Rule 2: Always Wear Enough Clothes

Showering was my favorite part of the day. I was only allowed to do it once, though, especially after the first time I took a shower and spent over an hour under the hot stream of water. Now, I had to tell Dean or 'My Name is Sam, Stop It' every time I was going to take a shower, and one of them would make sure I didn't take too long.

I liked to close my eyes as the warm water encased my body, and think about my first memory. I remembered the man's arm being warm, the light bathing me… But these memories were not real. The small yellow bathroom was not the warm orb of light, and the voices I had heard that night were not here. The man was not real. My brain was just trying to trick me, Dean says.

I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain to look around. I had forgotten the towel on Dean's bed. I padded out of the bathroom slowly, being sure that my feet didn't lose grip on the slick floor, a lesson I had learned the hard way previously. One step, next step. Right. Left. I had heard Just Sam say once that I was "high functioning for someone who should've been brain dead." According to him, my ability to walk and talk was incredible, considering the circumstances. It was the nicest thing Just Sam had ever said about me.

The rug wasn't so hard to walk on, but the dark marks in the perfect shape of the bottom of my feet were fascinating. And dark circle drops appeared around them in rhythm. I turned around slowly, looking them over with scrutiny.

I heard a clatter, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Dammit, Ray!" My Name is Sam exclaimed, looking away.

"Dammit, Sam!" I mimicked his facial expression.

Sam looked like he was about to laugh, but then his face straightened. "Where's Dean?" His eyes connected with mine forcefully.

I shrugged.

Sam's eyes wandered down past my face. "God dammit, Ray…." He muttered.

I shifted uneasily from foot to foot. "What, My Name is Sam?"

Sam turned away. "Where's your towel?"

"On the bed."

Sam sighed. "Dean's going to kill me…." He whispered before suddenly stepping towards me. "Get your towel, Ray."

I obediently did so. Just Sam took the towel from me, chewing on his lip. I copied what he was doing.

"Do that again," Sam commanded. I furrowed my eye brows but complied.

There was a fiddling with the doorknob, the now familiar sound of Dean trying to turn the key while his arms were full. Sam quickly wrapped my towel around me, turned me around and forcefully shoved me back towards the bathroom. "Get dressed," he hissed.

I stumbled back into the bathroom and Sam slammed the door behind me.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, Dean. I think she fell again."

"God dammit."

xxXXxx

I scanned the images of bottles on the shining machine before me. "Just the red and white ones…" I muttered to myself. I glanced beside me at the man at the machine beside me, who was staring at my chest with his mouth slightly parted. "Do you know which one is 'coke'?"

"What?" He looked up at me.

"Coke?" I repeated.

"Oh. Yeah." He nodded quickly and pressed a button. "So, what's your name?"

"Ray." I put in more of the paper Dean had given me and pressed the button again.

"Where are you from?"

I looked at him. "From?"

He nodded, picking up the bottles for me.

I pointed towards the room where Dean and Sam kept me. "I live there."

"Okay." He grinned. "May I come in?"

"If anyone wants to come in, they are the cops and cops can't come in," I recited.

The guy laughed. "I'm not a cop. If I was, I'd have a badge."

"Dean has a badge. He is not a cop."

In a second, an arm was around my waist and I was being lifted from the ground. "Sorry bud, not today," Dean's gruff voice alerted me to the fact that he was the owner of the backside I was now staring at.

In a moment, we were back in the room, and Dean was tossing me on to his bed. "Ray, you can't go out looking like that anymore."

"Looking like what?" I sat up.

Dean palmed his face and shook his head. "Stay here." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked into the bathroom.

"Cas, we need to talk… She needs clothes. Yes, clothes… Can't you just bring some of her old clothes?... You can't bring her a damn bra?!" Dean slammed the door, cutting off the sound.

I sat still, for fear I was in trouble.

The other door opened and 'Seriously, Ray, Quit It, It's Sam' stepped in. His eyes brightened when he saw me sitting alone. "Hey, Ray. Are you going to shower today?"

"I already did." I tilted my head in confusion.

"Oh."

"Why? Am I not clean?"

Sam grinned, his eyes flashing. "Take off your shirt and I'll check."

I did so.

Sam stepped closer, reaching out for my chest. "Hm. I don't know…."

The bathroom door swung open and Sam's hand froze in midair.

Dean's eyes widened. "Cas," he spoke into the phone. "I'm going to need you to come out here… Why? Well, I'm going to need you to kick Sam's ass while I take Ray shopping."

Dean hung up the phone and Sam stood up and began to head for the door. "Freeze, Soulless. Ray, go get dressed."

I nodded, grabbed the clothes Dean had laid out for me this morning and headed into the bathroom quickly. Once I shut the door, I heard Dean start yelling at Sammy.

When it had gone quiet, I re-emerged from the bathroom, rolling the pant legs like Dean had taught me.

"Ray, repeat after me." Dean was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Listening, Dean."

"Always wear enough clothes."

"Even around you and Soulless Sam?"

Dean nodded, sighing. "Repeat."

"Always wear enough clothes."

"Good. Now, let's go get you enough clothes."