And here is chapter 2! Yayyyyyy! Lol, I'm trying to get this story going, and it's not entirely hard, seeing as I have dreams that help=) So, if you would like to submit story ideas, I would appreciate it. I will try to write them, and dedicate them to the people who submit the idea, and if two or more people submit the same idea, I will dedicate it to them=) Love ya, GleeGeek4Life
Opening her eyes to the light streaming through the window, Shawn sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning widely. She looked at the foot of her bed to see Sam and Dean flipping through her sketch book. Yelping, she snatched it from their hands, a blush painting her cheeks a rosy color, which made Dean smirk.
Charlotte was already up, moving around, trying to look helpful, but she was just antsy. Her hair was wet, and thrown into a high pony, and she was wearing a loose-fitting, long sleeve shirt tucked into short shorts. She wore a pair of pink socks on her feet, and she was shuffling them on the floor. "I swear, Char, you touch me after you've been shuffling your feet on this carpet, you're dead. Got it?" Shawn snapped, standing up on the bed.
Charlotte rolled her eyes before sitting down in a wooden chair, her feet propped up on the table. John was sitting next to her, an old journal in his hands. Shawn yawned again, her back arching and popping back into place. She made her way into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a tank-top from her bag, and stepped inside.
Turning on the shower as hot as she could handle, she undressed and hopped in, her body relaxing under the soft spray. She sighed happily, her head tipped back, her eyes closed and her hands massaging shampoo through her pale blond hair. Rinsing out the suds, she went on to conditioning her hair. She relaxed majorly all through her shower, her body less tense then yesterday, and she felt more clean then she ever did.
Throwing her wet hair into a messy bun, she stepped into her sweat pants, her silver panties already on, and tightened the draw-string, before slipping on her tight tank-top over her pale gray bra. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, her clothes in hand, Shawn yelped in surprise when she saw Charlotte in-front of her.
"Jeez, Char, scare much?" Shawn asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes at her sister. Charlotte giggled girlishly, her hair dried and straightened to perfection. Shawn brushed passed her and sat on her bed, snatching her sketch book from the two boys' hands, once again.
Their bags were packed and ready, sitting next to the door in a neat stack, and John had yet to come back from checking out. Shawn stood up and smoothed down her tank-top before approaching the bags. Picking two up, she opened the door and walked out, Charlotte right behind her, two bags in her hands as well. Sam and Dean watched from the door-from as the two set the bags down by the trunk, and waited as they came back for the rest.
After the bags were out of the room, the four waited for John to come back, and didn't have to wait long until they were back on the road, Shawn sitting happily in the front seat, her head resting against the window. The radio was playing softly and Charlotte, Sam, and Dean were sitting in the back, joking quietly and laughing silently.
It didn't take long until they were pulling up to an old house and the car was turned off. Shawn stepped out and opened the door for the three in the backseat. Sam stepped out first, a small grin on his face, with Dean following after him, a smirk adorning his face, and lastly, Charlotte hopped out, her eyes shining happily, a grateful smile on her face. She looked happy, and Shawn couldn't be more grateful to the two boys that helped that.
"C'mon, Crazy, we gotta meet this guy. Might as well do it now." Shawn sighed with a grin, making Charlotte laugh freely and happily. The two walked to the door, where John was talking to a man in his late 30s, early 40s. Shawn was still laughing quietly along with Charlotte, and nearly choked on a bug that just happened to fly into her mouth.
Gagging and coughing at the same time, she hacked it up out of her mouth, much to Charlotte's disgust, and John's amusement. The two men chuckled quietly at the girl, who was still coughing and gagging at the taste. Shawn pouted angrily, her eyes narrowed unhappily. The two girls walked inside, after introductions were made.
"Wow, nice house." Shawn said sarcastically. Charlotte snickered, which turned into full-blown laughter when Bobby glared at her. "If you don't like it, you can get out." He snapped, making Shawn bow her head in shame. "Sorry, Bobby, I'm just a little grumpy about having to leave my house. Didn't mean to offend you." This seemed to smooth over Bobby, because his eyes softened a little at the sad tone the girl used.
Once everything was settled, and John told Bobby the situation, and how they needed to be trained, and Sam asked what they needed to trained for. "Nothing you need to worry about, Sammy." John replied, shooting down the boy's curiosity. Shawn felt bad for the boy, but kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to get in trouble, or have a bad first impression with the two men standing in the room.
"We start tomorrow, and we'll wake you up way early, so you can train longer." This made Shawn grumble to herself, along with Charlotte, and the two nodded reluctantly, but nodded none-the-less. After that matter was discussed, they ate some lunch and just talked, joked, and Shawn showed some of her drawings, which Dean and Sam have already seen, but she still showed them.
After a long day of driving and talking, everyone walked to different rooms, where they proceeded to fall asleep. The only one who wasn't asleep was Shawn, who was sitting in her bed, lap-top open and her searching the internet for something. Finding nothing interesting, she shut it and rolled onto her side, and fell into a peaceful sleep.