NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter twelve.

CHAPTER TWELVE:
MYSTERY SPOT.

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"RISE AND SHINE, SAMMY!"

Birdie giggled in amusement as she stole a glance over her shoulder, seeing a groggy Sam slowly blinking towards Dean as he was abruptly awoken by the clock that was placed on the bedside table in between the two beds. Heat of the Moment by Asia loudly blared from the clock and filled the entire room that morning. Dean brightly smiled as he sat on the bed opposite of Sam, tying his boots as he continued to get ready for the day ahead of them. Birdie still had to get changed out of her flimsy pajamas and try to tame her curls that were falling out of her bun more than she would've preferred. Her bag was placed on the table, some clothes spewing out from inside after she'd rummaged through it a few minutes ago to try and find an outfit; she'd stopped when she couldn't find a nice shirt and opted to brush her teeth and fix up her appearance before changing her clothes. Her eyes briefly fell on her boots that were kicked off near the bathroom door, brows furrowing together; they'd been bought with some of the money she'd stolen from Bela. At the mere thought, Birdie huffed, brows angrily knitting together as she scrubbed at her teeth.

Almost two weeks had passed since Bela managed to steal the Colt from Sam and Dean, and they were nowhere near close to finding the woman. Anytime they thought they had something even remotely close to involving Bela's whereabouts, it turned out to be a dead-end that made them have to start all over again. It was growing more and more tiresome, the lack of progress starting to show in Dean as he was becoming increasingly aggravated that they hadn't found anything useful yet. Birdie had contacted a few hunters she'd met through her parents and asked for them to contact her or one of the boys if they had seen or heard from Bela; she knew it was a long shot as Bela was more than capable of paying off other hunters to remain silent about being in contact her with her or giving a fake name, but it was still worth a shot. And, with not having anything to really off the Winchesters to help their search aside from snarky comments and knife throwing contests, she herself was starting to grow more frustrated by both the situation and herself.

Part of her wondered if some of it was coming from the things her mother had said to her in her nightmares, but she'd barely acknowledged what she'd gone through, putting all of her focus on trying to locate Bela.

She could tell that Sam was still concerned after what he'd seen inside her head for what felt like weeks, but Birdie assured him that she'd open up once she was ready. He was expecting her to have done it already, but he didn't want to push her; which Birdie was thankful for since she didn't exactly want to think about her mother——not yet, anyway.

As soon as Bela's smug smile popped into her mind, Birdie deeply frowned, spitting out the toothpaste——specifically hers as the boys' pack of toothpaste looked absolutely disgusting and she refused to let them use hers——into the sink. Then she reached off to the side, grabbing her travel-size bottle of mouthwash as she placed her toothbrush beside her small bag of toothpaste, dental floss, breath mints, and q-tips.