Hello! I am back for another chapter! YAY! Just wanted to say thankyou to tigereyekum for the review :) and keep on reviewing people, it really encourages me to write more. I know the document style changes mostly every chapter but im still trying to figure out the line spacing which gives the best viewing experience so please bear with me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. I do own my own characters and plot line for those characters.
Luna woke up much more refreshed than the last time and to the pleasing sight of Sam Winchester who was sat at the end of the couch reading a large leather bound book. He looked over as she yawned, Luna quickly covering her mouth so as to look less idiotic. For the first time since she had awoke Luna felt the grime that coated her. She pulled off the brown cotton blanket and groaned, her best dress was dotted with dry blood and mud, with a gaping hole on her stomach where the dagger had entered. She was starting to smell really weird, a mixture of BO, smelly mud and iron which made her shudder.
"Uh Sammy could I go take a shower? I mean you've probably noticed I smell and look like a disaster." Sam chuckled and helped her stand, Luna being slightly wobbly on her legs having not used them for two days.
"Of course, follow me." Luna followed Sam up the stairs, finding it harder to climb stairs than usual, and into a small but cosy room which had a window overlooking a large lot filled with used cars. "Here are some clothes, sorry they won't fit too well but I don't stock womens clothes often" he smiled throwing a large red and blue plaid t-shirt at her and denim shorts.
"These shorts are womens though…hiding a secret hobby Sam?" she teased. Sam looked at her with a sad smile.
"No those were my old girlfriends…she died some time back." Luna squeezed his shoulder in a silent apology and followed him into a bathroom.
"You can use the towel on the heater. The water gets really cold then warmer so be warned" he said shutting the door and leaving her alone to her thoughts. Luna carefully stripped down, placing her underwear with her new clothes because the Winchesters didn't have spare womens underwear lying around…well maybe Dean but with Dean It's hard to know. She turned on the shower and let it warm up before stepping in to the stream. Warmth flooded through her body and she sighed in contempt, wiping away all the blood and grime with a scrubber then washing her hair about five times to make sure it was squeaky clean. She turned off the water and stepped out, immediately missing the heat, and got dressed, towel drying her hair thoroughly. She grudgingly looked in the mirror, feeling a bit better about her appearance but still resigned to the fact she looked like crap. Now is really the time when I need my makeup bag. She made her way downstairs after folding the towel neatly and rearranging Sams shirt, it was so large that it reached her thighs and the sleeves she had to roll up or they were really impractical.
"Nice to see you're up and running" Dean smiled from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I feel a lot better than before." Dean nodded and lead her to the table where Bobby and Sam sat eating Chinese takeaway. She sat down smiling at them hoping they would see her as less of a liability.
"There is sweet and sour chicken, Singapore noodles, dumplings or some tomato soup from lunch that you can have" Sam gestured to each box as he spoke.
"Uhh I'll have the soup if it is fine with you."
"Yeah go ahead" Dean said pushing the bowl and a spoon towards her. Luna eagerly dived into it, her need for food overtaking her sense of manners. She wiped away some soup that had dribbled down her chin with the back of her hand.
"This is really good, thanks Bobby" she said taking a breather.
"No problem kid" he chuckled, "It's only from a tin."
"Well it tastes like what my mum used to make" she said quietly.
"You want to call her?" Dean asked holding out his mobile. Luna pushed his hand away gently and ate some more soup.
"I can't."
"The phone is a burner, it can't be traced."
"No I-I mean I can't no matter what phone I use. She died when I turned 19 three years ago."
"Oh…I'm sorry Luna. If you want to talk about it…"
"No thanks Sammy, I'm good at not talking."
"Your dad then?" Bobby asked.
Luna chuckled wryly "He left us a long time ago, I haven't seen him in 17 years."
They were silent as they ate, unsure how to proceed, Sam didn't want to get her more upset and Dean was itching for answers.
"Look I got over it a while ago, you don't have to treat me like some fragile china teacup."
"Okay well is there anyone else you can call?"
"I don't know…maybe my brother could pick me up? But I haven't spoken to him since mum died."
"Worth a try though" Dean said tentatively, pushing the phone towards her left hand.
"I don't know his number, only where he lives. Luckily it's in America, he lives with his wife and daughter Elliee in California. Not sure why though, it's a disaster hotspot if there ever was one."
"Well looks like we have ourselves a road trip."