'Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.' William Shakespeare
Kerrie didn't always lose her temper, but when she did, it was quite impressive.
Shrugging her black leather jacket over her shoulders, she tossed her flaming red hair back and strode into the bar.
'Back in Black' was blasting from the speakers, and one of the guys sitting at the bar glanced back at her, his eyes skimming her up and down. In tight black jeans, Timberland boots and a black tank under her jacket, she looked like she gave less than a fuck. And right now, boy, was that true.
Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the interior of the room and she zeroed in on her target in a matter of seconds.
"Hey asshole!" she yelled, stomping over to the plaid-clad form in the corner, who was sipping beer with his redneck buddies.
"Oh hey lookie here, we got ourselves a firecracker, boys," a mullet-bearing, nearly toothless one slurred.
"You'll get yourself the rest of those teeth knocked out if you don't shut the fuck up," she shot back, smiling sweetly.
The guy she had been originally talking to turned to her, putting his mug down. "What do ya want, Ker?"
"This," she replied quietly, and punched him in the face. His head smashed against the wall and his face landed into his plate of fries. The entire bar quieted down, and Brian Johnson's voice blared about being 'back'.
The two guys at the bar swirled in their seats and stared at Kerrie. She turned and caught the eye of the blonde, slightly shorter one. Smirking, she winked, and sauntered out of the joint.
"Dean," the taller one said, turning to his brother.
"Huh?" Dean's mouth was stuck in a stupid grin, and his eyes had glazed over.
"Dude, snap out of it," Sam laughed, punching his brother in the arm.
"Man, that girl was seriously badass," Dean said, shaking his head with a smile.
The sounds of a motorcycle revving up were audible, and Dean jumped to his feet.
"I bet you 100 bucks that's her bike!" and sped outside.
Sam sighed, threw some money on the bar, and grabbed the bag, hurrying after his older brother. What are you doing now, Dean? We don't have time to chase girls.
Kerrie's foot was lifting off the ground to drive away as Dean stumbled outside and yelled, "Hey!"
She sighed, turned the engine off, and parked the bike. Swinging her leg over to the other side, she stood up and took her helmet off, letting her hair swing loose across her shoulders.
"Did you want something, Winchester?" she asked, deadpan.
Dean opened his mouth, and then closed it, frowning. Sam walked up behind him and regarded Kerrie with suspicion. "How do you know who we are?"
She rolled her eyes. "I just do," she replied, making the crease between Sam's eyebrows increase. She made an annoyed sound and continued, "What do you want me to say? You want me to tell you 'oh everyone knows who you are, guys, please let me ogle you because you're so sexy with your super hunting skills'? Because that's not going to happen. Sorry," she finished, shrugging.
"But you still think I'm sexy, right?" Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"That would be the only part you heard," she snapped, shaking her head. "I'm in a bit of a hurry," she added, uncrossing her arms and gesturing to her bike. "Did you want something, or are we making idle chit-chat for no reason?"
"Bit of a hurry meaning... What exactly?" Dean inquired, suddenly curious and loads more serious.
Kerrie rolled her eyes again, and pulled up the sleeve of her jacket to glance at her watch, tapping her foot impatiently. "A job," she replied snidely. "Something you should consider acquiring."
"O-ho, look at her, Sammy, she's got a vocabulary," Dean snickered.
"What kind of job?" Sam asked suddenly, eyeing the gun strap at Kerrie's side for the first time.
"I suppose it's along the lines of what you guys call a job," she shrugged, inspecting her red nails for chipping.
"You're a hunter?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Oh, I don't like that word," she replied nonchalantly. "I like to think of myself as a pest exterminator."
Dean chuckled. "That's real cute," he said sarcastically. Kerrie and Dean held eye contact for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Sam cleared his throat. "There's a job here?" he asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes," Kerrie replied, tossing her hair back, inspecting her nails again. Glancing up, she added, "I was on my way to something bigger, but I figured I'd stop by and take care of some business here."
"What are you hunting?" Dean asked, now thoroughly curious.
Kerrie raised her green eyes to look at him, and smiled knowingly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
She started to get back on her bike, then paused. A guy stalked out of the bar, coming straight toward them. His eyes were pitch black.
"Boys, get down," Kerrie said calmly, grinning wildly, then she whipped her gun out, firing a round into the demon's chest. The bullets flew by Sam's head as he ducked.
The possessed man shuddered, his body sparked twice, then he dropped to the ground like a stone - an effect very familiar to the boys.
Sliding the gun back into its holster, Kerrie turned to look at the Winchesters, who were staring at her in shock.
"Can we please move past the 'holy shit your gun kills demons, what the hell, no pun intended'crap?" she asked sweetly.
"Okay," Dean said, frowning, shaking his head, "But anyways, yeah, what the hell?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she replied, batting her eyelashes. "Troubled childhood, all that."
"Wait, Sam, we gotta be careful. Remember the last person we met who had a demon-killing weapon?" Dean said to Sam quietly, his hand reaching down to his own gun.
Kerrie rolled her eyes. "Do ahead, drench me in holy water. Coincidentally, I have been wanting to go skinny dipping," she added with a wicked smile.
Dean smirked. "You don't say," he muttered quietly, giving her a smoldering look.
"I see you rolling your eyes, Sammy," Kerrie called out, not breaking eye contact with Dean.
Suddenly, a stream of water was pitched at her and she found herself wiping it out of her eyes. "Sam," Kerrie growled. "Do you know how long it takes to get my hair to stay straight in the morning? Oh my bad you probably do, considering how luscious yours is."
Dean chuckled. "She's got you figured out, Sammy. And she's not a demon, so we can continue staring at her."
Kerrie pushed her hair back and out of her eyes. "Don't you mean checking me out?" she said suggestively, grinning.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, and Kerrie held up her hand. "Yeah, that demon was the thing I was hunting."
Sam frowned. "So this whole time we've been talking to you..." Sam began.
"Yeah, I used you guys. Sorry. I was counting on you to come outside," she smirked, shrugging, "The demon likes to strike when it thinks you're busy. Good thing I wasn't, really," she added with an impish grin.
"Okay, woman, you're gonna have to start giving us some real answers, pronto," Dean said in a huff, crossing his arms.
"Alright, fine," Kerrie replied simply. "Now that my job here's done, I guess I have a few hours to spare. I'll follow you guys to your motel on my bike."
The guys turned to go to the Impala, then Kerrie called out. "Oh, by the way, Dean, don't you need these?" and dangled his car keys.
"What? How?" Dean sputtered. Sam muffled a laugh.
Kerrie tossed the keys to Dean, put her helmet back on, and replied, "Just drive, sweetheart."
