I woke up in a cold sweat my breathing coming in short little gasps. I curled my legs up to my chest trying to hold myself together. "It was only a dream Becca. Just breathe." I rocked back and forth till I was sure I wouldn't throw up. I lay back down on the bed trying to relax, I closed my eyes rolling on my side and pulling my pillow to my torso to where my face could bury itself into its soft, plushy, bleach smelling comfort.
Bleach?
I don't wash my sheets in bleach. My sheets are not even white, they're orange. They shouldn't smell like bleach they should smell like lavender. This isn't my bed.
"Sweet mother of marien joseph" I slowly pulled my legs out from underneath the covers and got up from the bed, I could feel a slight breeze blow across my legs from an open window across the room. I looked down at my legs confused, cold air? My Pajama bottoms were gone and so was my tank top, they were replaced with boxers and a large long sleeve thermal , I was beginning to feel very violated what the hell happened to my clothes and whose are these?
I wrapped my arms around myself trying not to lose it. I was in a strange room with worn carpet and tacky yellow and pale green wallpaper. Pictures with forest scenes were mounted on the walls along with the bust of a moose hanging over the bed its preserved glass eyes cold and distant, watching me as I moved about the room. Like that wouldn't give anyone the Wiggins.
The dresser by the bed held an ice bucket, ashtray and a small pamphlet saying "welcome to the Shady Pines Motel." Oh if only they knew how well that name really fit this room right now, below the writing showed a profile picture of a couple hiking. It would have seemed sweet and rustic if it weren't for the horror flick situation I seemed to be in.
"Wait, where is Nicole?" I walked back over to the bed to see if maybe she was under the sheets. No, maybe she was on the floor on the other side of the bed. No such luck. Closet? Nope just men's clothing and a small duffel filled with under garments and a lot of wrapers. Where the hell am I? Was all that really not a dream, I gave a glance at the ceiling "God I hate angels." I stood up from the floor rubbing the carpet marks out of my legs. Maybe she woke up already and is in another room.
Tip toeing to the door I could see light coming up from beneath the door, I took a deep breath placing my hand on the door knob I gave it a small twist till the latch gave way, slowly pulling the door back across the carpet just enough so I could peek my head out . I waited for my eyes to adjust to the change in light, when they had I could see that a tall man with long hair pushed behind his ears was staring at a computer with furrowed brows.
"Sammy?" the door slid open a little further "Sam Winchester?" well shit now is about the time to run. Sam leaned up from the computer stretching his arms his head turned in my direction and he looked surprised and relived. Though that didn't register with my suddenly frozen thought process it was all up to instinct now logic had been thrown out the window along with most of my stomach.
"Um, hello are you um" he began to stand up from his chair. I quickly slammed the door behind me locking it. I had a few precious moments to catch the breath that had gotten stuck in my throat when my eyes connected with Sam, before the door handle began to wiggle and sound of knocking could be heard. "Excuse me miss. Hello, could you open the door please" I was freaking out I was in a motel of sorts and Sam Winchester was knocking just on the other side of a door from me, I know I should have been prepared for this but I wasn't ready yet. I wasn't ready to accept that this was all real that I was here and that Nicole wasn't there right next to me.
Oh god where was she?. I needed to escape. My eyes swept across the room and there was another door just to left of me past the bed, twisting the deadbolt on my door trying to keep Sam out. I bolted for the other door it trying to get it open but the knob wouldn't budge next best bet the window. It was a large window, which I was thankful for because I was not a small girl, and i would never be able to push my chest let alone hips through some basement sized window. I pushed the window open and popped out the screen just as easily. I was half way out the window when a man burst through the door no more than ten feet from me.
"Nice try" he said sprinting towards me his arms reaching for something at his side. He was just in front of me "but you and your friend are not going anywhere"
I couldn't make out his face quite yet for he was just outside the light. But for where there is a Sam a Dean should follow. "Me and my friend you mean Nicole is here." I was shaking, my fight or flight response was in high gear and right now it was saying to punch him.
I pulled myself back and gave a huge lunge forward into his chest making him stagger backwards. I took advantage of his surprise to push him over the sidewalk on to the asphalt, with another lunge I was on top of him throwing punches. "Where is she?" I screamed "tell me you asshole!"
I just kept wailing till suddenly I was in the air. Sam had come up behind grabbing me up and holding me back. I flung my arms and legs back till I connected with him and he gave a big "oomph" dropping me on the cement. I began to scramble away while Sam clutched his stomach, but dean grabbed hold of my ankle yanking me back he pulled me towards him till he had me secured in between his legs. My back to his chest and my arms pinned to my sides, I tried ramming the back of my head in to his face but he just dug his chin into my neck yelling.
