I woke up to Sam sinking back down on the bed to tie his shoe. I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. That caught Sam's attention and he looked at me. His eyes widened and glanced down to the floor. What was wrong with him?

I looked over to the other bed to find Dean still asleep.

"Sam, what are you doing?" I questioned.

"Getting some breakfast for us." he said curtly.

I sighed and slowly got up. I walked over to the bag that Dean said was mine. I opened it and found a change of clothes, similar to the ones I was already wearing. I pulled them out and shuffled to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door behind me, just in case Dean thought that it was Sam in the shower instead of me. I turned the water on and let it warm up.

I looked at myself in the mirror. This was the first time I was seeing myself since my memories were wiped. I had green-brown eyes and hair that was a combination of blondes and browns and reds. My eyelashes were brown and short, my eyebrows were misshapen, my nose was small and slightly pointed up, my lips were plump and a nice size, and freckles showed on my nose and upper cheeks.

I began to brush my hair. My bangs were constantly falling in my face as I yanked on my hair, attempting to tame it. By the time I was done, the mirror had fogged up, which told me that the water had finally become warm.

I peeled my filthy clothes off and got into the shower. I sighed as the warm water hit my skin and soothed my still-sore muscles. I used most of the shampoo bottle for my hair, which was probably unnecessary as my hair was only a few inches past shoulder level. It felt good to be clean.

As I was putting my clean clothes on, I came to the realization that I didn't know my name. I would ask Dean what it was when I was done.

I wrapped my hair in a towel and came out of the bathroom. Sam had already come back with breakfast. He handed me a bacon, egg, and tomato sandwich on a bagel.

"I knew you loved these so I got you one." Sam commented with sadness drowning his voice.

I felt a pang of dejection and took the sandwich. I bit into it and was overwhelmed with the amazing flavor. I quickly wolfed it down. I thanked Sam, and he smiled a little.

I turned to dean, who was eating a burger. "Dean, what's my name?"

He looked up from his meal and swallowed. "Your name's Amber."

"Thanks." I thought that was a nice name. It was probably too exotic for someone who looked so plain, such as me.

"Hey, Amber, do you want to go for a walk or something later today? We're not working a case and I thought that maybe I could catch you up more and give you more information about yourself." Sam looked at me with pleading eyes and my heart nearly melted.

"Uh, yeah, sure, that sounds nice." I gave him a weak smile.

Dean shot Sam a sympathetic look, which worried me. My mind began to race with crazy ideas of what Sam wanted to tell me. Maybe he was going to tell me that I had some strange medical problem. Or maybe he would tell me that I murdered my whole family. Or that I was a werewolf or a vampire or something.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and threw out the wrapper from my sandwich.