No Smoking Allowed

Two girls are in an office building, after hours. A case. Or just some training. They never really could tell the difference anymore.

"We're never going to get this down, are we?" asked the taller of the two.

"Doubt it," said the other, "9 o'clock."

The taller girl squirted the humanlike creature with her water gun, causing the demon to smoke and become even more pissed off.

"You know," she said, "This was a brilliant idea. Salt in the hula hoop."

"It is," replied the other, "Until you have to run." The shorter girl kicked the other demon in the stomach and started muttering under her breath.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio"

The demons were both hissing slightly as the taller girl went for a refill. The other continued:

", omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis."

The two demons screamed and a thick smoke exited their mouths.

"I still say we should just put it on repeat," the taller one stated, "You're dangerous with your speech impediment."

"Oh hush, Reyna," the shorter one rolled her eyes and picked up the hula hoop, "Let's go back home."

The two of them lived in this small little abandoned basement. It had a horrid stench, like something had curled up and died there. They had run away from home after a certain demon tried to take their family. And now they were stuck together.

"I still can't believe they left this basement unfinished," Reyna said as she threw down her things.

"It was supposed to be a mansion," the other girl, Scottie said, "But you should know that. Want some breakfast?"

"I still have no clue why you convinced me it is a good idea to hunt demons before we eat."

"Keeps the brain focused. I'll take that as a yes." And Scottie walked away to find the frying pan.

There was a knock on the door.

"I got it," Reyna shouted at Scottie. She grabbed the small pistol, hid it behind her back and opened the door.

There were two men at the door. One was almost as tall as the door frame and the other was just a few inches shorter.

"Hi," The shorter guy kind of smiled like a model, "We're Agents Smith and Wesson. We'd like to talk to you about your mother's death."

"Death?" Reyna clasped the gun, "She's not dead."

"Maybe you can tell that to her dead body," He smiled again.

"You're not FBI," Reyna started to move the gun towards her side, "My mom's not dead."

"We're real, see?" the other agent held out his card.

"Smith and Wesson? The gunmakers?"

"We just wanted to ask you some questions."

"Shoot."

"Did your mother have any ene-?"

BANG.

He fell face forward as Scottie stood there holding a frying pan, "Sorry! I panick- Dean?"

"I'm sorry," the agent still up looked at Scottie for a moment, "What did you just call me?"

"Dean Winchester," Scottie smiled, "Your dad tried to help me and Reyna out when he heard about our dad."

"Oh yeah," He smiled a little, "How old were you?"

"I was lying. I just saw your picture on the news," Scottie held the frying pan to his chest, "What the hell are you doing here, Dean."

"Working a case," he looked confused, "Where did you come-"

"Back door, like I said I panicked. But what about my mom?"

"We found this," Dean held up a small hex bag, "It was in her bathroom."

Scottie let the frying pan sink down to her side as she took the bag.

"How did she die?" Reyna asked.

"She literally coughed up a lung."

"A lung?"

"Don't even try it. Could you help me move him to the couch? I kinda need him."

Reyna put the pistol down and helped Dean move Sam to the couch.

"I got this," Scottie walked over to the bathroom. She walked back and held something under Sam's nose.

He sniffed it and sat up after a few moments, "What the hell is that?"

"Bath salts," Scottie shrugged, "Nice to meet you Sam."

"Who- Who are you two?" He rubbed the back of his head.

"I'm Reyna," Reyna replied, "That's Scottie, getting you some ice."

"So the one who has a killer swing?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," Scottie came back with some ice, "I panicked."

"You never answered me," Dean looked Scottie in the eyes, "Does your mother have any enemies?"

"Only everyone," Reyna took the ice from Scottie and held it on the back of Sam's head, "Hunters and demons despised her."

"Well that helps," Dean sat down on one of the mismatched chairs.

"Was there anything wrong with her lung?" Scottie asked Sam, she seemed to like him better than Dean.

"Some black splotches on it," He replied, "Like you know in Health classes when they're trying to make kids not want to smoke?"

"Yeah?"

"Exactly like it."

"Then I know exactly who did it," Scottie started towards her things, "Let me just grab some things."

