Unknown POV
The subject of his hunt stood two shelves ahead of him, and he could just make out her form through the books. The man rounded towards the door and left the quiet (Emerson) library. Turning back to look at the girl one last time, his eyes flashed a vivid yellow.
I slammed my head down onto the hard cover of my Psychology textbook and sighed. Why had I even taken this class?! I'm a Criminal Justice major for god sake! Well, I mean I guess it could maybe help a little for future cases and such, but at the moment it really didn't seem worth the trouble. With the extra work/study load for finals, plus the lack of sleep due to nightmares, I was running on the last of my energy.
Dragging a hand down my face, I rubbed my tired eyes and headed to the kitchen to get a coffee. A beer certainly wouldn't keep me awake at the moment. Leaning against the counter I jumped about a foot in the air and reached for my knife when the phone rang. Feeling relief flood my body, I didn't bother checking the caller ID before I picked up.
"Hello? Who's calling at," I glanced at my watch quickly,"3 AM?" The voice that replied made me freeze.
"Rose! Please let me talk before you hang up this time! You really need to come home. It's a... Job. It's not safe for you anymore. Come back to where you belong." I growled under my breath.
"Dad, I haven't spoken to or seen you in 4 years for a reason. I have an actual life now, and I don't plan on leaving it anytime soon. For you to make something up just to get me to come home and do one of your fucking jobs for you is sick and twisted. If you really wanted to actually see me and not just do your dirty work, you would come in visit. Don't call this number again." I hung up quickly, trying to control the anger running through me.
Sighing, I dumped the rest of my coffee down the sink and reached in the fridge for a beer. As soon as I had grabbed it, the phone rang again, causing me to slam my head on the fridge.
"Who in Gods name is this!?" I growled out.
"Aww Rosie that's no way to answer the phone." I paled. It was the voice of the man who had been trailing me for the past week. Based on what little detail I had on him so far, there was a high chance it was a demon. Steeling myself, I took a deep breath.
"Who are you and what do you want? I can tell you right now if you are what I think you are, I will send you straight back to the fiery pit you came from." I said threateningly. I was so not in the mood for this.
"I'd like to see you try. Now lets get down to business. My offer still stands, and it will until the end of the week. When that time is up, I'll get what I want from you whether it be willingly or not." He laughed out. I rubbed my forehead attempting to ease the growing headache.
"I believe you already know my answer. Now leave me the fuck alone." Mr. Creepy-Stalker-Guy gave a long suffering sigh.
"You and Sammy are so alike." I pulled the phone away from my ear, confused.
"Who the hell is Sammy?" I asked, but he had already hung up.
Dean POV
"Dean, I need you to listen carefully. I'm going on a hunting trip. I'll be gone for a while. Don't look for me, don't let anyone know I'm gone. You got that?" I nodded, used to these orders.
"Now, if I'm gone for more than a week I want you to go find Sam. I don't care what it takes, you keep him safe alright?" I turned sharply to look at my Dad.
"Wait, what? Dad we haven't seen him in four years. He's not exactly going to come easily." He sighed.
"I know. Do what you can. Now your going to hate me for this if you don't already. Sam probably more so." I glared at him suspiciously.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat at the kitchen chair of the shitty hole in the wall we were staying in now.
"Rachel." At that word my head was filled with memories long buried and I stumbled back into the counter holding my head. Shaking it to clear my thoughts, I rounded on him.
"Son of a Bitch! What was that? And who the hell is in my head?!" I practically growled. He looked down, not meeting my eyes.
"Your sister and Sam's twin. I need you to find her."
Rose's POV
Three days later (Tuesday), I hurried to my Psychology class for my final exam. If I got there a few minutes early I would be able to ask some questions. Slinging my bag further on my shoulder, I passed some idiot leaning against his classic car.
When I passed, out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance at a picture and jog to catch up to me. Nervously, I sped up, seeing the building about 30 feet away.
"Rachel! Rachel wait." My steps faltered as I paled. No. Not that name. I had left it all behind for a reason. If it was another freaking demon, I wasn't about to be the one to deal with it. I began to jog a little faster. Almost there- I felt his hand fall onto my shoulder, preventing me from moving any further.
"Rachel? Dude seriously turn around." I took a deep breath and slowly turned to face him while reaching into my pocket for a vial of holy water. Cautiously, I looked up at him. Strong jaw, short hair, a little scruff and green eyes. He was the same height as me, but he looked like he had a bit more muscle, meaning he would overpower me easily. Overall he looked normal, but that's what they all looked like while wearing a meat suit.
"I haven't been called that name in a VERY long time. What do you want?" I asked, distracting him while I pulled the stopper of the bottle. He sighed.
"I'm-," before he could get anymore out, I splashed him with the blessed water and backed away quickly. He rolled his eyes and spat out the water in his mouth.
"Well at least you know how to defend yourself. Dean Winchester. I think you might want to hear what I have to say." I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Sorry Kid, but I've got a final to get to. So bye, have a- well I would say long happy life but that's unlikely if I am correct about my assumption of your career choice-, and forget I ever existed. It's better this way." Before he could convince me otherwise, I had turned and hurried into the building without a backwards glance.