After a mysterious demon draws blood from both Sam and Dean something weird happens…
"Sam will you stop worrying about that damn demon, it's gone and not coming back." Dean sighed looking over to Sam.
"What kind of demon sticks you with its fingernail's, swallows the blood, and then spits it out?" Sam questioned Dean flipping through their dad's journal.
"I told you that thing didn't spit in my car." Dean said in a know-it-all tone.
"I'm telling you the demon did something. When have you known a demon to pull a kamikaze if it wasn't working for someone?" Sam said matching Dean's voice.
"First of all 'college boy' I've never known a demon to commit suicide and second he was probably dying to get another taste of me and knew it wasn't gonna happen."
"Excuse me, Dean and Sam could you stop fighting?" a female voice asked from the back seat with Dean putting the brakes down hard.
Dean turned to see who was behind them.
"Who the hell are you?"
The woman appeared to be around eighteen. She had dark brown hair and purple eyes. She looked as though she was thinking of how to answer his question.
"Hell, um no. That demon was one of the few good ones and I was sent to help. Don't worry I know every thing you know so no speeding me up on things. By the way whose idea was it to give me double D's?"
Sam pulled out a gun from under his seat and put it to her head.
"You still haven't told us your name."
The girl put her hands up to her chest and waved them back and forth.
"I was just created out of you two so I'm thinking about Deana or Samantha. So if you want to point that gun somewhere else Sammy whammy."
Dean looked up and down at her.
"I'm guessing that you didn't come with clothes?"
She looked herself up and down too.
"Wow I guess not. That's just one of the good things about me."
Sam looked over to Dean who was still eyeballing her.
"So Samantha, what's the other good thing about you?"
Samantha looked over at Sam her eyes suddenly the color of his.
"I'm the immortal being here to help end this forsaken demons life. Don't get me wrong I have my Achilles heel but a demon won't find it."
"I'm guessing Dean and I won't be finding it either?"
"You're a smart boy Sam. I just wish life was better for you; the same thing for you Dean except for the smart part."
"Go ahead Sam. Shoot her."
"Why, is it because she offended you?"
"I want to see if she's lying."
Sam pulled the trigger on the gun. The bullet went through her head then the entrance and exit wounds closed.
"That gave me a headache. So how far are we from Carmi, Ohio?" Samantha complained rubbing her head.
Dean started the car again. "How'd you know where we were going?"
"I told you I know everything you know. I am made from you. Everything you'd imagine yourself as a girl being."
Sam chuckled a little. "Dean you picture yourself as a girl with large things?"
"Sam if I was a girl I'd be hotter than you'd be."
"Case and point." Samantha backed Dean up.
"How are you made from me?"
"I have Dean's looks and your intelligence, and you're pretty smart with the law and all."
"Would you happen to know what we're doing in Carmi?" Dean asked stopping the car in front of a motel outside of Carmi.
"Well first I need some clothes then we're investigating murders that seem ritualistic. Did I past your test Dean?"
The three walked from the car and out into the motel. "Cash or charge?" the man at the desk asked.
"Cash." Samantha answered before Dean could pull out his card. "How much will a hundred get us?"
"Four nights, would you like some clothes?" the desk man asked. "I have a daughter about your size that went off to college.
"That would be wonderful." Samantha smiled walking into the back room. As she left she pointed to the cash register.