Something about the dingy room seemed familiar (Which is weird because I can't remember anything). I stood at the doorway scanning the room slowly, hoping to trigger something. When nothing came I sighed I continued into the room passing Sam and Dean , who had settled into the room as though it was home. Sam sat on the bed, back rested against the headboard as he contently typed on his laptop. Dean lay at his feet adjusting the sight on his pistol.
"I'm going to hop in the shower. Ok?" I said pointing to the small bathroom as if they didn't know where it was. Sam nodded not looking up from his computer screen. I stand there for a few seconds longer staring content at the Winchesters. When Sam looks up at me still standing and staring at him, I awkwardly turn and walk into the bathroom. Shutting the door slowly I turn and flip on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up. I lean against the door staring at the stranger who faced me in the mirror. My brown hair looked as though it had never been brush , my face covered in dirt made me look as though I was three shades tanner. My blue eyes stared back at me sadly reflecting the fear that I tried so hard to hide. I closed my eyes listening to the steady patter of the water. The rhythm is broken when I hear Sam's voice in the other room, I put my ear against the door trying to make out the words he is saying.
"Dean, come look at this" Sam says followed by the shuffling of Dean moving to look at what I suspected was the computer.
"What is this?"
"It's a Washington Newspaper from a few months ago. It…" Sams voice lowers to a whisper making it impossible to understand him. Whatever it is they clearly want to keep it a secret. I stand up giving up on trying to find out what they are saying. I throw off my tattered clothes and jump into the shower letting it wash away any worry I have at the moment.
*I decided to pick this story up again. Sorry It is so short of a chapter. Please share your opinions(good or bad).