Hell Is For Children
Chapter 1 - Cruel to Be Kinds
"Get your hands up.. NOW" She screamed wielding two jetblack Clot 45's, one in each hand. She stood on a table.
"Go get the amulet!" she said pointing it at the man hosting the event. She waited to long to get her protection back. One run in with Bella Talbot and everything you have dissapears.
"Don't act like you don't kow what im talking about, The Amulet.. NOW!" she was getting more and more frustrated but the man did as she asked.
"Why are you doing this?" an older woman in a black dress and diamonds around her neck asked.
"Don't talk!" she shrugged her off. Rich people pissed her off they thought they owned everything and everyone except when you held a gun. The old man rushed back. Saint hopped off the table and onto her feet while holistering one of her pistols in the waistband of her jeans. She tore the box open and pulled it out.
"This is it" she smiled pulling it over her head so it hung around her neck again. She threw the box to the floor carelessly and pulled her other pistol out.
"Alright Alright Back up!" she turned and moved quickly so noone had the chance to attack her. She was dressed up in a red evening gown, couldn't have gotten in with out it. She had to admit she liked it a little bit. Her Cherry Red 1967 Dodge Charger was waiting for her. She climbed in and turned her on. The roar of her engine always made her a little happier and little less lonely.
"To 's" she smiled peeling out of the parking lot.
"Hey, Mr. Singer!" saint said excited
"Hey girl... finally heading my way huh?" his voice chimed on the other side of the phone.
"Hope you didn't miss me too much!"
"Not at all.. Hey you working on another hunt yet?" he asked
"No Sir, Not yet.. Soon I hope.. Why have you got one for me?" she questioned.
"Yeah.. but I need you to work with some other hunters on this one."
"Bobby I don't hunt with others.. Remember the last time!" she reminded him smirking a bit.
"Remember the last time? How could I forget? You shot the poor kid in the ass!" He raised his voice.
"I nicked his ass.. and I bought him a donut thingy for the trouble." she corrected.
"Do it for me please!" he said while she pondered it over a bit.
"Make it clear that this is my hunt.. and we go by my rules! Who am I hunting with?"
"Does It really matter" He asked hesitantly
"Bobby! Who is it?" Saint demanded
"The Winchesters..." he mumbled.
"No! No! I'm not hunting with them." she stated coldly
"You haven't even met them!" he whispered and she figured they were at the house.
"Shit.. Bobby.. fine.. but don't exect me to enjoy it..." bobby nodded smiling even though she couldn't see it. Saint hung the phone up and sighed, she didn't blame them for setting the devil free it could have been anyone even her and she knew it and bobby was right she hadn't met them so she wasn't liable to judge them.
2 hours later Saint pulled into bobby's. She always called him except when she was mad. It's the way her father raised her everyone was Mr. or Mrs with no exceptions when they were older than her. The loud music came to an abrupt stop when she turned her baby off. She was still mad. Clearing her throat she knocked on the door
"Hey Saint" Bobby said with a toothy grin.
"" she said further annoyed with the stupid nickname she carried. Every hunter that had heard her story called her saint for short. It was her last name but they used it for a totally different meaning and she hated it. Bobby stood back his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face with a hint of sympathy.
"Don't go there Bobby! And Don't call me Saint." she walked past him and into the kitchen. It was 10 and she wasn't about to pass up the beer bobby always had in the fridge. As she walked through the living room she saw both boys looking up at her from the books in front of them.
"So? What's the 411?" she asked as bobby arrived in the kitchen right after her.
"Two men were killed in the same bar bathroom both times there was salt infront of the door..." he said sipping his beer at the same time as her and leaning against the counter.
"They had to of been hunters.. thats obvious?" she said. "This is going to be fun!" Excitement was clear in her voice. Bobby smiled as she turned into the living room.
"Boy's this is Saint.. Saint.. Sam and Dean Winchester" he motioned.
"Nice to meet you" Sam stood up to shake her hand and Dean joined his little brother.
He extended his hand she shook it being curtious.
"Not sure I can say the same." her words as cold as ice. Dean gave her look.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" he snapped
"Exactly how it sounds Winchester, Do you need an explaination?" she snapped back
"Yes, actually" Sam joined in
"Saint! Outside!" Bobby''s voice shook with anger. She broke the glare she had on the boys and walked out infront of Bobby.
"What in gods name was that all about?" he shuttered.
"You know Damn well what it's about... I didn't want to meet them! The further I am away from them and the less I know the better" her voice raised.
"I know this ain't easy for you but people are dieing.. our kinda people.." she cut him off
"Yeah Yeah Yeah and unless I do this hunt more will die.. god your starting to sound like my father" she said looking at the ground.
"I'll work with them" she whispered and turned to her car glupping down the rest of her beer.
"Thank you Saint!" he called from the porch
"Don't call me that!" she yelled back.
"What the hell was that all about?" dean huffed still pissed off at how rude you were.
