Blood trickled from Sam's mouth, as he lay unconscious on the floor of the abandoned warehouse. The group of vampires began stringing him up as a snack later as Dean struggled against the chains wrapped around his arms. He couldn't believe these leeches had outsmarted him.
"C'mon Sammy, wake up," he whispered to himself as he struggled against the chains keeping him secured to the chair. The leader of the nest smirked at him as he retracted his fangs.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting to catch the two of you? Do you know how satisfying it's going to be to let my nest bleed the Winchesters dry?" his stringy black hair hung lifelessly in his face as he examined his meal.
"When I get out of here I'm going to kill every last one of you," Dean responded with a grin. His green eyes twinkled in the dim light of the warehouse. The leader laughed and walked away. Dean looked around for anything to use as a lock pick when suddenly he spotted a woman making her way toward them silently. She was blonde and fairly slender, and was carrying what looked like a samurai sword. He raised an eyebrow and watched as she silently made her way over to the group of vampires. She made eye contact with Dean quickly, and then before he could react, she had taken the heads clean off three vampires with the flick of the sword. Another swish of the sword sent more heads flying. The remaining members of the nest fled as she flicked the blood off the blade then turned to smile at Dean.
"Hey there, sailor," she grinned and walked over, picking the lock on the chain that held his hands. He stood up and rubbed his wrists.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the girl who just saved your ass," she replied, walking over to Sam and cutting him down.
"No…no, I mean who are you, what's your name?" he asked again, kneeling beside Sam to make sure he was okay.
"My name is Eva, I'm a hunter, and judging by the hot car parked outside, you're Dean Winchester…and that must be Sam," she put the sword away and helped him get Sam to his feet.
"Why did you help us?" Sam said groggily as he rubbed his head.
"Why wouldn't I help you?" she gave the two men a puzzled look, tilting her head slightly to the right.
"Well we usually rub people the wrong way, I guess you could say," Dean's grumbled as the three of them walked out of the warehouse. Eva grinned at him.
"You clearly haven't met the right people," she stated simply walking over to her own car. Dean's eyes lit up when he saw the orange 1969 Mercury Cougar sitting a few feet away from his baby. Eva opened the trunk to put her weapons away as Dean circled the car. He was speechless. Sam rolled his eyes and got in the passenger seat of the Impala.
"This is a beautiful car," he said to himself, running a hand through his hair. Eva smiled then grimaced.
"Isn't she?…Ugh gross, is there blood in my hair? I hate getting blood in my hair, it's such a bitch to get out."
"A little, yeah," Dean replied, snapping out of the trance the classic car had put him in. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Is there something wrong?"
"You got a last name, Eva?" he prodded her. Sam got out of the Impala and walked over to his brother; the concern on his face growing, as he got closer to his brother and the strange woman who saved their lives just minutes earlier.
"I'll tell you what," she sighed and folded her arms, "you guys find me a hot shower and a warm bed and I'll tell you everything you want to know…Even though you aren't going to like it, and I can guarantee you'll want to string me up and try to exorcise me ten ways from Sunday."
"Your NAME," Sam raised his voice and Dean folded his arms. She rubbed her eyes.
"Singer. Eva Singer."
"What?" Dean replied, raising an eyebrow and stepping forward to either study or punch her, she wasn't sure.
"Singer…Singer as in Bobby Singer?" Sam asked, walking forward to stand next to Dean. Eva nodded, examining her fingernails.
"I told you, you weren't going to like it," she said simply, "you wanna get me that hot shower and a warm bed now? Or do I need to go find a room now after saving your sorry asses?"
"If you're related to Bobby, why don't we know about you?" Dean snarled. She raised and eyebrow and got in Dean's face.
"He didn't know about me," she snapped, "So where are we on the shower?" Sam pulled Dean aside, studying the blonde.
"What if she's telling the truth?" Sam spoke quietly. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at her. He certainly found her attractive but that didn't mean he could trust her. He pulled the hunting knife from his jacket pocket and swiftly grabbed her, holding the knife to her throat.
"I want the truth. No bullshit or this doesn't end well for you," Dean tightened his grip on her. She whimpered softly but didn't struggle against him. Sam held his hands out in attempt to calm Dean down.
"Maybe we should get Cas to check it out," he said coolly. Dean looked from his brother to the strange woman and let her go.
"Alright," he pulled his phone from his jeans and began to dial when the angel suddenly appeared.
"Holy shit," Eva said to herself, staring at the angel. His battered trench coat fluttered slightly in the breeze.
"This woman is telling the truth, Dean," Castiel nodded at her, reassuring Dean that she was in fact being completely honest with the two men. Sam stared at her for a moment while Dean collected himself, running a hand through his hair.
"Sooo….shower? Warm bed? I'll even buy the beers," she smiled a little, a small dimple appearing on her left cheek. Sam nodded with a small smile.
"You got a deal," he replied and climbed into the driver's seat of the Impala.
"What do you think you're doing?" Dean asked his brother.
"Someone's got to direct her to the bunker," he grinned and sped off. Eva grinned and got in the orange muscle car.
"Going my way then, boys?" she winked. Castiel climbed into the back of the car, followed by Dean getting in the passenger seat. She started the car and cranked the music, the sounds of Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil" nearly deafening Castiel. Dean grinned to himself, examining the interior of the car as they sped off after Sam. He wasn't sure about this girl but one thing was for sure. She had great taste in cars and music, and the connection to his surrogate father was enough for him to attempt to trust her, even if she was a stranger to them, he owed it to Bobby to give her a chance.