Coffee...
AN: "Imagine the Winchesters meeting you, a hunter, due to a disturbance from your past headed your way...
The bell rings. I get up, a little irritated at the disturbance. I open the door.
"Yes?" Two guys in suits are in front of me. One is shorter than the other. He's broad shouldered, chiseled. The Tall one is a little behind. He's got beautiful, long hair, and a pair shining eyes. I am slightly taken back.
"Excuse me Mam, are you Miss Linn?" The shorter one asks.
"Yes. I am. Who is asking?" I asked them. They are dressed like the law enforcement. But something's quite amiss. I'm on alert mode.
"The FBI mam. I'm Agent Denver and this is Agent Lawrence." the taller one answers.
FBI? I'm – intrigued, confused, and tensed.
"Can we come in?" He asks again.
"Sure." I move aside to let them in. I walk to the kitchen under the pretense of getting them water and slip my little pistol in my pocket. "What brings you by, Agents?" I ask. We are all seated in the living room now.
"We wanted to ask you a few questions about the fire at your old summer house."
I immediately stiffened. "Why, Agent? Is this related to any other case?" I inquire.
"In a way. Do you know what happened there?"
"I do." I knew the whole truth. But what truth were these two looking for?
You see, my parents were on a hunt. And they were followed to summer house by demons. My parents fought, but the demons set fire to the house. My mother didn't get out.
"Were you there?" The tall guy asks.
"I- Agent-
"Just call me Sam." He answers. He smiles, trying to make me comfortable. I have dealt with FBI before, on hunts. But his smile was sincere.
"Okay, well, Sam, I wasn't there. I can tell you what my father told me and the police before- before he died." The other guy is walking around, scoping out the house.
"My parents were spending time at the summer house. I was at my grandpa's. The hospital called us, when they recovered my father. He told the police that the generator behind the house caught fire. My parents didn't wake before the whole house was on fire. It was small cottage, it burned quickly. My mother called 911, but she got stuck inside. My father was pulled out, but help was too late." I relate the whole tale, rehearsed for the police for a long time now. And it still hurts.
They look at each other. "We're sorry for your loss, Miss -" The other guys speaks.
"Oh, please, Rachel." I tell him.
"Rachel. Where are your parents buried?" He asks, a little cautiously.
That sends off a bulb in my head. Mostly this is asked only by Hunters. If they both are hunters that means there has been a similar demon attack, or some other supernatural activity at the old burn site. I decide to go check the place out.
"Why would you like to know that?"
"Oh, just curious that's all." He replies. They are both looking at me pointedly waiting for an answer. This increases my suspicions that they are hunters.
"My Father was cremated." I answer. "And your mother?" Sam asks.
"Her body was never found. The fire roared on for six hours." I tell them. It is the truth. Gramps thought that it burnt to crisp, since the fire was kind of like hellfire.
The boys are very worried about something, which means I should be worried about something. "Agent, do you mind telling me which case is this exactly related to?" I ask.
"Nothing much, just some anomalies being checked." Sam answers me. They both stand up. I think about telling them, but I'm still not sure they are hunters. I could be wrong.
There is another reason. Me and gramps, we had hunted down every demon that had been there that night. If we had missed one, that was my target. Not theirs.
They both walked out. I couldn't resist checking out Sam. He was cute. He hands me a card. "Please call me if there is anything you can tell us, or just need help or something." "Sure, Sam." I nod and they walk to a car. I can't make it out, but it sure purrs sweetly.
Half hour later, I am at the old house. The ruin stands out against the moonlight. I cover my tracks well.
I see nothing suspicious. I do smell some sulfur. But after all this is demon attack area.
I drive back home. I did think the forest behind had something, but it could easily be animals. I'm not convinced, but I have to get back before it gets too late.
I'm still debating whether to call Sam. Maybe I could find out if he's really a hunter. I could call him right now. But maybe I should take this slow. Talk to him over coffee or something.
