"Mom really? I don't want to say hi to them they creep me out!" The six year old said to her mother as they parked the car in front of a hotel.
"Honey, they saved us from the fire, now let's go." She said as she climbed out of the car and her daughter had no choice but to follow her. They checked in with the security guard and went up the stairs. When they got to the second floor they went down the hall till the last door. She knocked on the door and a few seconds later a kid about five years old opened the door. Semi long hair and brown eyes wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.
"Hey Sam is your daddy home?"
"He's at a job."
"And your brother?"
"He's at school." Said Sam then his eyes met with the little girl and she hastily looked away.
"Well then you can't stay here by your self." The mom said as she walked in. The daughter stood by the door way still until the mother looked back. "Ares why are you still by the door come in."
Ares walked inside and Sam closed the door. There were books all over the floor and as Ares walked around them she noticed drawings of strange creatures. Some she recognized because of movies; vampires, werewolf, fairies, and demons. Then very quickly Sam began closing the books and putting them away.
"Sam have you had breakfast yet?"
"No."
"Well then we'll prepare some breakfast, Ares go to the fridge and see if there's eggs." Ares walked to the fridge and took out a small box of eggs. Ten minutes later they were sitting at a table eating pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Sam do you know when your dad is coming back?"
"No, sometimes he's gone for days." At that moment the door opened and Sam's dad walked in, almost six feet tall, dark hair and brown eyes. Ares' mom stood up and greeted the man.
"Mr. Winchester sorry for intruding in your house like this but we brought some food to thank you for saving us from the fire and since young Sam hadn't had breakfast yet we made some. I hope you don't mind."
"It's alright thank you for taking care of Sam for a while." He said as he threw his duffle bag on the couch. Sam why don't you and Ares go to your room and play for a while."
"Yes, sir." Sam answered and both kids left to the bedroom. Once they were out of hearing he turned to Ares' mother.
"So why are you really here Angela?" he asked as he sat down.
"John you know that fire wasn't an accident it was the same demon that killed your wife." She said as she sat down on the chair again. "He defidenlty doesn't want me to use the spells to find him. He made sure to burn every single ingredient I needed to track him down. If I try again he'll kill me and Ares, I can't let that happen."
"Angela I need to find him."
"Well then you'll have to do it the old fashion way I'm not endangering my daughter or myself." She said and John sighed.
In the bedroom Ares was playing chess with Sam and she was getting bored.
"Sammy this is boring…lets do something else." She whined.
"Like what I don't have any toys."
"I have these," she said as she took out some cards.
"Poker? Do you even know how to play?"
"Of course, mom taught me how to play. Did your dad teach you?"
"Yes."
"Then lets play. And if I win…I get to keep that." She said, pointing at a necklace on the floor. It was medium sized with a cross and the Star of David intertwined between it and a dragon on each side.
"I don't remember that necklace…" He said in as they started playing.
"Are you sure about this Angela?" John asked her.
"Yes, I need to lay low for a while." She said as she stood up. She looked at the clock and saw it was two. "I'll call you when I've settled somewhere."
"Ares time to go home." Angela called as she opened the door to Sam's room and found Sam and Ares fast asleep on the floor and poker cards on the floor. "Poker…honestly John and I should have never taught these kids how to play. She bent down and picked Sam up and placed him on his bed. She picked up the poker cards and left them in the nightstand before picking Ares up. She heard the door open and when she came out to the living room she saw Dean putting his back pack on the floor.
"Hello Dean."
"Hi." He looked at Ares and tilted his head to the side. "That's a nice necklace she's holding."
Confused Angela looked at Ares' hand and true enough Ares was holding the necklace she'd won from Sam.
"Where did she get that? Is it yours?" she asked Dean and he shook his head.
"Hm, maybe Sam gave it to her. Well good-bye Dean." She looked at John and nodded. "Good-bye John."
"Take care Angela." With those final words John watched as Angela left. Both adults not realizing this would the last time they would ever see each other again.
