This is only Chapter one. I will post more when I have time. Hope you enjoy :)
She leaned around the corner of the dark alleyway watching the mysterious Dean Winchester.
"What are you up to?" She asked aloud.
"I'm wondering the same thing!" She was suddenly pushed against the wall with an arm at the base of her neck. She felt the cold tip of a knife under her chin and knew she was in trouble. She had not expected Sam Winchester to sneak up behind her and pin her against a brick wall. Around the corner comes Dean. "Kinky little guy ain't ya?" She teased Sam. Dean's lip twitched a bit at trying not to smile at her comment.
"Who are you?" He asked in his gruff voice. The girl moved slightly under Sam's hold, making the knife break the skin. Blood slowly welled up and trickled down her throat. She let out a giggle which made Sam push her harder against the wall.
"What's so funny?" He asked her. She let out a silent thanks that the moon was shining on the brothers' face, but hers was still hidden in the dark shadows.
"Well if you must know, the blood running down my throat tickled me, therefore I laughed. Wow, you sure are a grumpy umpkin. What is your problem?"
"My problem is that some girl is stalking my brother and I. I am trying to figure out why. I do not care how it happens, but I will find out why you are stalking us." Sam's face was unreadable, as it usually was when he was hunting.
"What do you want?" Dean asked the mysterious girl. A slow smile showed that she was not going to talk so easily.
"If you want to know, you're going to have to let me go. This is kind of" She coughed before she continued. "Kind of uncomfortable. And difficult to breathe." Sam and Dean shared a look and Dean gave a slight shake of his head. Sam pressed his arm harder against the girl, making her actually struggle for breath. He held the knife on her neck, no emotion showing in his eyes.
"Well, it was worth a shot." The girl then kneed Sam in the crotch area, making him release her to caress his now aching jewels. The girl scurried deeper into the shadows. The older Winchester brother followed her every move, so as to not let her go.
Dean quickly got the girl in a neck hold that would be impossible to break. Sam had recovered from his slight injury and was again on his feet. He still had the knife in his hand and brought it closer to the girl's face. He held the sharp object close to the girl's right eye.
"Tell us who you are and what you want." Sam demanded.
"Alright. Jeez, I thought Dean was the bossy one." Dean gave a smug grin towards Sam making him give a bitch face in return.
"I have been tailing you guys all day to see what you guys have been up to." Dean slightly smacked Sam on the shoulder with the back of his hand and exclaimed,
"I told you I thought someone was following us! But you never listen." Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother. The girl continued.
"Well, I overheard Dean on the phone with Garth talking about finding a Hunter by the name of LJ." Sam and Dean shared another look with one another. The girl had stopped talking, finding amusement from the brothers' reaction.
"Anytime now, sweetheart." Dean tightened his grip on the girl becoming impatient with her. Again she smiled with amusement in seeing the elder Winchester grow impatient. She struggled slightly, a movement that insisted that Dean let her go. Surprisingly, he let her out of the hold, making her fall on her ass. With an annoyed sigh, the mysterious girl continued to talk.
"Well, LJ is a hard Hunter to come by as I suspect you boys have figured out?" She poised it as a question, but knew the answer. Nobody could find LJ if the Hunter did not want to be found.
"Well?" Sam who was usually patient switched his weight from one foot to the other.
"Well, I know where you can find her." Dean wasted no time in moving closer to the girl, yanking her to her feet by grabbing her shirt.
"I am growing impatient with you. You better spit out the information you have now, or I'll make you spit out your teeth." The girl found this amusing as she laughed at him and grabbed his hands.
"Paws off the merchandise, buddy." And peeled his hands from her shit. She took her time in straightening out her shirt before she continued.
"Well, anyway. LJ can be found on Wednesday nights in the shop down the street were they have the End of The World discussion groups. It is quite interesting actually. But heed this warning, the girl with the yellow eyes..." She took a breath. "Well, just do not tell her who you guys are. When she finds out you are the Winchesters, you will never meet LJ, she will make sure of that!" Sam took a step closer to the girl who paid him no mind.
"Why are you helping us?" He asked her.
"Well, I am just a nice person." She said shrugging her shoulders. This comment received a scoff from Dean. She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Honestly, I think it will be interesting to see the showdown between the famous Winchester brothers and LJ." She started backing up, running escape plans through her head. When the brothers shared another look, she made her escape. Sticking close to the wall and staying in the shadows, she ran quietly and easily through the dark, uncrowded streets.
"Anything else we should know?" Dean asked, looking to where the girl just was. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled. "She got away!" He hit the closet thing, holding back the cry of pain when his knuckles connected with the brick wall.
"Let's go back to the motel. After a night's sleep, we can see if she was telling the truth or not." Sam said, heading back to the 1967 Impala that his brother loved so much. Dean grumbled as he made his way the his Baby. They got to the motel and Dean laid on his bed. He stretched his arms above his head making a groan of pleasure.
