Ivory eyes and ebony hair, her skin a soft beige even in the dim streetlight glow. Her lips were plump and her nose small, but not so small that it detracted from her beauty. The woman's clothes were a straight black t-shirt and a pair of pants with chains dangling to the street with a pair of black DC skater shoes. On the inside of her left wrist was a small hellish looking butterfly with a tribal cross in the back round. It looked familiar to me but I couldn't understand why. She made a sort of 'humph.' noise before turning away from me. I turned my head to see my older brother, Dean Winchester, lying motionless in a pool of blood not even three feet from me. His normally spiky hair was held down to his forehead with red and bruises started to form on his neck and hands. From where I was laying, I couldn't see what other wounds the elder had, but I knew they had to be bad.
"Damn what fucked you guys up?" She asked absentmindedly. She turned Dean over onto his stomach and pulled out his money clip, which had Dean W. engraved into it. "Well I'll be Goddamned." She laughed as I tried to get up. "Sammy, don't get up." She said looking around. "Where's the Impala?" She asked me.
"O-over there." I groaned. She picked Dean up with ease and brought him over to the partially hidden vehicle and after briefly searching his pockets, opened the back doors and laid him down. I just watched her, every movement too painful to even contemplate.
"Is there a job in town?" She asked, suddenly in front of me. I could only nod. "Where are you staying?" She asked.
"B-blue Fi-fire." I groaned again as she picked me up. She quickly walked me over to the Impala and set me gently in the front seat. "Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm surprised, Sammy" She laughed, a rich tenor that was made for music. The car roared to life and she sped away to the Blue Fire Motel. She carried Dean in first, his unconscious body not even moving as she hit his head against the door frame. She whispered under her breath and disappeared out of sight. She reappeared after a minute or two and opened my doors. "Alright you're gonna have to help me." She said throwing my arm over her shoulders. I slowly got out of the car, my body protesting the entire way. "What were you guys hunting anyway?" She asked me and I couldn't answer. Not because I didn't want to talk to her, but because every time I breathed, my chest felt like it was about to implode. She squeezed her body in the door frame with me and maneuvered me around the table and to the bed. She laid me down and gracefully walked back to the Impala where she grabbed a first aid kit from the trunk. She walked back in and tended to Dean's wounds first, which were a lot worse than mine. He had gashes all over his torso and arms, which accounted for his unconsciousness. "Sam, what in God's name were you hunting?" She asked walking over to me with gauze in her hands. She cut my virtually destroyed black crew neck down the middle and slowly took it off of me. She sharply inhaled as she examined my wounds. Small bits of silver stood out against my bloody torso. Taking a tweezers she took her time getting each bit out. "So what's the job?" I watched her hands stitch me back up. Her right hand had two rings on it, one on her index finger that was in the shape of the Hollywood version of Vampire fangs and the other was on her ring finger that was just a straight stainless steel ring with a bunch of scratches on it. I shook it hesitantly. Her other hand had four rings. One on her thumb that was a gold band with a large ruby with an engraved butterfly on it, the next was a silver band with a hole in the shape of a heart. Then she had two rings on her ring finger, both carrying crosses except they fit perfectly together, as if they were designed to be separated then put back together again
"A demon and a couple of hellhounds." I strained. "Who are you?" I asked as she stitched my bicep together.
"My name is Aiko Lyte." I said finishing the stitches on the younger man's arms. "I'm an old friend of Bobby Singer's and I was told to keep an eye on you if you came into town." I stood up and went over to Dean, checking over the quickly stitched wounds.
"And you expect me to trust you?" He asked me in a slightly irritated voice.
"No, but I do expect thanks for saving your life." I growled. Turning back to Sam I watched him watch me. "Besides, I'm probably gonna leave before Dean wakes up." Sam looked at me odd.
"How do you know who I am?" Dean said sleepily.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." I warned and he sat up. His white gauze turned red and I ran my hands through my hair. "I warned you." I went over to him and he flinched as I reached out to touch him. "Dean, I'm not going to hurt you." I put as much conviction in my voice as I could, hoping to Eve that he believed me.
Dean laid back down and I took off the gauze on his chest. His wounds gushed blood out to the point that if he didn't go to a hospital and get a transfusion, he would die.
"Fuck…" I whispered under my breath and went to get my backpack out of the Impala. In it, I took out a small pouch filled with grey powder. I brought it back in and spread it over my hands.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, almost scared.
"Vampire Dust." I explained. "The Vampire has healing agents in it's skin so it heals most injuries. While it's mostly harmless, too much of the dust can turn a human." I said gently rubbing the dust on his wounds. Dean sucked in his breath in pain as smoke rose from his wounds. But after about thirty seconds, the wounds were mostly healed. Sam watched me closely as I healed his brother.
"How did you know about Vampire Dust?" Sam asked, obviously surprised.
"Family trade." Was all I said. I walked to the bathroom and washed my bloody hands, a sight that I've seen many times before.
"So who are you?" Sam asked again. I sighed and dried off my hands. I considered telling him. Who I was. A freak of nature. A friend. A sister. Death's daughter. All possibilities that I pondered. But instead, I tossed them all aside.
"A Hunter." I stated. "I used to work with Bobby, teaching him what I knew." A sympathetic stare was surpassed by a look of confusion.
"You're what, 16? 17?" Sam asked. "How do you know more than Bobby?" Fuck. I forgot about that…
"I was born into it." I half lied. "A long time ago, my great grandparents worked for Samuel Colt and they learned what he did and passed it down." I shrugged and walked back out into the main room. "I gotta get going though. Places to go, people to see, things to do." I laughed but Sam and Dean stayed silent. I walked out of the room, grabbing my Vampire Dust pouch and backpack on the way.