Sixteen Years Later.
"Ares come on!" Amy called to her friend who was still looking at a book in the mythology section. Ares looked up from the book toward her friend.
"Amy the party isn't till nine and it's barely three. Honestly you are too much of a party girl."
"Well you are such a book worm. Why do you even take those mythology and demonology classes. Those things don't exist unless you wanna be a nun and you work here why you don't just take it.
"Nuns have nothing to do with Mythology you idiot and just because I work here don't mean I get to have things for free." Ares rolled her eyes at her best friend. She closed the book and took it to the cash register. After paying for it her and Amy left the book store and bumped into a tall man. He was roughly six feet, dark brown hair and eyes and his face looked roughly familiar to Ares.
"Sorry sir." The man was going to answer her until he looked down and saw her necklace, a cross with a Star of David and a dragon on each side.
"Ares." Amy and Ares looked at him suspiciously and Ares' defenses went up.
"Do I know you?"
"We met when you were only six, when your apartment went up in flames." Flames flashed across her vision and recognition passed through her face.
"John Winchester?" John nodded and Ares didn't take her eyes off him as she talked to Amy. "Amy…you go on back to the dorms. I'll catch up to you in a bit."
"Ares are you sure?"
"Yeah I'll be fine. Remember I'm prepared." Amy gave one last look of distrust at John before leaving. When Amy was far away Ares gave John her complete attention and her attitude turned hostile.
"What do you want Winchester?"
"Is that how you greet an old friend of your mother?"
"Screw you; you're no friend of my mother. Why are you here and how did you find me?"
"Bobby." He simply said and Ares cursed. Bobby had so many connections it was almost impossible to hide from him. "He told me about your mother."
"That was years ago, you're a bit late on the condolences. Now what do you want?"
"I'm on a job and I need information."
"Talk to Bobby."
"Bobby and I aren't exactly on speaking terms." John said Ares rolled her eyes. "I'm looking in on a murder case that happened here a few days ago."
"I heard about it and I did some re-search already. It's just a spirit." She motion for him to follow and John followed her to a park. The went to a bench that was far away from the pathway so they wouldn't be over heard. She reached into her back-pack and took out a folder and gave them to John.
"Jake Monte, died in a car crash after a drunk driver hit the car by the front three years ago. He died instantly. The person who was murdered a few days ago was the drunk driver. Nothing special but the spirit might not stop there. Better if you just burn him right away." John stared at her and Ares lifted an eyebrow. "What?"
"If you knew all this why didn't you do it your self? Bobby told me you are a hunter too."
"I was but not anymore. Now go do your job and get out of this town." She said as she closed her back pack and stood up.
"Your mother was a great woman…one of the best psychics I've ever known."
"Yeah but that didn't stop the yellow-eyed demon from burning her alive." She said with a dead tone and walked away. John turned to talk to her but when he looked behind him she had disappeared.
The yellow eyed demon?
"Ares what took you so long and who was that?" Amy asked as Ares threw her backpack on the floor.
"I don't want to talk about it. What I need is a drink." She said as she went to the kitchen and took out a beer.
"Hey don't get drunk until we get to the party." Amy teased as she placed her red hair up in a ponytail. "I'm going to go take a nap. Wake me up in and hour?" Ares shooed her with a dismissive wave of her hand and Amy went to her room. Ares drank as she took out the mythology book and opened it to where she had left off at the book store. But after twenty minutes she couldn't concentrate anymore. She got up and headed to her room. When she walked she went over to her desk and opened up a drawer lifted a notebook opened up the secret panel underneath and took out a journal. The journal of her step father and she opened it to a blank page and started writing details of the monsters she read about today along with her encounter with John Winchester. After her step father died she had taken his journal and began filling it in on her own after she began hunting. When she entered college she had stopped filling it in and only added notes from her classes of demonology and mythology unless some of the information had already been there.
