Rowan's Pov
"Rowan!" a sing songy voice said. I woke up and looked around. The motel room was empty.
"Hey there!" the voice sang again. I wasn't awake. I turned around and saw his face, grinning widely at me.
"What do you want tonight?" I asked, very annoyed.
"Same thing I always want, princess. I want you to say yes," he said.
"And I'll give you the same answer I always give," I said. "No."
"You and your father! How do I put up with you Winchesters?" he responded.
"You did this to Sam?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Me and Sammy are best buds. He even said yes after I kept nagging and nagging. But, he sent me straight back to hell."
"Well good for him. But I'm still going to say no," I said.
"Fine. That's your choice anyway," he said. "See you tomorrow!"
I woke up to Sam shaking me awake.
"Hey, hey. Wake up," he said.
"Morning, sunshine," Dean said from across the room. Sam and Dean had slept on their beds, and I slept on the chair. Sam wanted me to sleep in the bed and he would go on the chair, but then we agreed that he wouldn't be able to fit in the chair.
"Good morning," I said as I walked to the sink. "Toothbrush?" I asked. I realized I didn't have anymore pre-pasted toothbrushes I took from the dollar store.
"Here." Sam tossed one to me. I grabbed it, put the toothpaste on it, and started brushing. By the time I was finished getting ready, I realized that Dean had his keys ready.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We're gonna check out and get some breakfast," Sam said.
"We're leaving?" I asked.
"Is that okay?" Sam asked. "We didn't really talk about it."
"Yeah it's fine. I could use a change of scenery," I said.
"Can we cut the chit chat already?" Dean interrupted. "I'm hungry."
God, he was impatient.
The ride to the diner was fairly quiet. Sam and Dean argued about the music (Sam wanted some pop song and Dean wanted Metallica), and I ended up breaking the war by siding with Dean. At least he had a good taste in music.
When we sat down in the diner, Sam ordered pancakes and Dean ordered bacon and eggs. I just ordered cinnamon waffles. It wasn't much, but they were my favorite. The waitress brought us our food and we ate our breakfast. There wasn't much talking until Dean finished his breakfast.
"So," Dean started,"what do you think they meant by bloodlines?"
"Absolutely no idea," I replied. "But whatever they meant, it seemed important."
"What do you remember about them?" Sam asked.
"Dark. Scary. I was ten," I said.
"What about their eyes?" Sam asked.
"About the same. Dark. Scary."
"Crap," Dean said. "Demons." He started getting ready to leave.
"Demons?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. We'll explain more later," he said.
We walked out the diner, to the car, and drove off.