"GOD DAMMIT! Would calm down we don't want to hurt you." I kept thrashing around to escape from Dean's iron grip, I tried to kick him in the knee but Sam caught my feett before I could and pinned them to the sides as well.
"Hey! We're only trying to help you! So please stop moving around we don't want to hurt you!" Sam said to me as he struggled to pin my noodle legs. I struggled but to no avail then out from the door there came Nicole.
"What the hell is going on here?" Nicole yelled as she came out of the room, only to see Sam and Dean Winchester holding me down to the floor. "will you stop fighting...just let her go." nicole screamed at them. This caught Sam and Dean's attention so I wiggled out of Sam's grasp kicking him in the gut and then elbowed dean.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, loosening his grip on me. I then got ahold of my wrist again and slugged Dean in his face, knocking him out of reach long enough for me to fully untangle myself from them.
"Becca!" Nicole yelled.
"What!" I yelled back then got off the floor and scramble towards her. I was breathing harshly as the adrenal was still pumping through my veins. Sam and Dean were groaning, holding their sides as they slowly got up from the floor.
"Hey is everything alright out here?" a man in about his thirties came from across the parking lot with a baseball bat in his left hand. The scene he saw must have just been perfect, two young girls huddled in on each other while two brutish men were picking themselves off the ground all bruised and bloody. Nicole pulled away from me but still held my hand I was thankful she did because I felt like I would collapse.
"Uh yeah were fine." Nicole pulled us towards Sam and Dean but I hung back as far as I could without letting go.
"Are you sure?" the man said glancing at me. I must have looked terrible if he was watching me so worriedly. I reached my hand up trying to smooth my clothes down and my hair out of my face. My hand came back red. I'm bleeding thats just wonderful... but where from?
"Yeah it was just a bet is all" Nicole patted Sam on the shoulder "you see these two boys said that a girl couldn't fight like a guy could. And well my friend Becca just had to prove them wrong." I smiled trying to make go along with what Nicole was saying "yeah I'm sorry if we were a disturbance, but I just couldn't let them say a girl wasn't good enough."
"Well it's no problem just try to keep it down" he paused looking back and forth between me, Sam and Dean "and from the looks of it you seem to have won the bet" I gave a small giggle and the man turned walking away. He waved at us as he turned the corner of the building. I waved back hopeing the smile on my face came across as reasuring and didnt make me look like some deranged animal.
"Damn, you have one hell of a punch for a chick." Dean muttered as he wiped the blood at the side of his mouth.
"What the hell, why did you just punched Dean in the face! I thought you liked Dean." Nicole yelled at me. I gave an anxious hopeing no one caught that last part. Thankfully Sam and Dean were to busy helping each other up to notic us. Wow i must have caused more damage than I thought.
"Yeah but I care for you more! And what was I supposed to do I woke up and you were gone. that allows me to freak out a little" I screamed at her.
"I was in the kitchen making tea and coffee for us since you were still knocked out!" Nicole screamed back with her arms up in the air.
"You could've woken me up rather than leaving me not knowing where the hell we are!"
"You know how hard it is to wake you up when you are passed out!" she said letting go of my hand.
"Yeah but-" I started, folding my arms in on myself.
"Ladies, Ladies please there's no need to argue here." Dean said in his charming voice. He was walking towards us favoring the side of his ribcage that I had elbowed.
"Shut up." We both said at the same time, Dean looked at Sam and put his arms up in defeat.
"Look," Sam interjected, "Were just as confused as you are about this whole mishap but can we just calm down and talk?" Me and Nicole looked at each other and silently agreed and started for the motel room, until I realized I was still wearing clothes that weren't mine. Funny the things you pay attention to when you're in shock.
"Umm do you think that I can get my clothes back please?" Dean looked up at me and cleared his voice.
"Uh, yeah about that your clothes they were ripped and soiled….." Dean looked down as he said this.
"So whose clothes are these?" I looked over at Nicole to see that she too was wearing clothes that werent hers. She was dressed in baggy sweats that had to be rolled up to fit her small Five foot three stature and a hoodie that said Stanford University. Obviously Sams clothing.
"So that answers one question." I said, smiling.
"What's that?" Dean responded.
"We all know you're a boxer's man." Sam and Nicole giggled as Dean just got red like a tomato.
"Why would you even wonder about that and how do you know those are mine?" Dean questioned.
"Same type of question that you wondered about a girl if she is wearing panties or not and are you saying these aren't yours?" I said putting my hands on my hips jutting them out to one side a bit. Why do I open my mouth?
"Why would you think that?" he said noticing my body movement.
"Dean we all know that you're a womanizer." At this Sam burst out laughing. Dean looked at Sam like 'What-the-hell-man'. For all that is sane shut your mouth Becca!
