Anna slowly began to wake up. She tried to breathe through her nose but couldn't; it felt dried out. She sat up slowly, putting a hand to her nose. She'd come back to the motel after she'd taken the day off, and lain across one of the beds, still trying to process her thoughts, when she'd had a vision of Dean in the corner chair. That's where she'd first met him, and the pain that had shot through her head because of the vision had caused her to pass out.
Anna walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was dried blood all under her nose and on her cheek. She took a napkin and started wiping it off, thinking it was just one really bad headache. She could breathe better once all the dried blood was gone, and she walked back into the main room, sitting on the bed. Her head was hurting, but she tried to ignore it. How could she get over what happened if she kept having these "visions"?
Anna laid back on the bed and was hit with another vision; this time one of a girl getting off a truck, and somehow Anna knew this girl was looking for Sam, Dean, and Chase. Then she saw all of them bloody and hurt. Her heart started pounding and her head felt like a steamroller had gone over it several times. She felt something cold and wet on her nose, and put her hand to it. Pulling it back revealed blood and she sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose. She lent her head back and slowly walked to the bathroom again. Was this because of all the visions she was having? Was it bursting capillaries in her brain? All Anna knew was that she needed them, now more then ever, and decided she should go to Wyoming and find them, before this got worse.
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As Becca walked away from the group, she tried to think of somewhere to stay. She was concentrating so hard on the matter, in fact, that she didn't notice the man walking towards her until she'd walked right into him.
"I am so sorry!" She told the guy, blushing.
"It's okay, I'm honored a pretty girl like you would bump into me. I'm Andrew." He said, smiling and holding out his hand to shake.
Becca took his hand. "I'm Becca. Do you live around here?"
"Just moved in, what about you?" He asked, the both of them starting to walk along the side of the road.
"Just passing through. I'm looking for a place to stay, actually, do you know of any hotels around here?" She answered, hoping there was one around. She didn't want to end up sleeping outside with werewolves running around.
"Well, there is one down the road, but how about you stay with me instead?" Andrew said and Becca looked up at him.
"I'm not some kind of hooker or something you pick up on the side of the road." Becca informed him, giving him a glare.
"I wasn't implying that. You look like you're my sister's age, for God's sake. I was just offering since I don't trust the guys who would mistake you for a hooker." He explained and Becca blushed again.
"I'm sorry I over reacted. I'd love to stay at your place." She said and followed him to his car, trying to shake the feeling she was getting in her gut that this was a bad idea.