"Cut her some slack.. She's got it rough!" he muttered
"Well whats her story?" Sam asked
"Ain't my place.. you want to know ask her yourself" Bobby turned and went upstairs. The brothers turned and looked at each other as the door opened and closed slowly. Saint walked through the living room. She glanced at them and walked faster into the kitchen. She grabbed three more beer and headed to a closet in the hall and took out two blankets.
"You can sleep in here.. We don't bite." Sam smiled showing his dimples.
"No.. Im fine... We leave tomorrow" she said simply and walked out to the car.
"She is one weird Chick!" dean said plopping on the couch
"She must have one messed up life if bobby isn't even telling us her back ground" Sam thought out loud laying back on the other couch.
"That doesn't give her an excuse to be a bitch" dean muttered
"I never said it did Im just saying that she has to have it rough.." sam said back befor turning over to sleep.
"Whatever... bitch"
"Jerk"..
The cell phone alarm in the car went off bright and early. Saint streched and yawned. She threw her jacket on and walked in with the blankets. After putting them away she got started on breakfast. Eggs bacon and coffee she made just enough for everyone. The clock read 5:30 am..
"Wake up boys" she said simply before walking back out to the car to get her Ipod.
Cold air blew past her causing her hair to flick back.
"What the hell do you want?" Saint snapped not turning around.
"I see you have met the Winchesters? Well done!" Zachariah smirked.
"I wish I hadn't to be honest.. now are you here for a reason or just to waste my time?"
"Have you given thought to our disscusion? Oh thats right you had no choice! Fate looks good on you" he laughed
"You Son of a bitch!" Saint screamed at the top of her lungs and threw to amazingly hard punches which didn't affect him too much. the anger in both Saint and Zachariah grew even more angry. With tons of strength Zachariah threw her into the house causing the inside to shake.
"Your pathetic" he yelled back with an invisible grip around her neck. She smiled "You hit back coward Grow a pair!" she laughed and her feet dangled from the air. Heavy foot steps ran out onto the porch and within seconds he dissappeared causing her to fall to the ground. Saint gasped for breath a red mark was left around her neck. She got to her feet as the boy got to the side of house. Her hands leaned on her knee's for support as she got a decent amout of oxygen in her lungs.
"What the hell happened out here?" dean asked while she got up an brushed past him
"You ok Saint?" Sam asked. Saint stopped in front of him and glared
"Don't call me that!" her voice was scratchy and she lightly held the red ring on her neck and walked towards the house.
"She has serious problems" Dean commented.
"What happened to you?" bobby interrogated and followed her to the bathroom and minutes later the Winchesters.
"That Son of a bitch!" she rasied your voice in frustration as she saw a faint bruise appearing.
"Who?" bobby asked. Ask she poked the mark around her neck not answering.
"Who was it?" he asked annoyed
"Zachariah!" You replyed your voice still scratchy. Dean and Sam turned to each other with a interested look.
"What did he want?"
"Same thing he wanted the last ten times" she said trying to avoid the subject.
"Well what did he want the last time?"
"It doesn't matter... I walked away this time!" she looked over it one last time before pushing past the men.
"Can we leave now? We have a long drive!" saint said while walkig towards the car.
"Dean you mind assisting her.. I don't wat a repeat of what happened" bobby motioned him to the door
"Sammy get everything packed please" Dean walked out attempting to be civil
"Sorry we didn't get out quick enough... You alright?" he questioned walking towards the car
"I just got the shit kicked out of me by a balding angel... I'll be fine" he held back any remarks he was about to make
Saint had been driving for hours trying to think of a way to deal with the next week with the Winchesters when your phone rang.
"AJ Speaking!" she said
"Uhhh Saint?" Sam asked confused but hopefull that he got the right number.
"Ok I'll make you a deal.. You can call me Saint if I can call you Sammy" She smirked knowing he hated that name unless Dean was saying it.
"Ok... Deal"
"What? Are you serious?" She asked surpirsed he said yes.
"Sure why not" he replyed
"Ok then sammy What do you need?" she questioned trying to push out the awkward moment.
"Dean and I are getting pretty tired.. You ready to pull over for the night?"
"Yeah Sure!!"
Saint pulled up to the first motel she found, The Impala Parked right beside her.
"I'll go get the room" Dean offered and saint cut in..
"Rooms.. two rooms got that?" she opened the trunk.
"Well you can pay for the second room then.." he replyed
"Oh right im sorry I forgot your close to your limit on your fake credit card.. How rude of me" she said sarcastically and headed for the lobby.
"Ok seriously.. what is your deal" dean asked in frustration
"I'm a hunter.. thats my deal.. I don't hunt with others.. the last time I was on a hunt with a man i meaningly shot him.. He almost killed me.. not to mention your the Winchesters!" Saint retorted
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asked stepping forward
"It means I'm going to die because of you!" Saint turned knowing she said way to much and ran inside to rent her room.