"She's right Dean, you are." Sam agreed.
"Shut up Sam…"Dean walked away from us heading into the motel room and shut the door behind him.
"Me and Nicole walked back to the room from where I had burst through the window. While Sam went to the door dean had gone to.
"I went into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Then popped back up rubbing at my lower side. There was a dull pinch of pressure that was agitated by my sudden movement. I pulled down the top of the boxers to see that a bruise in the shape of a large hand with its fingers spread wide was forming along the hip. "Son of a blubber muffin."
"What?" Nicole said from the arm chair by the door.
"Nothing just I think. OH the area along my hip hurts." My vision was begging to swim in front of me.
Nicole rolled her head in my direction "I'm sure that's not the only thing that is going to be hurting, since you are the idiot that decided to take on two Winchesters." She sat up "and you have a cut on the side of your temple."
That explains the blood.
"Idiot really! Exactly how did you expect me to respond to waking up in a strange room to find you gone and Sam Winchester on the other side of the door?"
"Well I didn't think you would react like that. I mean come on Becca you usually think a little more than that."
"I was scared. I am scared and when I couldn't find you…Nicole I couldn't survive in this place without you. Now didn't you say something about coffee?"
"I did what of it?" she crossed her arms and turned away from me.
"Go get some cause I'm going to need it and some pain killers while you're at it." I said and left the room.
Sam was sitting on the couch typing away at his laptop there were limited places to sit so I chose to sit on the floor on the other side of the coffee table because I didn't feel that comfortable sitting next to someone who had been pinning me down to the concrete no more than 5 minutes ago. Plus I just so happened to like the floor: it was solid and there was always plenty of it to stretch out on.
I sat on the floor for no more than maybe 5 mins before i opened my mouth. "How much do you know?" Sam flinched a little at my voice suddenly breaking the silence.
"Excuse me?" he said shutting his laptop.
"How much do you know?" I asked again, this time a little more level.
"I'm assuming about as much as you do." i waited for him to elaborate. "That you guys magically appeared and you were just as confused as me and Dean were."
Good Nicole hasn't said anything yet.
"Alright if we magically appeared in your motel room what happened to my clothes?" Sam smiled a bit and said, "Well we tested to see if you were a demon or a monster and your clothes got caught in the crossfire of salt, holy water and fire." Sam pointed out.
"Fire? What do you mean fire, you fudges tried to light me on fire!" Passed out in the world of supernatural for a small while and the first thing to happen be nearly getting burned to death. Oh I really hate angels.
"Well… we didn't exactly light you on fire, we just put a circle of fire around you." Sam said looking apologetic.
"Don't worry they did the same thing to me but I was awake." Nicole said, as she came in with three mugs, two of them with coffee and one with tea.
"You people are evil…" I looked at Sam with evil eyes.
"Not evil just being cautious is all." Sam said as he put his mug down. Dean came out of the bedroom with jeans and flannel shirt hung over his arm he tossed them at me and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
"Are these for me?" I asked.
"Yes" Dean Grumbled "until we get you some clothes of your own". So as I refolded the flannel shirt in my lap I asked,
"So if my clothes were ruined in the testing process, how did I get into these?" Sam choked on the coffee he was sipping and Dean yelled from the kitchen. "God damn it Sammy don't you say a single word!"
Nicole piped up "Oh come on Dean you only stood watch in the room, I'm the one who put the clothes on her." I looked at Nicole with a mixture of horror and confusion. "Dean was in the room while I dressed you because they still didn't trust us." I started to open my mouth to argue "now, now you can't blame them and it's not like he saw anything" she stopped for a second "I think. Plus would you trust anyone who magically appeared in your bed out of nowhere?"
I paused for a moment giving the question some thought. "Well that depends on how good looking they are and if they were wearing anything when they magically appeared on my bed." Nicole giggled and Sam smiled "I joke I'm nowhere near that suave."
Dean came out from the little kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and gave me an exasperated look "and you say I'm a womanizer, when you would just do something that fell into your bed!"
"Hey now!" I stood up from the couch I was only joking and you have no room to talk you confuse reality with porn there buddy boy!"
Dean yelled back at me "well if this wasn't reality the way you two fell into my bed it might as well have been the beginning of a porno!"
"Oh I bet you would just love that wouldn't you" I said poking him in the chest. He puffed it out in response to me trying to be manly "and what if I did" he grabbed the hand that had been poking his chest. I stopped short unable to completely register the fact that he was talking about us being in a porno.
I pulled my hand out of his grip and rubbed it on the side of my leg "well now that I have been thoroughly embarrassed I am going to go put these clothes on and try to regain some of my dignity" I turned in the direction of the back bedroom where I assumed the bathroom was and walked towards it at a quick pace.