Waking up to a dream I've had before.
Jun. 5th, 2010 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodcursedseerShe couldn't remember just how much she had drank, just that Dean had taken her home. Her head was pounding so she didn't realize at first that she wasn't in the hotel.
The room she was in was small, held the bed, no windows, and barely enough room to open the door. Checking her pockets she found her cell was gone. scrambling to the door and trying it she found it locked.
Of course it's locked. Damn it, that's why you didn't see the Impala, should have looked for the fucking Skylark. She kicked at the door in frustration. "Dean! Let me out of here!" Her voice had the hint of the demon blood in her system, and if she could look in a mirror her eyes would probably be black. "DEAN!" She pounded on the door trying to get it to open. Moving loose items was one thing, a locked door was beyond her ability, even hyped up on juice.
She bit her lip, without her phone her brother wouldn't be able to track her. Her car was probably hidden too. She had only slipped out of the hotel for a few hours to clear her head. The blood... Her hand went to her jacket pocket, it was still there. She threw it against the wall, not wanting it to tempt her.
Here goes getting it to that lab tech I had been flirting with the last week to find out what it was I was craving... She knew she should have told Sam where she was going at least. Sinking back to the bed she pulled her legs up to her chest. First chance she got she was going to take out Dean. If she was lucky she'd be able to get to the others before she hurt someone.
She did a small check on her gear. Dean had taken her knife and gun as well, only thing she had on her was her wallet, the necklace she wore, which was a shark's tooth, not anything dangerous, and the clothes she wore.
The room she was in was small, held the bed, no windows, and barely enough room to open the door. Checking her pockets she found her cell was gone. scrambling to the door and trying it she found it locked.
Of course it's locked. Damn it, that's why you didn't see the Impala, should have looked for the fucking Skylark. She kicked at the door in frustration. "Dean! Let me out of here!" Her voice had the hint of the demon blood in her system, and if she could look in a mirror her eyes would probably be black. "DEAN!" She pounded on the door trying to get it to open. Moving loose items was one thing, a locked door was beyond her ability, even hyped up on juice.
She bit her lip, without her phone her brother wouldn't be able to track her. Her car was probably hidden too. She had only slipped out of the hotel for a few hours to clear her head. The blood... Her hand went to her jacket pocket, it was still there. She threw it against the wall, not wanting it to tempt her.
Here goes getting it to that lab tech I had been flirting with the last week to find out what it was I was craving... She knew she should have told Sam where she was going at least. Sinking back to the bed she pulled her legs up to her chest. First chance she got she was going to take out Dean. If she was lucky she'd be able to get to the others before she hurt someone.
She did a small check on her gear. Dean had taken her knife and gun as well, only thing she had on her was her wallet, the necklace she wore, which was a shark's tooth, not anything dangerous, and the clothes she wore.
