Motel Monologue

Stars had always held a special place in your heart, from the moment you’d turned five and your older brother had taken you stargazing, to now, when after a rough hunt they were to help you calm down.

The hunt had been a small one yet far away enough from the bunker that no one wanted to face the long drive back to the bunker, so you and the two Winchesters decided to stay at a shady motel.

It was the typical deal. Small rooms. Uncomfortable beds. And suspicious stains. The only benefit being the field nearby, in which you were currently residing and laying watching the stars as they died.

At times they were as clear as day, being able to see each and everyone one of them and other times they were hidden by the clouds, still there but blurry. And something about the way they kept bright even at the

And he had no goddamned clue.

You’d have thought the guy would have realized exactly how much you cared for him after hunting with him and his brother for three years. But he hadn’t so you were stuck outside in the field behind the motel, dreaming about days that would never come around. Well that and listening to music.

“Hey”

The word made you look up and behind, while pausing your music, to see the man himself appear.

“Looking at the stars again? If you hadn’t been doing this for the past few nights I would say that you didn’t have anything on your mind.” He asked.

He gave you a smile, one that he didn’t give many people, the type that made you go breathless.

“And what if I am, Winchester? It’s not like there’s much to do in that crappy motel room, right now” you retorted.

Hands held up in surrender, he spoke.

“ Okay, okay I see your point what are you listening to anyway?”

Taking your phone from your hands and looking at the lock screen, where the song still lay paused, he answered his own question.

“Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Never heard of it