A/N: ello!!! sorry it's taken me so long to update!! I had the hardest time trying to write this chapter! It didn't take the route I had planned on but I think it turned out good...it may be kind of boring to some of you, sorry for that...

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Holy crap…I don't think I've ever been this bored!!! I thought as I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I stared up at the weird brownish stains that were splotched across the motel room's ceiling and tried to see if I could find pictures in them, like a normal person would do with clouds. I attempted to count the different colors but the majority of it was just a brown shade. However, after trying to figure out what exactly was on the ceiling, I got a little grossed out and extremely grossed out when I thought about what had been done on the bed I was resting upon. I grimaced and thought about getting off the now disgusting bed but quickly decided that I was just too lazy to do that.

I wasn't sure exactly what Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb were up to but it didn't look like we were leaving any time soon. I put my hands behind my head as I tilted to watch them at work or whatever it was they were doing. I looked and saw Dean with a selection of weapons in front of him, cleaning, sharpening…pretty much any maintenance to them they would ever need. He looked so concentrated yet distracted at the same time. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he was off in his own little world. I bet an atomic bomb could go off in this room and he wouldn't even flinch, I thought as I studied his concentration. I also thought for a second about throwing something at him to test my theory but I got a mental image of him catching whatever I threw right at the last second before hitting him in the face and then throwing it back at me…with me not exactly having the same luck.

I cleared my throat after getting a tingling feeling in it (it was probably from not talking in what seemed like hours) and saw Dean glance up toward me and then back down to what he was doing. Hmm, I thought, guess I won't be needing that atomic bomb now.

I chuckled to myself as I looked over to see what Sam was up to. Surprise, surprise, I thought as I saw him staring intently at his computer. He had the same 'off in his own little world' expression that Dean had, but it was more strained. He looked annoyed and like he hadn't had much sleep. I saw his eyes dart around the screen, occasionally leaning in, as if he found some useful information. He sighed, looking stressed and leaned back in his seat. He closed his eyes and slouched a little, resting his elbow on the armrest, running a tired hand through his hair. Then his hand moved to the bridge of his nose and pinched it with his thumb and index fingers, rubbing the corners of his eyes in the process.

I stared back at the ceiling for a second and then looked back to the boys.

"Can't you two ever be normal?" I said after observing them.

"Excuse me?" asked Dean.

"I mean, you guys are constantly doing research," I said sitting up and gesturing to Sam, "or cleaning weapons or…other hunter stuff," I said not being able to think of anything else.

Dean raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "So?"

Then I gave a shrug of my own. "I dunno. Just seems like you wouldn't spend all your time doing stuff like this. Ya know, actually live your life a little."

"Eh, we'll get time to live later but right now, this job needs our concentration," he said moving to the next weapon.

"Job? I thought you were gonna help me find Bobby??" I said surprised and a bit annoyed.

"We will…" he said looking up, "after this is done."

"Well, how long is this gonna take?" I said not bothering to hide my worry.

"I don't know. Two, three days maybe. Depends on what exactly we have to deal with here," he said nonchalantly.

Annoyed, I stood up. "Then just point me in the right direction. If you don't want me stickin around, at least tell me where I'm going."

"What are you talking about? We said we'd help," Sam said, speaking up.

"It just seems like you don't want me around, that's all," I said sitting back down.

"Okay, we're seriously not gonna start this 'how much do you really love me' crap. We said we'd help and that's what we're gonna do…but right now, this needs us. So just freakin chill out," said Dean with a finalizing tone.

I sighed, annoyed and flopped back into my former position on the bed. "Fine," I mumbled.

About five minutes went by and I just couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm bored," I finally stated.

"Well, if you'd shut up, you wouldn't be," said Dean in a distracted tone.

My eyes narrowed in confusion as I leaned up on my elbow to look at him. "You do realize that doesn't make any sense, right?"

Dean shrugged. "It was worth a shot."

I went back to ignoring the boys, just like they were ignoring me. After a couple more minutes of that, I finally decided that I couldn't just sit there any longer. I had to do something or I was going to go insane!! I jumped up off the bed, getting a bit of a head rush in the process, and went over to gather my stuff to take a shower.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked as I reached over him to grab something of mine.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," I snapped at him. "I can't just sit around any longer…I'm gonna go insane."

"Oh…okay," Dean said going back to his gun. "Don't drown," he yelled at me as I closed the bathroom door, but not before I could very visibly give him the finger.

I threw my stuff down on the toilet, went to the sink, and turned the water on. I ran my hands under the water and then rubbed my wet hands over my face. I looked up in the mirror and was a bit surprised at what I saw. It was me staring back, of course, but there was something weird about the way I looked. It felt like I hadn't seen my reflection in weeks, but I guess that's because I hadn't really taken the time to look. I reached my finger up and touched the dark circles under my eyes. I hadn't realized how deep they looked lately. I normally would have just covered it up with make-up but I wasn't using that much lately either. I looked down at my shirt and noticed that my hair was sitting over my shoulders in front of me. At that, I looked back up at the mirror. When did my hair get so long? I thought. It was just under my shoulders the last I checked. I started messing with the ends of it absentmindedly, when I noticed something that made my eyes start to water a bit. I saw that I was looking more and more like my mom everyday and that made me miss her even more. I sighed, pushing my hair behind my shoulders and turned away from the mirror as a tear rolled down my cheek.

After finally getting out of the nice, warm shower and got dressed, I headed back out in to the room and prepared to sit through more excruciatingly painful silences, I noticed that the boys were up, moving around and packing. Packing? Why are they packing? I thought.

"Hey, what's up?" I said to Sam as he gathered his research, stuffing it into his computer bag.

"We got a call from this case we're workin on. We have to go," he said distracted.

"Yeah," Dean spoke up, "and while we're gone, don't do anything stupid and don't leave this room," he said pointing a finger in my face.

"What are you talking about? I'm going with," I said gathering things of my own.

"Oh, no you're not," Dean said with a very fatherly figure tone. "You're stayin right here."

"But! I can help!" I said sounding a bit like a begging child. "I want to help with this, please," I said grabbing Sam's arm.

"The only thing you'd be doing is getting in the way," Dean said from across the room.

Sam looked back at me while gently pulling his arm out of my grasp. "I think Dean's right on this one. You need to stay here."

I let out a disappointed sigh and sat back down on the bed.

"Well, what's the case?" I asked in calm, conversational tone.

Dean looked up with distrust all over his face. "Why do you wanna know?"

I shrugged. "I'm just curious."

"Just a standard haunting. Lady's is an old friend of our dad's, I guess and she called us up a couple days ago, askin for our help, and luckily she lives in this area," Dean explained while stuffing his duffle.

"Awesome. I've done this kind of gig before. I know what I'm doing. Let me help," I said pleading to Dean.

He looked like he was about to cave under my puppy dog eyes, but then he looked up with determination and said, "No."

I plopped down on the bed beside me and pouted. "Well…do you even know what time you'll get back?"

"Nope," Dean said, emphasizing the 'p'.

Sam sighed and looked at me. "We'll be back eventually. Anywhere from a couple hours till tomorrow morning. We don't know. Just stay here and don't leave this room, okay?" he said stepping out the door.

"Okay?" he repeated with a bit more force.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, a bit annoyed.

Before closing the door, he leaned back into the room a little, smiled and whispered, "Oh…um…by the way…happy birthday."

A smile lit my face, butterflies filled my stomach and both stayed long after the boys were gone.

Ta-da!!! Chapter seven! :D

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