She checked her clock and saw it was time to wake Amy. She closed the journal and placed it back in its secret compartment. Then the lights began to flicker and her necklace got warm to the point it almost burned. Instantly Ares reached under her pillow and took out a gun and unlocking it. She checked the restroom and the closet in the hallway. Then she ran to Amy's room and knocked on the door.
"Amy! Amy wake up!" Usually Amy would tell her to let her hibernate but Ares heard nothing, not even a groan. She slowly opened the door and saw she wasn't in the room.
"Amy?" she called and felt something warm fall on her shoulder. She placed a hand on her shoulder and her palm came away with blood. Her face turned pale as she slowly looked up and saw Amy on the ceiling a deep wound from her chest to her waist and a look of horror on her face.
"Amy?" Ares whispered her voice cracking.
"Run…Ares…" Amy whispered before fire erupted from the ceiling.
"AMY!" she yelled but she ran out the door and ran towards the front door. The door was blocked by a man in a black coat, blond hair and looking like he was in his fifties. Ares stopped and pointed her gun at the man.
"WHO ARE YOU!"
"Come now sweetie, don't tell me you forgot what I look like?" the man said with a smile as his eyes turned yellow. Ares gripped the gun tighter but her eyes burned with hatred.
"You!" she hissed.
"You should know it's never easy to get rid of me." He stepped towards her and her necklace began to heat up again and this time it glowed. Ares fired her gun but the rock salt bullets were barely making him wince. When her gun ran out of bullets the yellow-eyed demon grabbed her by the throat and lifted her of the ground. Her necklace let out a jet of blinding white light and the yellow-eyed man let her go and disappeared while Ares fell to the ground and passed out. When she woke up she was being shaken awake by a stranger and she took out a knife on instinct.
"Hey hey slow down I ain't gonna hurt yah." He was an old man, late fifties wearing a faded grey shirt and jeans. She looked around and realized she was at a bar, the light shinning through the windows told her it must be dawn and her head was pounding hard against her head.
"Oooowww…" she groaned as on hand came to rest on the side of her head. "Where am I?"
"So you're the black out type. Well sugar you're at a bar."
"I know that…"she groaned. "But where exactly as in state or city."
"You must have drunk a gallon of beer to be that disoriented. Sweetie you are in Oklahoma."
Ares froze and looked at the man incredulously.
"Oklahoma? How in the world did I get from Virginia to Oklahoma in one night?" she yelled but clutched her head again.
"Sugar why don't you sit down before you pass out on me again." The old man said as Ares lowered the knife and let herself be led to a stool.
"Now, why don't you tell me what happened after you came back from your werewolf hunt."
Ares looked up at the man in surprise, then thought about it for a moment and looked around the bar. This wasn't a normal bar where men and women came for booze and a good time. This was a hunter bar.
"I went on a werewolf hunt?"
"What do you remember?" Ares saw the body of Amy on the ceiling in flames and she shook her head.
"I was at the University of Richmond in Virginia-"
"Sugar that was a three weeks ago." Ares' face turned pale.
"Three…weeks?" How did she get here? What did she do for the past three weeks? Did John go looking for her if he heard of the fire? These and a whole bunch of other questions ran through her head in bewilderment. "Did I tell you my name?"
"You said your name was Noah. Did you really even forget your name?"
Why did I lie about my name if he's probably a hunter too? Noah…why would I pick a name like that? True it wasn't a bad name but why change her name?
"Since you seem to be having amnesia I'll refresh your memory." The old man told her. "You came here about three weeks ago. You told us your friend was killed the day before."
The fastest was here is I-40 W...
After getting more info, his name, and a strong cup of coffee she went outside, got in her car (turns out she had actually taken her car.) and drove to the motel she had been staying after finding the keys in her pocket. She arrived at the motel the clerk told her two men had come looking for her.
"Who were they?"
"Two federal agents…you're not going to cause me trouble are you?"