"Whoa Whoa Whoa," Dean grabbed her shoulder, "You're not going anywhere. This isn't your job."

"Why not?" Scottie glared, "It's my mom."

"You're like 12!"

"I'm 18!"

"Dean," Sam sat up slowly, "Just let her come with, I mean, she has a great aim."

"Fine," Dean let go, "But as soon as it's over, you're staying here. No exceptions."

"Reyna," Scottie looked at her sister, "Grab the water guns. We've got business to do. I'll grab the hula hoops. Let's rock.

"Aren't you going to put pants on?" Sam looked at Scottie's skirt, "I doubt that's a good idea."

"You don't know me," Scottie grabbed the hula hoops, "Take it."

"What?" Dean looked at her as if she was crazy.

"They're filled with salt. Best way for things not to break the line. Where's that angel guy? Castiel?"

"He's away," Dean replied as Reyna appeared again with the water guns, "And he's not an angel anymore. He's human. And what is up with the water guns?"

"Sorry to hear about that. And Holy Water," Reyna said and then she squirted him in the face with it, "See?"

"You two are freaking insane," Dean wiped his face and walked away.

"Scottie," Reyna said in a hushed tone, "You can't really think this is a good idea."

"Why wouldn't it be?" Scottie handed Sam a hula hoop and started following him out.

"Are you sure they're hunters?" Reyna asked, "This could actually be a trap."

"Almost no one knows that we are living here. Either they're hunters or cops. And right now, signs point to hunters."

"How do you even know them? And don't you dare say it's because you say Dean on the TV."

Scottie sighed, "Carver Edlund."

"Okay now you're talking gibberish."

"He wrote the Supernatural books."

"Oh yeah. How could I forget?" Reyna said sarcastically.

"There was a rumor that the characters are real. And they are the characters. Right down to Dean's freckles and fanfiction green eyes."

"Whatever you say, man." Reyna rolled her eyes and stopped when she saw the car, "1967 Chevy Impala?"

Dean poked his head out the window, "Yep. If she scares you, you should probably stay."

"No," Reyna's eyes widened, "There's no problem."

Scottie walked over to the car and mouthed the words, "Told You."

"So how long have you two been in the business?" Sam looked over at Scottie and Reyna in the backseat.

"Almost 10 years," Reyna replied.

"You two were children?" Sam appeared surprised.

"So were you," Scottie answered.

"Scottie," Reyna rolled her eyes, "We were sent away when our dad was possessed. Lucky for us, mom knew what she was doing. Exorcised him as soon as she saw the black eyes. She made us leave home."

"Could you three stop with the small talk and tell me where we're going?" Dean asked, annoyed with the two girls already.

"125th North Main," Scottie replied.

"Who are we going after again?" Dean asked her.

"Dr. Vynnycky."

"Now, are you 100 percent sure they're a witch?" Sam looked her straight in the eyes.

"She always told mom she'd cough her lungs out one day if she didn't quit smoking. Also, while I was interning there, I saw a few… items."

"If that's not witchy I don't know what is," Sam told his brother.

"A question for you Sam," Scottie poked the back of his head.

"Yes?" He turned towards her.

"Do you not realize that FBI agents have short hair. Why the hell is yours so long?"

"SCOTTIE!" Reyna punched her sister, "You can't just ask why someone's hair is long!"

Dean laughed in the front seat. Sam turned and glared at him.

"What?" Dean smiled at him, "It's true. I like her now."

The four kept driving until they parked in front of the office.

"Why would she still be here?" Reyna asked Scottie.

"I know she is," her sister replied, "I had to drop something off at the mailbox and she answered."

"And?"

"It was two in the morning."

"Alright," Dean loaded his gun, "Let's get this Witchy Bitch."

They all left the car.

"Let me in first," Scottie grabbed Sam's wrist, "She won't know what hit her. Once you hear two shots, I'm in trouble."

"I'm going with you," Reyna wrapped her arm around her sister's, "If you die, I need to avenge it."

"Well fine," Dean dropped his arm, "Two shots."