I call him. "hello?" his smooth voice answers. "Sam? This is Rachel. You came over today, with your partner." I tell him. "Oh, Yes."
"I was wondering if you could meet me for coffee tomorrow." I ask him directly.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks. "Well, frankly, I just wanted to ask you out for a cup of coffee." I tell him, little blushing.
There is a few seconds silence. "Um- I guess that's okay." He says. I feel like a schoolgirl. "I'll text you the address and the time, okay?" "Sure."
Just then, the window of the living room crashes. Someone must have broken in. "Hey, Rachel- "gotta go, Sam!" I hang up. I hope he didn't hear.
I walk out to the living room, the gun in my hand.
And I see the impossible.
Mother. "Hello Rach."
"Mother?" I stutter. My gun is still pointed at her.
"Not exactly, My dear." My mother stands there, smiling twistedly. And I know it's not my mother. It's just a demon, who stole my mother's body years ago.
"You're the Demon who escaped." I say.
"Yes. I couldn't have you recognize this meat-suit and ruin the fun now. And it's so great to see you again, my child." She sneers at me.
"I am not your child." I say through gritted teeth. My temper is rising, and I know I must control it to get out alive. "Why are you here, now? You could have killed me a long time ago. You were the back-up that day, weren't you? The day I killed your comrades?"
"You did me a favor. Those guys were getting boring anyway. I arrived, and saw that they were dead, I just took the benefit and skipped town." She sits down on the couch, crossing her legs.
"So what are you doing here?" I ask again.
"I'm being followed. So of course I ran to the safe house here."
"Who's on your ass?" I ask.
"There's two boys, hunters, just like yourself and your late parents. Those abominable Winchesters."
"I've heard that name." I say. I try to small talk, my gun still in my hand. I haven't moved an inch from the kitchen doorway.
"Of course. They're kind of hunter celebrities, aren't they?" She spits as she speaks. "And you met them. Although they may not have introduced themselves. You see, they know your mother is a demon. Probably think you're one too. And you just asked one out, didn't you?" She looks at me, glaring.
I realize then why those two Agents were asking me questions about my parents. They wanted to know what happened to My mother. They must have seen her do something.
"I will ask you just one more time, and then I won't ask anymore. What do you want from me here?" I speak.
"I just wanted to know what they told you, sweetheart. You can do your mamma a favor, can't you? Unless you want mamma to kill you?" she says.
"I've heard enough." I say, and I aim the gun at her heart.
"Guns and salt rounds don't kill me, baby. Didn't your Gramps teach you anything? Oh that's right, he didn't have much time, did he?" She says, scathingly.
"He did teach me." I say, angry. "This gun doesn't have salt rounds. It has wooden bullets. With pentagrams carved on them. It won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead." I sneer back at her.
She waves her hand and I'm knocked down on the floor. The gun is still in my hand luckily. I move backwards and try to stand up. Just then, shots are fired at me. She must have a gun or found one of mine. I do die by these guns. I run to take cover at the breakfast bar while I trace her footsteps coming nearer to the kitchen.
Just then I hear another crash of glass and some more footsteps. It seems like there is more than one person outside. I get up cautiously, to see two male figures aiming at a figure, which seemed to be my mother's.
The men turn around, and I see Sam and the other guy standing in front of me. I have heard of the Winchester name, but I don't know their names.
The boys notice the gun in my hand. "Are you okay?" Sam asks. I nod, and take in the status of the room. Most of my window is smashed up; all furniture is haywire, and no sign of mother.
"We lost her." The other guys says, checking out the area outside the broken window. "Did she run away?" I ask. "Yes. She did." Sam said.
I sit down on the couch, tired and a little drained. It is a shock, and it's finally catching up with me. I feel my head weighing on me. "Hey, are you okay, are you fainting?" Sam sits beside me, checking me for fever and other vital signs. I don't need it, but I let him, to buy me time to think.
"Try to calm down, Rachel. I'll explain everything to you. I know it's confusing to see your mother stand before you like this." Sam says, while the other guy secures the area.
