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This house wasn't so bad. Yeah, it wasn't the greatest, or even nice. Okay it sucked. The musty smell was almost completely overwhelming to the senses, but for now it would have to do. Angels wanted me dead. Demons wanted my head on a stake. I know, kind of graphic, right? What can you expect from demons though? I walked over to my bag, retrieving my sleeping bag. I rolled it out on the floor near a wall. The finishing touch was a salt line around the bag, hoping that whatever was after me wouldn't be able to get through both salt lines I had laid out. It was getting late, but I needed to make sure all the angel warding was correct. It was. The devil's traps at the doors were intact, and every salt line in the windows and the doors were unbroken. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get a few hours sleep tonight. Unlikely, but one can hope and dream.
Just as I was able to close my eyes, bright lights flashed through the windows, and the loud purr of an old car engine pulled up the driveway. This can't be good. The engine cut out, and I heard doors slam. Not good. So much for sleep. I hunker down in my sleeping bag, hoping that whatever, or whoever was outside would pass by. For someone like me, there was no such good luck, as the picking of the front lock rung out in the near silence. I grabbed my gun with one hand, and my knife with the other.
Now since both angels and demons were after me, you would assume that I would have something of importance that both sides want. I don't. I'm just an abomination, born of demon and angel. I may be an abomination, but with my lineage, it granted me a few abilities. Hiding myself from intruders being one of them. The door creaked open as the intruders successfully picked the lock. The first one in the door was a very, very good looking man, a manly man. The other one, a sasquatch, taller than the first man. He was also good looking. I'm still a girl, I can check people out, even if they were most likely after me.
"What is with the salt lines?" the shorter man asked. His eyes wandered around, noticing all the salt I laid out.
"And the angel warding." the sasquatch remarked, his eyes looking at the symbols I masterfully painted all over the place.
"No wonder Cas couldn't come in." the shorter man remarked.
The men began searching the house, coming closer and closer to where I was hiding. They had their flashlights pointed above their guns, which were aimed and cocked, a precaution. I couldn't blame them for that. They were getting too close. I needed to do something.
"Stop." I yelled, the men froze, looking for me. I was still hidden from them.
"Who's there?" the sasquatch questioned, making jerky movements with his gun, searching for me.
"Come out now, and no one gets hurt." the shorter man remarked, also making the jerky movements with his gun.
The jig was up. I revealed myself to them, their guns instantly pointing in my direction. I shielded my eyes from the bright flashlights.
"Geez. Can those be any brighter." I remarked, and the men stopped pointing their flashlights at me, but their guns were trained on me. "I thought that no one was going to get hurt."
"Who are you?" the shorter man barked out, his deep voice startling.
"Well, I'd like to know who you two are." I replied. "I don't normally don't give out my name to any yahoo who comes barging through the door." I tried to move towards the door, but the shorter man squeezed the trigger a little tighter, so I stopped.
"I'm Dean," Dean motioned toward the other man, "That's Sam. There. Introductions are over with. Now who are you?" Dean barked.
"Taylor. But if you're here, then you already know who I am." I replied. There was someone else outside. An angel. "You can tell your friend to come inside now."
This tidbit of information surprised both Dean and Sam, but Dean's expression quickly hardened. "You know why he can't come in here."
I smiled. I knew why he couldn't come in, but now I had some leverage on the situation. "If you lower your guns, I'll remove the warding so he can enter. I'm sure you want some angel backup with someone like me in here."
That I guess really surprised them, because they lowered their guns. With a wave of my hand all of the symbols I had drawn earlier were gone. A man sporting a trench coat, and a haphazard tie walked in the door.
"Castiel." I knowingly stated.
"Taylor." the angel addressed me with a nod. "I assume you know why I'm here." A silver blade slid into his hand from his sleeve.
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