"I am sorry how can someone just take my memories and if you know so much about me what happened the last six months" I ask angrily.
"You died" Castiel replies simply. At first stunned by the answer I sit gawking at the solemn angel. Trying to grasp the fact that I had actually died, I mean I figured I had been stabbed but I didn't want to think I died. I want to block out the answer to turn and run from facing reality. Fact is I was scared, but I wasn't going to show it.
"So great and mighty Cas, knower of all. Why am I still here if I died?" I remark sarcastically hiding the hesitation to find out answers.
"I don't know" He says reaching his two fingers towards my head once again.
"Just cause your an angel, doesn't mean I'm gonna let you fuck with my head" I snap slapping his arm away. His face seems hurt and I want to take back what I said, but I block that thought out reminding myself to not be attached. I sigh.
"Listen I think my memory will come back by itself", I look at his blue eyes apologetically. The angel stares at me with curious eyes as if testing everything I do. The silence scares me making me shift uncomfortably back and forth.
"Well I am exhausted" Dean says faking a yawn. Thankful for the silence being broken I stare at Dean silently saying thank you to him.
"I'll go check in, Claire will you help me" Sam adds as he turns to walk over to the office. I nod and walk past Castiel. I can still fill the cold stare of the angel as I walk briskly walk past him to Sam. Leaving Dean and Cas alone in the cold.
"Thank you" I whisper under my breath as I walk with Sam up to the door. He smiles opening the door to the building. Entering the room I am overwhelmed by the pungent smell of alcohol and sweat. Sams face reveals that he is thinking the same thing as I am as he walks to the wooden desk of the motel and rings the silver bell. The sharp echo of the bell penetrates the silence startling me. I look around the room surveying my surroundings. The emptiness of the room startles me making my skin crawl. I try to reason with myself that it's just late, that I'm tired, but I can't shake the feeling of utter aloneness.
"You always have me" the ice cold voice says as a hand touches my shoulder sending shivers down my spine. I turn quickly to see nothing. I take a deep breath trying to think of a good explanation other than being insane,but nothing comes.
Great, I'm Insane
"Are you coming?" Sams voice brings me back to reality. Looking up I notice an old lady at the front desk and Sam at the door. I shake my head trying to shake the memory,but it is seared into my memory like a deep scar.
"Yah…" I try to keep my voice sounding steady. I follow the hunter out the door looking back at the room one last time seeking for any sort of sign I'm not insane. Nothing. I sigh giving up on reasoning with my delusion.
"Where's Cas?" Sam asks Dean as he walks over to the impala.
"Who knows? He just zapped out as soon as you guys left" Dean replies a hint of irritation in his voice. Sam nods as if quick visits from an angel are an everyday affair. Grabbing bags from the trunk of the impala Dean follows Sam to the motel room as I tag along behind looking around for any signs of life.
"Has anyone else noticed this place is deserted?" I point out finally as Sam fidgets with the key. Trying to open the green door with black painted numbers that read 13. I smile it seems fitting that of all the empty rooms she puts us in 13.
Dean looks around the desolate town as if just now realizing how alone we are as Sam opens the door. The hunter looks at me and shrugs off the thought.
"It's just late" Dean reassures and follows his brother into the motel room leaving me even more alone then I already was. I pause hesitant to follow thousands of thoughts buzz through my head making me doubt everything. Why had I trusted them this far? They were strangers with an angel who said I was evil.
"Claire?" Sam looks at me through the open door quizzically "What are you waiting for?". I look at his smiling face and all the doubt rushes away. These hunters trusted me and for all I knew (which is not a lot) I trusted them. I smile and walk into the motel room shutting the heavy door to room 13 behind me.