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As you know, Roxii is half demon but what's her other half? Pretty soon, you'll learn about the duality of her nature.
Of course, I don't own Supernatural.
From the foliage that was located at the Silver Creek Bridge, I watched as the Winchesters walked back and forth across the wooden planks. It was one of those old, covered spans that looked like it had needed some serious renovations for a few years at least. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I hid but I did spy the gleam of a sawed off-shot gun in Sam's hand. In seeing that, I assumed that Dean had a handgun concealed in his jacket.
The Impala was parked off to the side as they patrolled. Being completely silent, I went to crouch behind that while their backs were turned. My job wasn't to intervene directly but I certainly wasn't going to let them go out without a proper guard. The boys were intelligent (for the most part) but they didn't have the senses that I did.
Closer to where they were now, I could hear the slight chatter of the EMF (Electromagnetic Field) detector. It wasn't picking up anything but the electricity from the lights on the roof of the bridge. Nothing significant. I kept my ears and eyes open, staying hidden from them behind Dean's precious car.
It didn't take long before a thick fog started to roll in. Their forms were reduced to silhouettes and the hair on the back of my neck began to stand up. My skin suddenly felt slimy and cold in the night air and I felt a feeling of depression and lust start to cover me. I shivered and stood up, calling out to them through the freshly formed pea soup.
"Dean! Sam! It's here!" My voice came out a little muffled in the fog but I heard them coming towards me, feet slapping the wood in a quick jog. Their voices were annoyed at discovering me there but I ignored them as I pulled my Beretta out from the back of my jeans. By the time they had reached the car, its magazine was already loaded and the gun was charged.
"Will you stop your bitching and focus? It's here." My voice came out in a snap. They always picked the worse times to scold me like I was some kind of child.
Sam swallowed the rest of his lecture and asked "What is it?"
"I don't know. But it's coming from the water." Perspiration was forming on my arms and the small of my back. I wasn't scared in that sense of the word. I was more nervous because I couldn't feel exactly what we were up against.
We stood in a circle with our backs to each other, hands gripping our weapons and our fingers relaxed outside of the trigger wells. We couldn't hear much past our little perimeter because of the fog and we couldn't see very far either. No one spoke or moved. I even had to remind myself to breathe.
Off in the distance, we heard the sound of soft singing. Instantly, as if on cue, both Dean and Sam relaxed their shoulders. Closer however, was the sound of a car on the other side of the bridge. The EMF detector sprang to life then and it didn't take us more than two seconds to break our positions and head across the wooden span at the device's alert. Surely, whomever was driving that car was going to meet the bad guy whether they meant to or not.
Half way there, we heard the music stop and a man screamed. A loud splash followed closely behind the yell. By the time the headlights came into view, everything was silent. Then the fog started to clear. Just like that, it was all over. I stopped running at the hood of the car and just took the scene in.
Dean and Sam went rushing around to the driver's side door (which was wide open) and looked inside. I saw the trail of water in the dirt before they did and had to point it out. The mixture of mud, dirt, and water ran all the way down to the river below. Someone had been dragged to a watery grave.
I made my way down to the edge of the water, not feeling anything supernatural at all. Right where the rocks started, I spotted something dark red in the moonlight. "Guys! We've got something down here."
It was a human heart, discarded on the bank. I made a face and grimaced.
"The news didn't say anything about this." Sam's voice was quiet.
"Yeah, because they're really going to put out that information for the public, right Sam?" Dean, who was looking a little dazed, moved back up to the car and started looking around.
With a little bit more investigating, we were able to put a scenario together.
There was a gentleman that had stopped on that side of the bridge. After witnessing the reactions of the two Hunters that were with me, I was quick to conclude that the song had persuaded the man to stop. He was pulled from his vehicle by something that was dripping wet and then he was dragged into the river to be eaten. The bad guy ate everything but his heart. Then, of course, there was the fog and the silence. I didn't see any footprints in the mud other than our own. The above stated was all that we had to work with.
The ride back to the motel was a tense one. Everyone was milling the scene around in their minds. Every now and then, Sam would suggest a likely culprit but Dean would shoot him down time and time again.
Right now, without doing actual research, Sam and Dan were hung up on "Mermaid" or "Siren".
I didn't speak, silently considering that it was a female entity with the power to lure men in with their song. "Mermaid" didn't feel right, though. Neither did "Siren".
Back at the hotel, I donned my silk pajamas and settled down with the boys for a night of beer and research. What? I did say that I was a woman. Living in the world of demon fighting is rough enough. Shouldn't I be allowed some kind of normalcy and pampering?
Dean and Sam weren't really immune to the sight of my curve-hugging silk, but they had seen it enough times to know that if they stared for too long, they'd have a meeting with the back of my hand. I wasn't one who allowed ogling too often.
I was 5'7" and pretty curvy. Under my skin, even the blindest person could see the muscles that lived there. I worked out often and practiced hand to hand. It was part of the job. I kept shoulder length brown hair paired with blue eyes. And if you have a problem with freckles, don't even bother looking my way.
By no means was I bad-looking. I just didn't like being ogled by men. Sue me.
Sam and Dean learned this about me quickly and we got along pretty well once I made it clear.
For the most part.
We had bigger things to argue about.
Once we were settled back at the motel, the scolding came. Why did I leave the motel? Why didn't I just go with them? Blah, blah, blah. I shouldn't be doing stuff like that. Going alone is dangerous.
I listened to them with closed lips, knowing well that my protests would only make it worse. Dean and I, in particular were pretty hot-headed and I had been known to slug him on more than one occasion.
"Look guys, Castiel put me here for a reason. I'm not just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. I can help." I looked at them with my blue, female pleading eyes. "Understand that. Please."
It worked. They fell silent and, after a few moments, started the hardcore research.