"Well Sammy, did today turn out how you wanted it to?" He asked his brother using the nickname that only he can. Sam was sitting on his bed on his laptop. He made a noise that usually meant no. Dean raised his eyebrows and turned over. He had not realized how tired he was until his eyelids started to droop. Sam looked over at his brother who had passed out the minute his head hit the pillow. Sam put his laptop aside and got up to grab a beer. He ran his hand through his long hair and sighed deciding it was time he went to bed too. He quickly downed the beer he had just picked up and turned off his computer. As he lay on his back, he looked over at his brother.
"Night Dean." Sam whispered, happily welcoming the darkness.
Dean woke up, slightly squinting as the sun filtered in the room. The bed next to him had been slept in, but all that was there now were empty beer bottles that had not been there before he passed out. He grunted and stretched his arms while he sat up. How long had he been sleeping? He stared out the window waiting for his eyes to adjust to being awake. Dean trudged over to the bathroom wiping a thin sheen of sweat from his face. He decided that a shower would feel good and reached behind his back to pull his shirt over his head. He let his jeans fall to his feet and stepped out of them. He turned on the shower before he stepped in and tested it before stepping out of his boxers. The slightly painful spray of water reddened his skin, but he welcomed it gladly. Dean got lost in the bliss of the shower and did not heard Sam come through the door. He jumped when Sam knocked on the bathroom door, nearly hitting his head on the wall of the shower. After letting loose a stream of profanities, he turned off the water and clambered out of the shower. He yanked the towel from the wall and wrapped it around his waist. He nearly yanked the door off the wall as he pulled it open. Sam was standing there with a smile on his face.
"You actually woke up!" Sam exclaimed, towering over his older brother. Dean placed his hand on his younger brother's chest and pushed him out of his way. Dean walked over to the bed and pulled out the duffel-bag that was under the bed. He pulled clean clothes from the bag and quickly got dressed while Sam was in the bathroom.
Sam walked into the steamy bathroom and almost crack his head open when he tripped over Dean's jeans that he left on the floor.
"Dammit Dean!" Sam swore and kicked the jeans away. He unzipped his jeans and released the build up he has been holding it since he woke up. He quickly washed his hands and was startled to see an image in the mirror behind him. He quickly turned to see that nobody was there. Sam splashed water on his face then picked up Dean's clothes.
"How many times do I have to tell you to pick up your clothes!?" Sam exclaimed as he threw his brother's clothes at him. They hit Dean in the face and he grabbed them and stuffing the clothes in a bag.
"Lighten up Sammy! Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?" Dean asked his cranky younger brother. There was something bothering him.
"Shut up and pack the car." Sam snapped and grabbed his bag. He rushed out the door leaving his brother standing there, dumbfounded. Dean shrugged his shoulders and finished pulling his shirt over his head. He grabbed his bag and walked outside after Sam. Sam threw his bag in the backseat and jumped into the car. He had his head in his hands and was breathing heavily when Dean walked up. He hit the roof twice making Sam jump.
"What's going on with you Sammy? You alright?" Dean asked his brother while climbing into the car. He looked at his brother through worrisome eyes. Sam ran both hands through his thick, long, dark brown hair and glanced at his brother. With a deep sigh he gave his brother a smile.
"Nothing, just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Don't lie to me Sam. I can tell something is eating away at you. There is nothing I do not know about you. I've been by your side since you were born." Sam stared at the road thinking about what to tell his brother. He knew he couldn't hide it forever. With one last deep sigh Sam looked at his brother deciding to just tell him.
"Dean, I got a call this morning from Garth." Dean glanced at his brother with a questioningly look.
"Well, what did he say?" Sam shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Well, he said LJ hasn't been heard from for a few months. He has been trying to track her down, but after talking to her partner Lizzie, he was informed that nobody had heard from her since her last hunt." Dean let out what sounded like a groan.
"Now what are we supposed to do?" He asked his little brother, hoping he had an idea. Which lucky for him, he did. The only thing was, it was stupid. Stupid in Dean's opinion.
"I was thinking we could always do what that girl from last night told us. I went by the place this morning and found out that the discussion group or whatever starts around 5." Dean shook his head.
"No, absolutely not. This could be a trap. Trust me when I say I will not let you go there." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's need to protect him.
"Dean, I'm a grown man."
"Yeah, I'll say." Dean interrupted. Sam ignored his comment and kept talking.
"You cannot keep me from harm forever. I can do what I want and in this case, I want to listen to the girl. Even if it is a trap, we will bring weapons." Sam's dewy eyes were begging his brother. Dean tried not to look at his younger brother because he knew the look that Sam was giving. As much as he tried not to look at his brother, he ended up caving.
"Alright fine, we'll go tonight. What's the plan?" Dean asked, mad at himself for giving in so easily.