𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The sound of an alarm filled the four walls of the motel room. You groaned and moved your arm to try and turn off the alarm. Not being able to find it, you lazily moved your arm on the side table until the cheap plastic made contact with your hand and it stopped.

You didnt want to get up. Not yet. Too early, too bright, too hungover. You nuzzled back into the cheap sheets that made your skin itch and pulled the thin comforter to your naked chest. The cardboard like pillow your head laid on made it almost impossible to be comfortable but the alcohol still in your system made it easier.

The bright sun seeped through the curtains and burned through your eyelids. To save your eye sight and help the pounding headache you had, you rolled over, trying to get comfortable on your left side.

You sighed as your body relaxed into the lumpy mattress and right as you were about to slip into peaceful sleep, an agonizing voice stopped you.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

No… No, no, no, no! This cant be real. The moment i wake up next to Dean Winchester means i have hit rock bottom. Maybe if i keep my eyes closed, it will all go away.

“I know you’re awake.”