"Everything's fine Spencer." I assured him, pressing the phone closer to my ear in an attempt to hear him over everyone else in this place. I had called him after the plane landed, just like he asked, and he decided to question me like he would a suspect. He asked me everything from wanting to know if I had a headache to whether or not my feet hurt. It wasn't enough that our OB/GYN cleared me for flying-he still watched for everything that the doctors had already cleared.
"What about-?" I shook my head and cut him off with a tired laugh.
"I'm okay, I'm a little tired but I just spent hours on a metal tin can." I heard him take a breath to reply but someone called his name from the background. "Go catch the bad guys." I told him, pulling my luggage towards the exist.
"Call me before you go to bed."
"I'll do that, I love you." He repeated the words back to me and I hung up the phone. Now what the hell am I supposed to do? I had planned the entire trip up till this point, so I just bought a plane ticket. After a couple minutes of deciding what to do, I went with getting a room at a cheap motel. I've spent enough money on the plane and I'm gonna have to buy food while I'm up here so paying a ton of money for a room sounded like a stupid idea. I found a taxi and told him what I wanted.
The man looked to be older, at least 60, and he wore a ball cap that looked to be almost as old as himself. I told him where I needed him to take me and he started the meter thing.
"Where ya coming from?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in my direction but not taking his eyes off the road. I put my hand on top of my only suitcase to keep it from moving.
"Virginia." I didn't really like the fact the Sam was all the way across the country but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Spencer had worked to hard for this job for me to ask him to move back out this way and there's no way in hell I'm going anywhere without him. I'm getting ahead of myself. There's a good chance this meeting isn't going to go well, which is why I only brought a carry on bag. My plane leaves one week from today and if I really need to stay longer then that I can cross that bridge when I get to it.
Turns out that the driver, who's name happens to be Ron, was from Virginia. I couldn't really hold the conversation though, considering I've been there less then six months. But I managed to hold it until we made it to the motel.
"Here we are." He said, putting the car in park. I got out the money and handed it to him. He offered to get my bag but I declined and got out of the car. "I hope you have a safe trip." He nodded his head and drove away. The motel had a real cookie cutter feel to it as I made my way towards the office. I feel that I've stayed in enough motels to be able to add weight to that feeling. The suitcase rolled behind me with ease, Spencer had had an issue with me carrying around a regular over the shoulder bag and I didn't want to pay the luggage fee when we didn't have to. So we compromised. He went out one day and came home with a bag that made us both happy. It was small enough to be considered carry on and had wheels and a handle so I didn't have to carry it straight out.
The motel only had one more room available and it was a double, but I took it anyway. The man behind the counter seemed to be in his early twenties, like myself. He smiled at me as he handed me the room key. His face held something that made me want to get as far away from him as possible, but I resisted and took the key, doing my best not to touch him in the process. His smile faltered but he still looked creepy as hell.
"Thanks." I quickly found the room and dropped my crap on the bed. Part of me wanted to lay down and go to sleep but the other part didn't want to touch the bed spread. You never know what's clean in places like this.
It was only ten in the afternoon. I left for Virginia at nine but California is four hours behind so I couldn't even claim that it was too late in the afternoon to go and find him. But he more then likely has classes so it might be pointless. Then again, what the hell am I going to do between now and then? At least if I head over to his room and he's not there I can at least say I tried. But what if he is there? Then what do I do? What do I say? "Hey, sorry for running away and making you think I died, but I'm here now!" That didn't sound right. Do I mention the baby? It's not like I could really hide it unless I put on a looser shirt, I don't think he would miss it. I ended up changing from the sweat pants I wore for the plane ride and traded them in for jeans. I left on the black razor back and just pulled a thin white jacket over it. The tank-top left my tattoo visible. I've found that people tend to leave me alone when they can see it and considering I don't have weapons with me and that's a good thing. I pulled on a pair of regular black flats and left the motel room after calling another cab. I took about ten minutes and that gave me almost enough time to talk myself out of this whole thing.
If they had pulled up a minute later, I would have gone back inside, shut and locked the door. But I didn't because I'm a Winchester god dammit! Backing out is not how this family works. Though one could argue that me running away could be considered backing out, but if that were the case then Sam did the same thing. He just did it in a better way, when I just left he stood up for his decision and won.
The cab driver was a woman this time and she didn't seem to want to talk like the one before her. I told her where I needed to go and she went. I couldn't stop my hands from fidgeting in my lap and I looked out the window even though I couldn't find it in myself to enjoy the scenery. She pulled up to the curb at the edge of the campus and I gave her her money.
Students were sitting and walking around the green campus even though the leaves were starting to become darker. When I was still with Dad and them, I liked watching the leaves at all the places we went to change. I might not have had the best childhood, but I did get to see some beautiful places. Most of the students were my age so I didn't really stick out. I brushed my hair back behind my ear as I walked along the side walk towards one of the larger buildings. It reached to about the middle of my back Dad had told me what his dorm number was so as long as I could find the actual building I wouldn't have any problems.
"Can I help you with something?" I warm voice asked from behind me. I turned around quickly. Okay, I have to say that I haven't always been this paranoid, but the thing with Rodney really screwed me up a little more then I thought it had.
