and almost instantly the lights outside my room flickered off. I heard the footsteps leave and Sam closed his door.
Okay, yes, I do sleep. I loved sleeping. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, just like food. I enjoyed human traits, especially those two. It was maybe a half hour past three when I decided that I wanted rest. I pulled an I-Phone out of the drawer of the nightstand, returning the laptop back to where it came from. It was easier for me to rest when I was listening to something, and the thing that relaxed me the most was books. Audio books were also one of the things that I loved, but it depended on who was reading it. I relaxed faster when guys read the books, but the one thing that helped the most were accents. Usually Scottish, Scandinavian or British, but any accent was nice. I pulled the covers up to my chin, rolling onto my right side, facing the far wall. I laid in that position for a few seconds, listening to the heavy Scottish accent. I could tell the person reading was about 19, and he was a fantastic reader, there were no random pauses to correct himself, there were no mispronunciations. I relaxed, closing my eyes. I was beginning to finally drift off, when the reader paused, longer than he usually did. I thought maybe it was a new chapter, but changed my mind when I heard a small 'hello, darling.' The reader stopped after that, and didn't continue. I frowned slightly in my groggy state, sitting up to see if there was anything wrong with my I-Phone. I let my eyes adjust when I sat up before I bothered to reach over and grab it. Out of the corner of my eye, there was movement, and I knew immediately who it was.
"Crowley, leave me alone. I don't want to talk." The dark figure moved and with a quick flick of its wrist, the light blinked on. I squinted, my eyes burning from the sudden brightness of the room. Sure enough, it was Crowley, and he looked bored. He walked over to the left side of my bed, picking up the I-Phone I had intended to grab myself. He pressed the home button, and the screen flashed to life. He took a second to see what the book was called before his dark eyebrows furrowed together. He twisted the screen in my direction, showing me what I was listening to as if I didn't know.
"50 Shades of Grey?" I tipped my head back and squeezed my burning eyes shut, giving a slight groan of impatience and annoyance. I cracked my eyes open just in time to see him attempt to unlock the device. Surprise and curiosity alit his face as it unlocked without a passcode. He immediately began to poke around, and I let him. I didn't have anything to hide, except for the-
"Transformers?" I bounced to my knees and snatched the phone out of his hands, but he didn't lose his expression of amusement and interest.
"Shut up." I could feel my face turn bright red. I closed out of my photos, grumbling to myself about how stupid it was to not put a lock code on my I-Phone. I flopped back down on the bed, setting the phone in my lap. He wouldn't dare grab it from me again. He eyed it cautiously, then he leaned back down and grabbed it again, I didn't stop him that time either. He continued to snoop, and even though I couldn't see what he was doing, I did my best to understand where he had gone or what app he was using. He paused after a few minutes of scrolling and swiping, a tiny smile forcing his lips up.
"Well, aren't you a creative little girl." I could feel my cheeks warm up again as I tried to imagine where he was looking. There wasn't really anything that was Transformers related. . . Except for my Notes, which was where I wrote my smut and fanfiction. I reached up to take my I-Phone from him again, but he caught my arm, turning away from me slightly. I could see what he was on now, and I was right. He scrolled down on one of my fanfictions. I couldn't help but blush, I wrote all of that, and he was reading it. He carelessly skimmed through it, and I fought to get out of his strong grip. A word or sentence must have caught his eye, because he stopped scrolling, staring at the screen. I could read it from where I was, and it probably wasn't the most appropriate scene to stop at.
" 'Wheeljack pressed the medic against the wall, seeming not to care about the scratches and dents that were becoming of his paint and armor. All he wanted was him, Ratchet, the hungry desire to make him his own was almost overwhelming-' "
"Stop, goddamnit! You don't need to read it out loud!" I wrenched my arm from his hand, reaching up and seizing the device he was using to read what I had written. He didn't attempt to grab the phone again, which was fine by me.
"Quite a mind for- what? A 17 year old girl?" I scowled at him, crawling back underneath the covers.
"It's 19." He shrugged a little and shook his head, giving me the impression that he didn't care one bit.
"Now please leave so I can get some rest." He didn't move.
"Angels don't need beauty sleep."
"This one does." It was as if he was a statue, he stood completely still, unblinking eyes gazed back at me. They seemed to burn with an emotion that he wasn't accustomed to.
"Alright, let me try again. Get out, now." I pushed my best commanding voice forward, trying to force him out. He continued to stare at me, then he moved, it was a soft sway, then a blink, then he turned and left. The second my door closed, the lights flickered off. I sat in the same position for a second, then flopped backward onto the bed, grateful he had left. I didn't turn my I-Phone on again that night.