"What happened? What is going on?" I ask both of them. I feel calmer now, although I'm still reeling. "Your mother is no longer herself, Rachel. I know you won't believe us, but she's a demon." Sam explains. I stare at them, as though they were joking. Don't they understand I know it already?
The other guy speaks before I can. "I know you think we're both crazy, but you have gotta believe us when we say demons are real." Before he can say anything else, I have to speak.
"When I asked you what is going on, I meant why are you hunting the demon who's wearing my dead mother's meat-suit. Yes, I know all about monsters. I'm a hunter for god's sake. My parents were hunters, my Gramps too." I speak without a breath.
They both look shocked. Their faces are confused, and they exchange comical looks. The whole situation curves my lips into a half-smile. Makes me feel better. I stand up, trying to stay steady.
"Whoa, hey there," the other guy, holds my hand as I sway a little. "I'm fine um-
"Dean."
"So you are Sam and Dean Winchester. The celebrity hunters." I say. They both smirk.
"Yup. Guilty as charged. Although you could have told us you were a hunter earlier. Didn't need to make a fool out of us." Dean says. "It was fun watching your reaction." I say.
"What do we do now?" Sam asks.
Neither Dean nor I have any idea. We shake our heads.
Sam and dean think it isn't a good idea for me to stay alone until we got to the bottom of this. I think so too, so I invite them both to take up the spare bedroom of the house.
The next morning, I wake early, and I head to the kitchen for some coffee. But as I walk in, I see Sam already has two cups of coffee prepared. "You know, when I said I wanted to have a coffee with you, I didn't see it happening like this." I say.
He turns around to look at me. He looks so radiant in the morning. He smiles and I'm knocked out of my senses. Nobody should be ALLOWED to look that gorgeous when they have just woken up. I smile back at him, and accept the cup of coffee that he pushes at me.
"Actually, I should be worried. You ask me for a cup of coffee but get me to stay the night before. That's stalking, I think." He says, sipping from his cup. His hair falls around his face, making it feel like a mane of a lion. I shake my head to clear out these thoughts again.
"You're big boy. You can take care of yourself, should any situation arise." I say, smirking a little. "What will I do if you decide to play it rough, huh?" I ask him, and I move towards the sink, little nearer to him.
I drop my cup in the sink and am about to move away, when suddenly Sam's body is covering mine from behind me, pinning me to kitchen-station.
"Let's find out if you can take care of yourself." He whispers, his lips moving against my ear. His large hands run over mine, covering them with his. He moves closer, second by second, leaving no gap between me and him or me and the counter.
His fingers clasp mine; and he plants a kiss on both of my cheeks. I'm blushing more than I have ever in my lifetime. Suddenly, I withdraw my hands and myself from his clasp by sitting down abruptly and crawling out.
"See? I can take care of myself." I say, as I move towards the breakfast bar, walking backwards, facing Sam, and staring into his eyes.
Sam mirrors my movements, walking towards me until my back hits the breakfast bar, and Sam is close to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifts me and puts me down on the bar. His face is so close; so close. And then, suddenly, his lips crash on mine.
Oh, the pure bliss of the moment! I have never had such an intense kiss before. It's so exhilarating I can almost hear my heartbeat out loud.
"Ahm-hm," I hear throat clearing. Oh Good, Dean's here. I and Sam are in a very awkward position; my legs are pretty much wrapped around him, and his hands are way too inside my shirt, which is almost undone. He quickly covers me while I button up the shirt.
"Dean, what is it?" Sam asks him, a little exasperated. We're both irritated, I see.
Dean is laughing. That cheeky devil I swear. He walks out of the room, "I'm sorry, don't let me disturb you. You looked like you were having a lot of fun."
"We were. You butted in." I say, bluntly. Sam and me, we're once again alone in the kitchen. "Hmm, it was fun." Sam says, giving me a peck on my cheek, before he walks out to his brother. I smile, dazed, and follow.