I could hear their voices from the other room, the house wasn't exactly sound proof and the boys were not exactly the strong and silent type. Especially the one that always looks like he's going through some kind of emotional pain. The big one seems like he's friendly enough, he seems to kind of defend me in some way, then again, neither of them seem very eager to follow Bobby's idea of taking me under their wing. I can call them by their names, in fact I know them better than they might think, one of them at least, but I'd rather just sit in the other room and pretend that I have never seen either of them. Bobby is the only one that knows the entire story and I've even hidden things from him, growing up the way that I have I guess that that is something that I have gotten used to. Lying, cheating, deceiving, all things that one has to learn when one is on the road with hunters. I've never really been intrigued by the lifestyle myself even though I've been around it ever since I could remember, I was kind of thrown into this because of what I am. Don't get any ideas, I'm not really something special, I'm just what they call a danger magnet. Let's say if this were Twilight, I'm the Bella, even though the fact that I just made that comparison makes me sick to my stomach, even Bella wouldn't be stupid enough to mingle among my crowds.
"Do I look like I need a babysitting job?"
For a second I was pulled from my thoughts and sighed, leaning back in the desk chair that I was in and running my hands through my reddish brown hair. In all honesty, I didn't really understand why Bobby was so dead set on getting me in that black car with these two guys, I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to it. I had already spend some very personal time with the angry one and that wasn't exactly pleasant, besides, hunters had a habit of dying around me, I was pretty sure that Bobby didn't want these guys to die so why the hell was he so eager to get me on board with them? It wasn't like they could break this curse on me.
I came to Bobby's house three weeks ago, the hunters that I had been paired up with had dropped dead on me again and I had nowhere else to go. Bobby knew my mother, my real mother that had given me up for adoption when I was about four days old, and Bobby knew what kind of things that I had been dealing with all my life. He was the one constant parent figure in my life and the only one that I could turn to in times like these. And times like these have been happening ever since my adoptive parents got murdered by a pack of wild vampires when I was six years old, ever since then wherever I go the people around me get hurt, I get hurt, it's like having a supernatural target burned onto my back. Maybe it's because of my real mother, maybe it's because the vampires never killed me and they meant to, they say that if you time has come and you survive death's sticky hold, it will hunt you down till it finally gets you and takes you down.
It felt like I had been sitting there for hours already as they decided whether or not to take me along with them, as Bobby tried to convince them that I could be helpful. After a while I could distinguish the different walking patterns, knowing exactly which of the men in the other room moved where, I knew the room by heart, if I closed my eyes I could picture the entire scene like it was happening right in front of me.
The older man knew exactly how stubborn the two could be, but he had been stubborn a lot longer and the plain fact was that they owed him for all the shit that he had done for them over the past decades. He had known the girl for years but he had never mentioned her to anyone that didn't have to know about her, mostly to protect the other hunters seeing as the girl seemed to have some kind of target on her back. Dyte had been in his protection for years, even before she knew about him. Pamela had come to him twenty two years ago when she got pregnant at fifteen, giving the baby was the best thing to do but Pamela had never been out of the baby's life, Bobby had always kept an eye on her. When her adoptive parents got killed by vampires he took it upon himself to make sure that she was alright. By now, the last hunters that she had been with were killed by ghouls and she had come to Bobby for help. Asking Dean and Sam to help take care of her was the only thing that he could think of at that time, naturally, it was not something that the boys were very fond of doing.
"We're hunters, not foster parents,"
"She's twenty-two, it's not like you're going to have to breastfed her," Bobby told them sarcastically, snorting to himself and adjusting the cap on his head a bit.
Sam stood against the doorway, pursing his lips slightly as he mostly just watched Dean and Bobby try and come to some kind of compromise, honestly, he already figured that she was coming along, Bobby was better at getting his way than Dean knew of. All that he could do was wait and when Dean would give in and accept that this girl was going to come with them.
"I just don't see how her issues are any of our business," said Dean, raising his voice and using his body to emphasize his objection to the entire thing. Sam cleared his throat, which caused them both to look at him for a moment, he exhaled and ran his hand through his dark hair. "Dean, she needs our help," he told his brother, though he didn't really seem very interested in his point of view. Dean moved back to Bobby to continue the discussion, knowing that he really wasn't going to get much support from his younger brother. Sam pursed his lips slightly and eyed the door where the girl was waiting for them to decide what was going to happen to her next. He couldn't help but feel for her, he didn't know much about her but he could understand how it felt to never have a home, never have a place to call her own. His eyes moved to his brother and Bobby before he pushed himself away from the doorway and moved towards the other room. Maybe if he knew more about the girl, he could understand why Bobby was so dead set on them bringing her along.
My ear twitched a bit as I heard heavy, slow footsteps moving towards the closed door, as a reflex I got up from my chair and rested my hand against my back, my fingers tracing the outline of the gun tucked into the back of my dark jeans, hidden behind my blazer and underneath my tight white tank top. It was ridiculous, because I knew who was headed towards the door, I heard it from his walk, but it was a force of habit to doubt and fear everything that was coming towards her closed door. First came a knock, and then the door opened slowly, his big puppy dog eyes searching me out in the door before entering and closing the door behind him.
It seemed to take forward before we actually said something to one another, for a while we just stood there, my right eyebrow raised slightly as I watched him shove his hands into his front pockets of his jeans. Finally, I exhaled in a loud sigh and ran my hand through my hair.
"You're taller than I expected," was the first thing that came to mind to say, and apparently it was the worst thing to say because a small smile moved over Sam's face. He looked better when he smiled, the serious gaze made those three wrinkles in his forehead appear and even though she hadn't exactly stared at his face for that long just yet, she already decided that those three wrinkles were going to get on her nerves.
"Uhm, Deete," "Dyte," I corrected him quickly, smiling softly and stepping a bit closer to him, slipping my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. "Like Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, one of the few things my birth mother gave me," I added, quickly realizing that maybe I was already talking too much. At this point I was out of options, either Sam and Dean take me with them or I face the world alone, which probably means that I was going to be dead by the end of the week seeing as death still had it out for me. Talking about personal things might just get Sam on my side and keep my ass safe for a bit longer.
"So, you've heard about me and my brother?" right then I realized that it wasn't the mother thing that I had said too much about, saying that I had expected him to be shorter was already too much that I should have said, with that I just given away that I had heard about them, more than heard, as said, I had already been up close and personal with his brother once, not that he remembered that. "Well, ya know, when ya hang with hunters you hear a story here or there," I finally decided to say, clearing my throat and averting my eyes. In case it wasn't too obvious that I was lying through my teeth I even cleared my throat after saying it. There was another moment of silence between us and I shuffled my feet as I tried to think of something to say. There was something about the way that he looked at me, I felt like he could see straight through me, through all the lies that I have told throughout my life, through the fake names, the fake stories. It made me wrap my arms around myself, like that was going to keep me from being exposed to his gaze.
As soon as I opened my mouth to probably ramble about something like the weather, the door was thrown open. Sam had distracted me from paying attention to the footsteps, I never heard them coming, again my hand rested against my back, pure reflex. Dean's eyes were not friendly, but as he looked at me I felt just as exposed as when Sam looked at me.
"Get your stuff and let's go," I blinked and raised my eyebrow at his words, before I could answer his eyes moved from me to his brother. "You're on nanny duty," to make his point he pointed at his brother, nodded towards me, then turned and left. Bobby was behind him, shrugging as if he was trying to apologize. All I could do was roll my eyes, being dead by the end of the week seemed like a pretty nice idea right about now. At least it would save me the long drives with the pompous jackass and the big friendly giant, this could only end badly.