Walking into the shabby, run-down motel room I tossed the motel keys on the nearby table and flicked on the lights. Yep, definitely another crappy motel room, Oh joy.
Letting out a deep sigh I kicked the door shut behind me and tossed my bag on the bed, pulling out the dye I bought out of the drug store bag, I stripped off my shirt and started to read the instructions.
Flipping the box around I read the color I had grabbed, liking the color, Ebony Mocha..., huh, at least it sounded like a nice color. Mixing the chemicals together I went and stood in front of the oval shaped mirror hanging above the small dresser in the room and started to apply generous amounts of the dye to my hair, making sure to work it in really well. I definitely don't want any of this damn blonde left in.
Good thing I thought ahead about grabbing two boxes, because the first bottle wasn't nearly enough to cover all of my hair that fell in a wave to the middle of my back.
After mixing and applying the second bottle, I piled my hair on the top of my head and flopped down on the edge of the bed. Pulling out my phone to call Carlo, just to see what was going on, I missed him already.
You would think spending every waking moment of everyday with my brother would drive me crazy, but it didn't. It felt like a part of me was missing when he was gone. Looking at the screen I saw that I had five missed calls and 3 text messages from my brother already, why didn't I hear my phone?
Flipping it around in my hand, only to see that the ringer was switched off, of course. Shaking my head, I instantly turned the ringer back on and swiped open the screen to see what the messages said:
Rena: Rena you need to get back to Bobby's
Rena: This is serious don't ignore me. We really need you to get back here.
Rena: Idk why you hate being here, but you need to get over it and get here. Bring you stuff it's not safe for you to be by yourself.
What the hell is going on, that's so damn important I can't have a few somewhat normal moments to myself. I opened up the voice mail he left with the last call he made.
"Rena, I know you hate coming back here but this is serious your not safe on your own. Bobby wasn't lying when he said that he needed our help. Please stop being so terco and get over here." I scowled down at my phone I wasn't being a stubborn, jackass. Deciding against calling him, I quickly texted him back.
BigBro: I'm not stubborn. My phone was on vibrate and didn't hear it ring, ass. There is dye in my hair at this second, so I'll be there as soon as I'm done.
Rena: Apurate and yes you are terco.
I rolled my eyes before tossing my phone back on the bed and went to go check the color in the bathroom mirror, since the lightening was much brighter then this room.
Shrugging, accepting the color it turned out, I turned on the shower, setting the water to be has hot as I could handle. I quickly stripped down, grabbed my smaller bag that held all my hygiene products and got in the shower to wash up and rinse out the dye.
Throwing on a pair of worn out ripped jeans, a dark grey Alice in Chains shirt that I had cut up the back in the middle so I could tie it into a knot, and my black leather calf high boots. I flipped my head down and shook my hair with my hands, not wanting to take the time to fix it.
Making sure to grab the keys to the room and my Papi's old worn black leather jacket that I took up wearing after he was taken from us, I headed back toward Bobby's wanting to know what was so freaking important that I barely got an hour to myself to dye my hair and get a quick shower.
I parked by the back door once I got back to Bobby's and sat in the Tahoe hesitant about going in, my stomach was clenching tight making me feel nauseous and incredibly nervous. What the hell was wrong with me? I never got nervous coming here, just pissy and moody.
Carlo opened up the back door and looked at me expectantly as he waved me toward the house. Begrudgingly, I got out the vehicle and head toward the house as a chill ran down my spine, freaking me out just a little.
Silently, I followed my big brother into Bobby's over ran kitchen and looked around, happy to note that it looked the same as it always does. Despite everything, Bobby's was a constance, comforting.
The table in the middle of the kitchen was piled with books a few opened to whatever he was researching. I stopped by the table and glanced at what he was looking up and saw it was about succubus and incubus.
Furrowing my brow, I looked through the large doorway the lead into the living room and saw Bobby eying me from where he stood next to his fireplace, I also saw a guy who looked really familiar to me tall, lean muscles, he had chin length brown hair and green eyes that looked similar to someone else I knew.
