"Son of a bitch" I swore, as I climbed back into my car. I hadn't realised until just now that my thigh had a huge gash right up to my hip. I must have caught it on a loose piece of equipment. Freaking Ghost had to die in an old rundown shoe factory didn't it? I slammed my door, jammed the key into the ignition, and sighed with the soothing purr as my baby sprang to life.1969 ford mustang, painted candy green, with a white leather interior, and fully loaded arsenal in the trunk she was beautiful. It was just perfect that I was now pissing blood all over it. The car shifted forward as I put her into gear and touched the gas.

It was a ten minute drive to the nearest pit stop. I pulled up to a 24 hour diner. Handy considering the fact that it was 5am. I climbed out of the car, after quickly changing into a denim skirt that covered the gash and binding it with a piece of my now ruined jeans. I stepped through the heavy glass door. It was quiet only a few early morning customers littering the dirty tables. An old man with snow white hair and a twitchy eye watched me as I walked past him. The cheap smelling woman in the red cocktail dress sitting by the window did the same. The only people who didn't seem to be eyeballing me were the coupe in the far corner. They seemed to be in their own world, hunched together talking in low, husky whispers. It sounded like an argument. I leant against the counter as I peeked at them. They weren't bad looking, one was tall and the other gave me the immense impression of a badass. They were both well built, good fighters, could probably handle a gun. I wondered what they were arguing about. "Wow you okay sugar" a thick southern accent rang in my ears. I turned my attention to the tiny, redhead, waitress standing, staring at me. "Sorry?"

She pointed to my face and I quickly caught a glimpse of myself in the murky counter top. I looked like shit, shades of purple and yellow were starting to form around my left eye and jaw, I had dry blood on my lip and there was yet another, but slightly smaller gash on my forehead.

"Oh that" I laughed coolly pointing to my head. "Car crash".

The woman looked out at my car and frowned "you should see the other guy" I flashed a wide smile at her as I leant against the counter with one arm, facing the boys in the corner. As I spoke the slightly older badass one raised his head to look at me. His gaze lingered on my thigh high skirt and my chest, by the time he got to my face he was smiling. Then he faltered. I turned my head, as he and the tall guy approached the counter. He slid a 20 dollar bill towards the redhead as he came up beside me. I stiffened. He was a little too close for comfort. I kept my gaze down, avoiding his. "Keep the change" he said, I could basically fell him wink at her. Flirt, figures. "Car troubles?" he hummed in my ear. I slid my elbows back to rest at my sides pushing out my exposed chest. Never said I wasn't a flirt too. "You could say that" I shrugged meeting his gaze. My heart raced, he was extremely good looking, slightly unshaven, short, rough hair, jagged jaw, and a crooked smile to match. I wanted to melt. He sneaked a peek at my chest and smiled wider winking at me "Need someone to patch you up".

Oh you have got to be kidding, that was such a lame pick up line. The guy behind him shifted his weight from foot to foot impatiently "come on Dean, stop fooling around" he whined.

Dean smiled at me again "This is Sammy my brother I'm dean" he said motioning to the tall guy.

"Rachel" I said smiling at Sammy.

"It's Sam" he said slightly annoyed. Dean chuckled under his breath.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder as I stepped away from the counter. My heart raced. This Dean was hot, I wanted to lick him. A tingle ran up my thigh as I felt fingers grazing over my bare skin. Oh hell no, I spun quickly snatching his hand and forcing my fist into his jaw. He staggered back grabbing his mouth; "Ouch" he cried wiggling it a little. "Try that again-""You're bleeding" Sam cut in pointing to my thigh. Shit, a ruby red trail had started to dribble down my leg. I looked around in panic. How was I going to get out of this? The waitress was staring at me in shock. Dean stepped up beside me, still rubbing his jaw "That's what I was trying to say".

Sam frowned down at me "Do you need a doctor, or stitches" he asked.

I grabbed my leg tightly "No" I half jogged out of the diner.

Damn it, it was a stupid idea going into there like this. I just reached my car when I realised the brothers had followed. "Look I'm fi-" I was cut off because Dean yanked my skirt up, revealing my loosely bound gash to these two strangers. I pushed him away instantly yanking my skirt back down as they gaped at me. "Do you mind...asshole" I glared at him. Sam had a million questions plastered across his face, while dean just looked angry. "That is not a normal cut" Sam said. My neck felt hot and my stomach tingled. That was the precise moment I noticed the pistol hidden in Dean's waist band. Who were these guys? I wasn't taking any chances guessing. My fingers grazed the handle of my back, except it wasn't there. A flashback of me chucking it onto the front seat as I climbed into my car flickered in my mind. "Look guys" I turned and reached into my car. When I flung around, gun in hand I found myself staring down the barrels of two pistols. I kept my gun raised. "Okay who are you" I asked. "Should ask you the same thing" Dean snarled. My mind was reeling the only people I knew to carry guns were psycho paths and hunters. "Please tell me your hunters" I said.

"Wait" Sam frowned "you're a..."

I sighed in relief lowering my gun "yeah". Sam lowered his as well but Dean held his stance. I turned and pulled my top up revealing my anti-possession charm tattoo. "Look, happy" When I turned back around He was closer than before and smiling "very".

Smart ass.