" I uhhh.. I need two rooms please" she muttered
"We only got one room left.." the old man at the till said spitting his chew into a bucket.
"I'll take it.. and two extra blankets please.." The man passed her two blankets from under the counter and the keys. "Don't say anything or awnser any of their questions" she repeated in her head over and over.
"Room key Sammy" she called chucking it towards him, opening her car door she layed down the blankets on the back seat.
"Your staying in your car? Again?" he asked. Saint nodded..
"Only one room you and your brother can have it." she smiled
" Come on there has to be room.. and dean doesn't know yet.. you can call the bed" he smiled warmly making her crack a little one herself followed by a quick nod.
"You got the last room?" dean asked as saint walked by him
"Yeah she did!" sam answered for her.
"Great" dean rolled his eyes. Saint threw herself on the bed and folded her hands under her head and sam called the other bed.
"Guess you got the couch Winchester" she smiled and closed her eyes.
"Like hell I do!" Saints eyes opened up and looked at him. Dean stripped off his shirt and jumped right beside her.
"You are NOT sleeping beside me!" she growled.
"Sammy is a bed hog... and the couch ain't my forte" he gave his signature grin and got under the covers.
"Dick" she glared grabbing her stuff.
"Enjoy your room!" she snarled walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" sam asked wishing they would just stop arguing.
"To my car.. Its a hell of a lot better then being in here with him!" she snapped grabbing two blankets and slamming the door.
Dean knew she hated him her attitude sucked. She was incredably bull headed and bitchy but her eyes, wavey hair and hunters body made him want to jump every inch of her. There was something about her that kept him interested and she wasn't related to bobby so if something had ever happened between them which he highly doubted would... he wouldn't get in shit.
Saint walked in coffee and food in hand.
"You boys ready?" she called as dean and sam finished the last of their packing up. There was no answer so she took the hint. If they didn't want her around and she didn't want to be around. Saint went outside started the charger and text Sam. Meet you there! was all she wrote before gunning it out of town. She was still a little mad at Bobby and she was not into him acting like her father. The drive was long and boring but if she helped this bar out she knew they'd get a free round which made her a little excited.
Saint pulled into a cheap motel booked one room and went out to the bar. It was a small smokey bar filled with people. There was a band on the stage that was redoing DuranDuran's - Hungry Like The Wolf. She had to admit they were not the best band out there.
"Hello Sir.. I'm Detective Reeves I'm here..." she started but was cut off.
"You one of the ones Bobby sent to help with our little problem?" he asked while wiping a glass clean.
"Yeah sorry wasn't sure if you knew or not" she smiled sheepishly sitting on the bar stool
"Yeah I know alright.. no one wanted to pick up the case.. the two who did didn't live"
"So this has been going on for awhile I assume?" the bartender nodded handing her a beer
"Was it ever this violent?" she questioned
"Nope.. only when I wanted something done about it.. I closed up they did their thing and I opened up to them dead" he shrugged turning around.
"Vengeful spirit is my best guess.. but I won't know for sure until tonight.. Is there history of anyone dieing here by chance?" the bartender shrugged
"They never told me anything.. I learned along time ago to stay out of someones hunt.. Bad thigs happen when you don't!"
"I hear that" saint smirked raising her beer and taking a drink.
Saint didn't know what time the boys left at so she figured she might as well get back to the motel. Soon after she arrived back she heard a knock at the door.
"It's unlocked" she yelled a mouthful of pizza and glued to her laptop with music blasting from the speakers.
"Thanks for waiting up!" dean said sarcastically throwing his duffle onto the floor.
"It's not my fault you pack like a woman" she announced. Dean was about to respond until Sam shook his head.
"I'm searching the history of the bar.. I'm thinking it's a vengeful spirit that hates hunter.. which was kind of obvious from the start but the owner doesn't seem to know anything about it's past soo."
"Whoa Whoa Whoa.. you went to the bar... without us?" his anger getting the best of him
"You took your time I wasn't going to sit around and wait for you to show up" she snapped
"You are a control freak!" he snapped back
"I'm a control freak? Yet every second of the day you bark orders at Sammy.. Everything has to be your way.. You! Dean are a control freak!" she stood putting her laptop down and taking her jacket.
"Where the hell do you think you are going?" he yelled behind her.
"To get away from yo...." she stopped staring in the corner. Dean turned to see what caught her attention.
"You douchebag! I told you to stay away from me! Did you think I was kidding?" her face went bright red. Castiel stood soundly behind dean.
"We need an update on your situation!" he spoke roughly. Saint's eyes darted from Sam to Dean whos eyes were fixated on her.
"My situation sucks.. and is frustrating.. how is that for an update?" saint spoke uneasy walking out of the room.
This Is my very first Fanfic.. Hope It wasn't Too bad..
Thanks For reading..
-Tiny xox