Instantly I tensed as I backed up into the kitchen. I knew this guy, I've seen him before when we were kids and I've seen a picture of him all grown up before:
"This is Sam." Dean smiled with pride as he pulled out a picture of his not so little brother. I grabbed the picture to get a better look, they both had a lot of similar features.
"He's good looking." teasing Dean as I wiggled my eye brows trying to see if I could get a rise out of him. He snatched back his picture as he frowned at me.
"Yeah well don't get to excited. He hates being a hunter and this whole life style." scowling as he quickly tucked his brother's picture safely back into his wallet. He missed him that was obvious. I nudged him wrinkling my nose as I smiled at him.
"Who loves being a hunter?" I questioned flopping back onto my twin bed in this shitty motel room that I was sharing with Dean as we tracked these two foul creatures.
"I do... It gives me a purpose." he stated simply as he laid back on his bed, I turned my head to look at him as he stared up at the ceiling lost in thought.
Bitting my lip, struggling to stop myself from going over to comfort him. I had to stop getting so attached to him. This was a case our dad's had put us on together, nothing more.
Stop getting so wrapped up in Winchester, Rena.
I stared horrified at Sam Winchester as the memory played back in my mind. Cringing as I suddenly realized, that if Sam was here, then that meant that most likely he would be here to. Quickly I glanced around the two rooms as I started to hyperventilate in full panic mode.
I need to get out of here, I need to run out the door as fast as my feet could possibly carry me. Seeing the panic on my face, and the fight or flight look in my eyes, Sam scrambled to his feet jumping up from the couch with his hands up in surrender.
"Rena, wait ok." Carlo hesitantly reached out toward me, but I recoiled backing away, distancing myself from him. Feeling nothing but pure betrayal by my brother.
"Lorena, we just need your help with something. An old case that you and Dean worked on together." Sam quickly rushed out in a still surprisingly calm and quietly tone, as I stared at him, watching his mouth move, but not fulling comprehending the words coming out of his mouth.
I shook my head as I continued to back up toward the door, panic was washing over me and all I could get my head around was the fact that I had to get out of here , Now!
That's when I head the all too familiar sound of his boots stomping down the hallway as he made his way back toward the living room. My eyes shot toward the hall and widened in horror as I walked his jaw dropping figure came into view.
Looking just has dangerously handsome like he always did in jeans, tight shirt that was hugging his body showing off his well defined abs and muscular chest, a flannel shirt hanging loose and open and of course those same old boots.
His hair was still styled in a slight mohawk type hair do he always did, stubble on his chin, not a single trace of a baby face anymore. I was breathing hard and heavy as I felt the blood start to boil in my veins. I couldn't be here, I need to leave but I was frozen to the spot as he was looking down wiping his hands together.
"She show up yet? We're wasting time we need..." he voice wrapped around me engulfing me in a whirlwind of deep rooted emotional turmoil.
He stilled as he looked up and his bright green eyes landed on me. Clenching my now very tense jaw, narrowing my gaze as I pushed aside all the emotions I was currently feeling and focused on my anger and rage at being tricked into coming here.
Tearing my eyes from his piercing stare, I turned my focus to glare at my traitorous brother who was fidgeting nervously as he leaned back from the murderous expression on my face. I turned on my heels and swiftly made for the kitchen door.
"Ren. Wait." Dean's voice was desperate, haunting and it still sent an uncontrollable tingling sensation straight to my core.
I stopped cold in my tracks with my hand lingering on the door handle. I closed my eyes as I struggled to muster up as much courage as I possibly could.
Letting my anger pumped through me, focusing on that one single emotion and nothing else. I shook my head not risking a glance over my shoulder at him, before pulling open the door and storming out as I slammed the door shut behind me.
Stomping back toward the Tahoe, I felt my knees start to buckle as they grew weak from the anger that started to fade from my overwrought body and all that old heartbreak come flooding right over me. Engulfing me in a whole new wave of pain, heartache and betrayal.
I had to get out of here. I needed to leave right now and get as far from Dean Winchester as possible.
Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester
~Apurate = Hurry up
~Terco = Stubborn