"I sure hope not." She sighed
"Oh and these came for you." He said as he gave her a small stack of mail. She thanked him before walking past him and headed to her room. She placed in the key and opened the door and turned on the lights. The wall paper was stripped red and black, the bed had white sheets and the carpet looked like it had seen better days. She sat on the bed and looked through the mail she'd gotten, most of them were from hunters who'd apparently talked to her at the bar and would pay her if she could give them information on any monster they were hunting.
"I'm guessing this is how I've survived the past three weeks." She muttered as she put the letters away.
"Tell me again why dad sent us to look for someone named Noah besides looking in to this other case?" Sam asked as he looked through the police files of the case they were working on.
"I don't know why we are looking for this person he just told us to go to the motel and look for a person named Noah." Dean replied back as he took a large spoonful of pie.
"So once again we are blindly following dad's orders." Sam stated drily.
"Hey, the man said we find Noah so we go find Noah. Besides he said it would help with the case."
"Dean he didn't even tell us who Noah is or what she looked like."
"How do you know it's a she?"
"The manager said she didn't check in last night."
"Whatever, so you got a clue about the dismembered bodies?"
"There were ten more murders before this one. Nothing links them except that they were dismembered and hidden in different places of the houses they were killed in."
"So…what do we got, an evil spirit?"
"Possibly."
"Maybe if we go to this Noah chick she'll tell us what we are missing."
"We went as Feds Dean; she might not even talk to us."
"Then we go to the bar as hunters." Dean said as he finished the last spoonful of pie. "We need more pie." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before closing the computer and looked at the watch. It's almost three we should head over to the bar and ask when she gets there." He said and stood up. He put his jacket on and looked at Dean who was picking off the crumbs from the pan of the pie.
"Dude, seriously?"
"What?" Dean looked at him innocently before following him out the door.
They arrived at the bar twenty minutes later and walked inside. A few people stared and others ignored them. The bartender, an old man in his late fifties welcomed them in a thick Oklahoma accent .
"What can I get for ya boys?"
"We are looking for someone named Noah. We heard she can help give us information." Sam said and the bartender looked them over again with an analyzing look.
"Y'all hunters ain't from round here."
"Neither are the others." Dean said.
"Not quite cowboy, most hunters that come through here are frequent and I know every face here. 'cept you two."
"Listen we are here on a job and we need Noah to help us."
"You and about everyone else in here. She's been bringing me good business since she came three weeks ago. Men buying drinks and paying for her service."
"She charges to help?" Sam asked.
"I'm pretty sure they pay for more than that but she never gives anything but information. And a shame too she's a fine piece of work. Now if you boys want her help y'all have to get in line."
"Do you know when she gets here?"
"She should be here in an hour. But don't jump her right away she has a ritual."
"A ritual," Dean asked incredulously. "What she does some voodoo and call help from the heavens?"
"Quite the opposite. She plays some poker and knocks back some drinks. Though I might have to limit her. Last night she drank so much she literally had amnesia. Poor lass forgot her own name and what she'd been doing for the past three weeks."
"Alright thanks." Dean said with a smile. "And we'll take some that beer now."
"Comin right up." The old man said. Sam and Dean took a seat on the stools and took out a folder of their information. They looked around and noticed some of them were taking out papers as well and getting their money out as well as a deck of cards each.
"Are these people planning to play poker together or something?"
"They are getting ready to negotiate." The bartender told them as he set down their drinks.
"Negotiate?"
"Since you two foreigners are new here let me give you a few pointers to get on her good side." The bartender said and placed his rag on his shoulder. "First you give her the information you have gathered. Once she tells you what you need she gives you a price. If you think its unfair then you play her poker and if you loose she takes what she charged plus a little extra."
"What does the price depend on?" Sam asked.
"It depends on how much information you missed. A lad came in here couple days back and asked for information, poor chap was way over his head when he found out he was hunting a nest of vampires. She charged him 900 dollars."
"Nine Hundred dollars…for finding out he found a nest of vampires." Dean said not believing it.
"The poor chap had been a hunter for only five years he was still a rookie so he played her poker and ended up loosing most of his money. But Noah made him another deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"She would give him sixty percent of his money back if he walked away and left the job to her."
