(A/N) Please Read and Review, I really would liek to know what you like and what you don't like so I can make this a better read for everyone, -Maacaha
The first page in my dads book is all about my mom. She died the moment I was born, but the first two pages give me details about her that dad wanted to remember for himself. As if in not writing them down he was cursing himself to forget everything about her.
I kept myself distracted in those pages as the boys sat and argued about the spirit and how they would be able to figure out who it was that was haunting the area.
"No input?" Dean snapped on me as I spaced out once more staring into my mothers eyes.
"None at all." I slammed my book shut and tossed it onto the side dresser. "Why are you guys even here?"
"Where hunting the ghost." Dean looked absolutely dumbfounded, as if my question could have easily been answered by a five-year old.
"I meant my room." I rolled my eyes heavenward and prayed for an end to this night.
"It saves us money, time, and effort." Dean gave a cocky half-smile. "It means later on we don't have to worry about bumping into you while hunting our ghost friend."
"Would it really take three hunters to salt and burn some old bones?" I looked around the room, looking for an escape, either way I was stuck in the room with them for the night, and if they didn't give up on my case I'd be stuck with them for the duration of my hunt.
"You never know." Sam poured over a set of books and his laptop at the desk, which had already been clarified as town records.
"Fine then." I knew I wouldn't be able to shake them from my case. I swung my legs off the bed and heading towards the shower. I gave a little peace sign and slammed the door.
The water was hot, boiling even. It turned my skin red as I stood under the shower head, burning my skin. It was cleansing. The room filled up with steam and when I stepped out into the bathroom it swirled around me, pressing itself to my already warm skin. It made everything sticky. I wrapped myself in a towel and exited the steam into the bedroom where the boys still remained, unfortunately.
I made my way to my duffel bag on the table by the windows, feeling their eyes on me. I pulled my clothes from the bag and slid on my under garments before removing the towel all together and sliding on my black shorts and a yellow tank top. When I turned around all eyes seemed to look away quickly. Dean had taken up the king sized bed, clothes on and boots off. I shoved him, trying to move him out of the center and then sat down reluctantly, tucking myself away under the covers and laying on my side so I wouldn't have to face them.
"Going to bed?" Dean gave a chuckle.
"Trying to forget about you,"
"Sorry to disappoint, but most girls who get in bed with me, never forget me."