"Um, just point my in the direction for the Boy's dorms." I crossed my arms over my chest. The kid couldn't have been any older then 18. He was on the short side with dark brown hair and an innocent smile. But I had seen smiles like that and they weren't innocent in nature. He looked me up and down and that's when I realized that the baby bump wasn't as obvious as I thought it was.
"You're in luck, I'm on my way there now." He gave me a crooked smile that I'm sure some women thought was cute or attractive. I much preferred Spencer's clueless puppy look. I didn't want this guy to think i was flirting or wanted anything else but a guide. I've never been good at flirting despite Dean's natural talent for the act. I tended to think that people were doing it when they weren't or being clueless when they were. The only time I ever pick up on it is when Women did it to Spencer. though he could never tell either so he just talked like he would to any other person. Not that that was a lot. Both of us preferred each others company to the company of others.
"Better yet, you wouldn't happen to know a guy named Samuel Winchester? He goes by Sam." Or at least he used to, I added in my head. I crossed my arms and shifted on to my left foot. His smile wavered around the edges but it still shined.
"Nope, I haven't heard the name."
"I know his dorm number but I'm not sure where the blinding is, or if he's in class."
"Does he know you're here?"
"No...um it's a surprise visit." I glanced around the courtyard and it was suddenly a lot fuller then it had been before. A class must have let out or something.
"The dorm is over there," he pointed towards a building across from the courtyard, the taxi driver literally dropped me off right in front of it.
"Well damn, I walked all the way over here for nothing." My voice held a little bite. "Thanks though." I told him. I really wanted to call him a kid but we're kind of the same age so I don't think that would blow over very well so I just kept my mouth shut. I didn't wait for him to say anything. I just started moving toward the building. It wasn't until he fell into step beside me that I remembered that he was going there as well.
"So this Sam guy, he your boyfriend?" He asked casually.
"Nope, he's my younger brother." His smile grew wider. This really needs to start contorting his face, he's like an open book.
"So you're single?" He asked hopefully.
"Nope." I repeated, doing my best not to make my voice harsh. He frowned but didn't say anything which was nice. Once we made it into the building he pointed me in the direction of his room number and went on his way and I found myself standing in the hall a few doors down form the one I needed to be by.
I wet my lips and my arms tighten around my chest even harder then they were before. I took a deep breath and tried to give myself a pep talk but when I tried to think of one nothing came to mind other then a black hole. That might have been a little dramatic but its the only way I could think of describing it.
I shook my head free of any feelings that made me want to turn around. Why do I feel so bad? Who the hell knows? Probably Spencer. I took another deep breath and forced myself to walk down the hallway leading to the door. I raised my hand and knocked on the door before taking a deep breath.
"Come on." I mumbled to myself. Half of me wanted him to answer the door but the other half wanted to run back to my crappy motel room and lock the door. The shifted between foot to foot and looked around the hall even though I knew I was alone.
"Yeah." There was no way the guy that answered the door was him. The guy standing in front of me was my height, so small for a guy but tall for a woman. He looked to a cross between Mexican and German. An odd mixture yes but this guy seemed to pull it off. With the dark complexion but with blond hair and electric blue eyes.
"Is Sam here?" I didn't bother using the last name, if they shared a room this guy should know who he is.
"No, but he should be back any minuet. His class just let out." He leaned against the door frame and had a board look on his face.
"Oh." I ran out of things to say.
"If you want you can come in and wait for him." He offered. I shook my head.
"Its okay, I'll come back later." I that weird half wave thing and began backing away from the guy. I didn't want to wait, I didn't know what to say or how to handle this situation. Oprah doesn't cover this kind of thing.
"He'll literately be here in a few minuets." He called after me but I ignored him and I heard the door shut before I made it around the corner.
000
Sam stuck his thumbs between himself and his backpack as he made his way to his dorm. He kept thinking about how much easier this life was. He never thought that he would adjust as quick as he did but he did and he wasn't complaining. He's slept better in the last month then he has in his entire life. He hadn't heard from his father or brother. He knew that they were both still pissed at him but he knew they would get over it. He couldn't live that life and even dream of being happy. He wanted normal, he wanted safe. When he walked into his room who he shared with a Zack Rodriguez. He was surprised to see him even awake.
"Dude, there was a chick here looking for you. She was literally here less then a minute ago." He was playing his x-box. He didn't even bother looking away from the screen while he said it.
"You get her name?"
"No, she was real frigidity. When I told her you weren't here she said she would come back later." He shrugged. "She had long blond hair, nice chest, um….she had a big ass tattoo on her chest." Sam gave him an odd look but laughed after a second.
"What was the tattoo?"
"Um a pentagram with flames or some shit like that." He shrugged again. Sam froze.
"What did she want." He asked carefully.
"You." Zack didn't seem to notice the change in his tone.
"Which way did she go?"
"Towards the bathrooms." Sam tossed his bag on the bed and started moving. He jogged down the hall towards the bathrooms and around the corner.
000
"You're being a fucking wimp." I scolded myself and turned around. "Time to take it like a man." I huffed and walked back into the building only to run into a freaking mountain.