This is my first supernatural fanfic. I hope you enjoy this.
"Great, just great," Katherine Wittmer sarcastically said as she threw down the hood of V6 Mustang, realizing that it was going to need a lot more work under on the engine than she knew how. She walked around to the passenger side door and looked into the reflected glass as she knocked on the window. When the window rolled down, a much younger version of the same nicely tan face, light brown hair and blue eyes looked up at her.
"So what's wrong?" asked the sixteen year-old in the passenger's seat.
"Wish I knew, Lily," Kat replied. "Still don't have service?"
Lily looked down at the cell phone that sat in her lap, almost hopeful. All hope left her eyes when she said, "No service."
Kat sighed and stood back up, a hand pushing back the stray pieces of her hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "Just great," she muttered as she walked to the back of the car and leaned against the trunk. It was the first time her little red Mustang had ever gotten them stuck, and it picked the perfect moment to break down in the middle of no where.
Stuck between contemplating options of leaving Lily with the car and walking more than two miles back down the road to the nearest town, and trying her hand at fixing a car that she has no idea where to start, Kat hadn't noticed Lily coming out of the car and standing in the center of the street till she heard tires squealing. Instantly, Kat jumped and turned to see a Chevy Impala stopped mere inches from Lily.
"Are you a physco?" Kat screamed at Lily.
"Well, you didn't hear me say 'car' so I took matters into my own hands," her sister yelled back, a smile never leaving her face.
Two men stepped out of the car that stopped in front of the teenager: the passenger really tall, the other a little pompous looking, Kat observed. She walked over to her younger sister as the tall one asked, "Are you alright?"
"Car trouble," Lily said before Kat could lie to them.
"Nothing I can't fix," Kat said, a little too quickly. "Just most likely a loose wire or two."
"Well, if you want, I can take a look," said the driver of the Impala. "I do know my way around cars." Either he's an ass or he's way too sure of himself, Kat observed again. It was hard for Kat to trust anyone after her parents died. Most people never believed Kat on what happened on the small stretch of road, but since that day, Kat never let anyone new close to her.
"I think-"
"That would be a great idea," Lily said, always being happy and overly flirtatious. "I'm Lily by the way. And this is my sister, Katherine."
"I'm Sam," the taller of the two said, then gesturing toward the guy who was already walking toward Kat's car, he said, "And my brother, Dean."
"Get in the car," Kat hissed into Lily's ear, who wickedly smiled and did as she was told. Lily loved to get Kat into weird situation, and sure enough, Lily was enjoying every moment of this one.
Dean already had the hood up on Kat's car and had his head deep inside the engine. Leaning against the side of the car, Kat observed everything he did. "Looks like the gas line snapped," he mumbled and he pulled a small tube out from the engine. "Got another?"
"In the trunk," Kat said. She turned to the trunk and steadily walked over, hoping they wouldn't see what else was in there. How could one explain the small arsenal that was kept behind the back seats of a car? Kat opened the trunk and dug through the different guns and knives till she pulled out the spare gas-line, and quickly closed the trunk. But not quick enough.
Sam was standing behind Kat the whole time, and saw everything, and he had a small handgun pointed toward her. "Who are you?" he demanded, but Kat answered by pulling out her own handgun from the waistline of her pants and aiming it back at Sam.
A loud bag sounded from the front of the car as Dean threw down the hood and came to stand on Kat's other side with another gun pointed at her. "I should be asking you the same question," she smart-mouthed back. All three were in a dead-lock, not willing to give up on their hold. Two against one, Kat thought to herself. I've been in worse.
"I don't think you heard my brother," Dean said, the pompous look replaced with experience and anger. "Who are you?"
"They're hunters too!" called someone from a short distance. Everyone turned to see Lily leaning against the Impala, the driver's side door open, and looking very proud of herself.
Everyone else gave a puzzled look at one another before Kat asked, "You're hunters?"
"I'm asking the same question about you," replied Dean.