Summary:A young girl gets a challenge while Meeting the Winchester Boys.
Authors Note:My friend wanted me to do a story in which I make up my own character. So I did and I had fun with it.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all of its characters are not mine. Except for Monet, She is mine.
CHAPTER 1
Bad Impressions
"Back off!"
"Please, you need to leave, it's not safe here." What do they mean? Do they know? The tall one grabbed my arm and I jerked backwards. I was in a middle of a job when some jerkoffs in leather jackets, came and ruined everything. I had one shot to that bitch of a demon and now I have no idea where he is. Months of searching gone! Who are these guys?
"Look what you did! Do you have any idea what that was?" I was so pissed I wanted to smoke those guys right then and there. They seemed to be a bit intimidating, not that they were guys but mostly because they were super tall, they both towered over me, I was only 5'7, and not to mention Just now noticing they have guns. Great. Just great.
"Look we don't have time to explain-"
What? Explain what, I should be the one explaining. "Wait. You know what that was?"
The two tall men looked at each other from a second and then back at me. Okay. Now looking back when they busted in, they had a duffel just like mine, they showed up exactly when I found out the demon would be here. And let's not forget about the guns. And a light bulb suddenly went off and things finally set in place and I knew what they were doing here. Son of bitch.
"Your fucking hunters aren't you?" This is just getting better and better every second I stand here. I have to leave. NOW. Shaking my head I grabbed my dark green army bag and pushed my way through the tall and suddenly very handsome two men and down the small dark tunnel I was in. I hated small places; I mean I wasn't the smallest person in the world. As I was walking I heard footsteps starting to follow me. What could they possibly want? I quickly turned around in one swift motion.
"Can I help you?" They practically screamed like little girls at how fast I turned around at them. If looks could kill, the way I was looking at them, they would burn into a small pile of ashes. "How do know who we are?" The tallest one with the shag hair asked me with a grin on his face. Why the hell is he smiling? I thought as I tilted my head like a confused dog. I started to get agitated and frustrated with these people. I rubbed a finger over my left brow like I always did when I began to get angry. Put my hand on my hip and opened my mouth.
"Well first of all this is a random ass tunnel in the middle of nowhere if you haven't noticed. Second of all you have guns,"
They looked down at the guns they were holding.
"Now why would people have guns in the middle of nowhere in a tunnel? " They were silent. "Don't worry I'll wait." The shorter one looked like he was getting pissed off. "So miss sarcastic you must be a hunter to then huh?" Oh yea he is Pissed, and I'm not about to make it no better. "No shit Sherlock, what gave you that clue?" I turned around and smiled to myself feeling accomplished with my pissing people off technique. Got to my truck and took off.
ONE MONTH LATER
I tracked the demon back to a city in Washington State. This is going to be tough with it being in a city, I hated cities. Too many people, too many of them seeing me and a chance of remembering me. Can't have that now can we? Not eaten a proper meal in days I found a little diner on the corner of where my motel was. I sat a booth near the back of the diner where I can see everything, I hated not being in control of anything, maybe that's the reason I wasn't such a people person, but when I needed to be I was. The bell on the door chimed as someone was walking in. Not caring I continued looking at my menu. They had about every kind of salmon and everyway to have it served. I hated fish. Finding what I wanted I put the menu down and waited for someone to take my order. Looking around I saw old pictures of Washington on the walls, little trinkets of old times. Sort of like a TGIF restaurant. But Washington style.
A very over energetic woman comes to my table. Her outfit is very loud.
"What can I get for you sweetie?"
"Can I Please get-"Blend in, Blend in. "Let me get a salmon Pattie burger please." Gross "Okay then Hun." She walks away and staring after her to the back, my eyes strayed toward the front of the diner. Two men sat at the booth next to the door, from behind they looked hot. What the hell. Walking to the bathroom and acting like I went, I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure that if I embarrassed myself I wanted to look hot doing so. I fixed my Hair as much as possible which it was being a bitch at the second. I walked out and started to the men that I was going to try and get a free meal out of. As I turned the corner I almost tripped over myself as I saw who was at the booth. Stupidly I stopped in my tracks which brought attention to me. And they looked at me, and I was screwed.
Oh God!
"Oh great look who's here Sammy." Taller one is Sammy, Hmm kinda big to be called Sammy. Laughing to myself I started for the door.
"Look c'mon ignores my brother okay, if you're here for the reason for I think you're here for we can work together." If they knew anything about me they would regret asking that.
"Fine. But first can I please have a decent meal." He nodded his head.
About an hour later we stepped out of the diner together, and I did get that free meal I was hoping for. "Your motel or ours?" My Control issues kicked in and I said mine, because I know where everything is in my room. As a precaution I leave weapons around, just in case. As we walked outside we sort of stood there.
"So where is your ride?" Sammy Asked me.
"I walked here where is yours?"
"We walked." They both said in sync. With that in mind I knew where they were staying. We walked to the motel in silence, which was good because I had nothing to say. As we got to my room they both started to laugh.
"Why the in the hell are you laughing?" I look over and notice a black car next to my truck. Wow. I sighed and we went into my room to work on a plan.