"Sammy, lets move," Dean said as he hung up the phone with Bobby. They just got a call that there was a vamp nest in Sam's favorite state, Tennessee. Sam hopped in the passenger's seat while Dean was making a quick prayer to Castiel, letting him know where they were heading. And so, they drove. After 7 tedious hours of driving, they finally reached the cheapest motel in the state. It was only about 20 minutes from what Bobby said was the nest. Sam suggested that they sleep for a while before they get going on their hunt. So they did.
After that, Dean drove them about a block away from the nest and they walked the rest of the way, trying not to be spotted. "I'll go in first and you'll-"
"Dean," Sam interrupted. He pointed at a girl who seemed to walk with courage. This came off to Sam and Dean, that she was their leader. Sam and Dean slowly wandered behind her, following her a few feet back. They let her go in first. They figured that they might as well kill them all at once then sending a signal to the rest of them that there were intruders. Just before they got a chance to sneak in, they heard sudden screams. They burst into the nest seeing 6 vamps decapitated laying dead on the floor and two more holding the same girl they had just seen up against a wall. Sam and Dean both looked at each other and nodded signaling that they would both take out one of the vamps. They both pulled out their weapons and and sliced them both simultaneously.
"Oh thank you-" the girls said right before Sam put a knife to her throat. "I'm not a vampire!" she said lifting up her lip exposing her gums. No sign of fangs. Sam lowered his knife and sliced her arm. "What good will that do?" she asked.
"Forged in dead man's blood," he said. He couldn't see any signs of her being supernatural. He dumped some holy water on her.
"What? No silver knife?" she asked annoyed.
"The knife with the blood was silver, thanks," he said as sarcastically as she was talking. "Who are you and what are you doing here," Sam asked.
"Clary Fray," she said looking down at her sword.
"Yeah nice book series. Real name please," Sam said not breaking eye contact.
"Ugh. It's Bowman. Kyra Bowman," she said clearly telling the truth.
"Well Bowman. You need to go home," Sam said trying to sound intimidating as he stepped closer to her.
"Well that would be good advice if I was 12. If you didn't notice, I just took out six vamps all on my own. Not to mention, hello, I'm a hunter!" she said holding up her blood riddled blade.
"You. A hunter." he scoffed in disbelief. He looked back at Dean as if to get some back up, but all he got was a blank stare. He was practically drooling at her feet. Sam smacked Dean on the shoulder and it was as if he regained consciousness. "Listen Bowman. We're going to have to take you home. There is no way that I'm letting you hunt," Sam said taking short glances at Dean who had straightened up and was partially in the conversation.
"Yeah great idea. Only one small problem. I have nowhere to go. I was traveling with two other hunters about 80 miles out and they left me here 2 days ago. I hitch-hiked my way here fare and square. I was just wandering until I found this case."
Dean quickly grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him aside so that she couldn't hear their conversation. "We should totally take her with us. You know.. until we can find her a place. Or a relative or something," Dean suggested.
"What?" Sam said confused. Usually Dean was the one who needed convincing and Sam was the one begging to bring home a pet or a person or something.
"Sam, she's a great hunter. She took out six vamps all by herself. We can't just leave her here. Hitchhiking is dangerous," Dean said defensively. Sam shot a look back at Kyra who seemed to be cleaning her blade with the inside of her shirt.
"Fine. But only until she finds somewhere else to go," he responded cautiously. Dean and Sam walked back over to her while she was putting away her sword.
"You can come with us. Until you find another group of hunters or a place to stay. I'm Dean Winchester," he said holding out a hand.
"I bet your boyfriend already told you that I'm Kyra," she said shaking his hand.
"N-n-n-n-o. We're brothers. God why does everybody think that we are like that!?" Dean said in disbelief taking his hand back.
"My bad," she said smiling. Sam didn't like her so far. She was too mysterious. He wondered why the two other people she was working with left her here. If she was actually traveling with other hunters.
They all walked back to the Impala and climbed in. Dean drove and Sam road shotgun. The new girls climbed in the backseat and awkwardly put her hands in her lap. "Nice ride. A bit promiscuous if you ask me. But nice. What is it a 1966 Chevrolet Impala?" she asked
"No '67. Close though," Dean grinned in her appreciation in cars.
"So where do you guys live?" she asked.
"This week? The motel off of 100," Sam said grinning in his lap.
"Okay that works. I better at least have my own bed. Or I swear. I have an ancient sword and I am not afraid to use it. as you just saw back there," she said with a smile. They pulled into the motel parking lot and got Kyra her own room right next to theirs. All she had with her were 2 duffle bags. Sam and Dean assumed they were weapons and clothing. Dean pulled her off to the side and took her phone, installing a GPS system so the they could find her at anytime. She took her phone back and walked to her room saying goodnight to Dean but avoiding Sam. She could tell that Sam wasn't too fond of her and she really didn't want to push her luck with hunters.