"Two shots," Scottie let go of Sam's wrist.

Reyna pushed the door, "Damn, it's locked."

"I got this," Scottie handed her sister her gun, "Watch and learn." She kicked the glass and it shattered. She took the gun back and crawled under the window pane, Reyna following behind.

"Dr. Vynnycky?" Reyna asked, her weapon at her side, "Are you here?"

They heard shuffling and the Doctor walked over with her dark hair tied back and her square glasses on her nose, "Reyna, Guinevere-"

"Scottie," Scottie corrected.

"What are you two doing here?" Dr. Vynnycky finished.

"What did you do to our mom?" Reyna asked, her gun pointed at the Dr.

"She wouldn't listen to me," the Doctor smirked at them, "Much like how you didn't give me straight answers Reyna. You wouldn't want your pants to catch fire, would you."

"How dare you?" Reyna choked, "She was your best patient!"

"She was going to die anyway," the Doctor took off her glasses, "Might as well die my way."

"She coughed out a lung," Scottie interrupted.

"Exactly," the Doctor walked out from behind her desk, "Now what do you two want from me. With those weapons."

"You killed our mother, you bitch," Reyna muttered as she shot the Doctor, hitting her in the shoulder.

"Just remember what I told you, Reyna," She grimaced as she started pulling the bullet out, "you really need to work on your aim."

"Then how about this?" Scottie dropped her gun and whipped out her small hot pink knife. She stabbed the Doctor in the chest. As soon as the light was out of her eyes, Scottie shot into the wall.

Sam and Dean ran in with their guns ready.

"Are you two okay?" Sam turned Reyna around, "We heard two shots."

"Reyna missed," Scottie wiped the blood on the Doctor's shirt, "I had to improvise."

"Let's get you two home," Dean pulled Scottie up by the back of her shirt, "You two are going to be in big trouble.

"Alrighty then," Scottie followed Dean and Sam out while Reyna wiped one of her tears away.

The Impala stopped in front of Casa de Woodhill.

"If you two ever need anything," Sam poked his head out of the car as the girls walked back to the front door, "Just give us a call."

"Sure thing!" Reyna waved them away.

"In fact," Sam got out of the Impala, "Why don't you two come with us?"

"What?" Dean and Scottie said in unison.

"Dean," Sam pleaded, "They're only kids."

"I'm 17," Reyna muttered under her breath.

"Their family is dead," Sam continued, "And based off the fact Scottie's out of the job, they're not going to live much longer." He turned to the girls, "Go pack. We'll be waiting for you two."

"Or don't," Dean yelled at the girls, "We're kind of busy with our jobs."

Scottie and Reyna entered their home as the two ran off to their rooms, grabbing clothes and anything else.

"Um, Scottie," Reyna asked in a shocked kind of tone, "Could you help me?"

Scottie entered Reyna's room with a stuffed suitcase, "What?"

"Remember what Dr. Vynnycky said?" Reyna pointed towards her room

Flames erupted from the closet, engulfing everything in sight.

Scottie grabbed her sister's hand, "Run!"

The sisters ran out of the house to hear the Impala's engine getting away.

"Dean?" Scottie dropped her suitcase and her sister's hand, "DEAN!"

The Impala was farther away.

"HELP US, YOU SON OF A BITCH," Scottie screamed at the retreating car, tears filling her eyes.

"Are you crying?" Reyna looked at her sister, in shock.

"We've lost everything. What's even the point anymore?"

The roof had collapsed now, along with Scottie's hopes and dreams.

"It's alright," Reyna patted her sister's back, "We could ask someone else to help."

"Who the hell wants two teenage girls with them 24/7? Huh?" Scottie pushed her sister away.

"We do," Said Sam's voice coming from the street. Scottie ran over to him and let the tears flow.

The three of them walked back to the Impala, down the road.

Dean's window was down and Scottie found the opportunity. She slapped him in the face.

"Scottie!" Sam grabbed her arm and held it behind her.

"Don't you dare pull that stunt again, you son of a bitch," Scottie growled at Dean.

Dean smirked again, "Glad we're on the same page. I wouldn't dream of it."

The End.