"And did he?"
"He did, Noah took eager volunteers and slaughtered that nest. There were ten vampires there. So her nine hundred dollar price had been quite fair." He left the two stunned brothers as he went to attend more people who had come in.
"Are you friking kidding me this chick is crazy. I didn't even know vampires existed." Dean hissed to Sam.
"I'm really curious now…" Sam told Dean. "But why is she charging and challenging her customers to poker if the prices are crazy."
"We are about to find out." Dean said and nodded to the right. People stopped moving and looked towards the door at the sound of a loud engine as a car parked. Through the window Dean could see the back of the car and noticed it was a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS.
That is one nice car. Dean thought as he heard the engine die and the slam of a car door. The door opened Dean's eyes sparkled mischievously.
She was tall but compared to Sam and Dean she was short. She looked about five six, long curly auburn hair up to her waist, and deep grey eyes. She was wearing a red bohemian shirt with a black leather vest over it, dark blue jean shorts and black combat boots that went up to just below her knees.
"Seems like the life of the party has arrived." Dean murmured. Noticing the intense look in Dean's eyes Sam turned and narrowed his eyes at the woman at the door.
"What do I give you tonight Lass? Same as always?"
"No Don I think I'll take a triple whiskey today." She said as she went over to a stool and took a stool two seats away from Sam. She turned to face the people at the bar.
"We'll start with the negotiations in five minutes. Y'all better have everything ready I haven't had a nice morning." She turned back just as Don gave her the whiskey.
"So Lass did yah get your memory back?"
"No." she frowned. "But I managed to find the information I'd gathered for everyone here. Along with something interesting."
"And what's that?"
"Nothing really worth mentioning, but lets just say it gave me a clue at how to handle my costumers."
"Good." Don said. "You made me worry."
"You're just worried I'll make you loose costumers." She smirked and Don laughed.
"That's something the old Noah would say, glad to have some part of you back."
Noah chuckled and she drank her whiskey. She coughed at the strong drink and shook her head.
"You know what Don give me the whole bottle I'ma need it." She moved her hair from her face and saw Sam and Dean staring at her.
"See something ya like?" she smirked. Dean smiled at her and gave her his most flattering eyes.
"You could say that. How bout I pay for that whole bottle."
"Your charity is appreciated, but I can pay." She said as she took a swig of the bottle. That's when Sam saw it. On her neck there was a cross, with the Star of David intertwined in it with a dragon on either side.
"Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do." She stood up, bottle in hand and called out for her first costumer as she went over to a large table and sat down, waiting for her first costumer to sit down.
"Dean...she's-"
"She's smoking hot that's what she is. I want me some of that tasty pie."
"Dean that's not what I meant." Sam said an nodded towards her again. "Did you notice the necklace she was wearing?"
"I could say I didn't…try looking a little lower."
"Dean I know why dad sent us to find her." Dean took his eyes away from her and looked at Sam questioningly.
"You do?"
"We know her Dean."
"Are you sure? Cuz I don't remember her…and I'm pretty sure I would remember someone that smokin."
"The last time we saw her she was six." Sam said and Dean nearly chocked on his beer.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember the fire years ago? In Alabama?"
"The one where dad was looking for the yellow eye demon by having a psychic help him?"
"Do you remember the name of the woman?"
"Angela…she had a daughter."
"She was my age and she always came over because her mom and our dad were always working."
"How do remember this it was years ago."
"Its not easy to forget since she was the only kid my age I could play with and it was the only time we've ever stayed in one place for more than three weeks. There's also something else."
"What? You two shared your first kiss?"
"Don't be stupid. The necklace."
"What about it?"
"The last day we saw each other we played poker…and the prize was the necklace she's wearing now."
Sam looked back to her and saw her costumer take out a deck of cards. It seems there was a disagreement with the price and they would settle it with a game of poker.
"But her name back then wasn't Noah was it." Dean said his face now completely serious.
"Her name was Ares."
