Chapter 2: Who Are You?
POV: Dean's
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Put the gun down," I said, one of my hands going to grip the handle of my gun. "We're not here to hurt you."
"Shut up," she said. "And give me your guns. Now. I know you have them."
"I do not have one," Cas said, holding up his hands.
"I know, Castiel. You have no use for one," she said.
"Do you two know each other?" Sam asked quietly.
"No. You don't know me, but I know a hell of a lot about you," she sighed.
"Then you know that I don't just casually give up my gun to strangers," I told her.
She grinned. "Alright, Mr. Tough Guy. Then… I guess I'll just have to kill your precious angel," she said, reaching up and pulling something silver out of her hair. Cas fell back, a little afraid. Looking closer at it, I realized it was an angel blade.
"Where did you get an angel blade?" I demanded.
"Dean, that is an archangel blade," Cas whispered.
"I thought there were only four of them," I whispered back. Cas looked at me, not having any answers, either.
I looked over and saw Sam pull out his gun and put it down. "There's no need for violence," he said, kicking his gun over to her. "How about you just tell us who you are and we'll be on our way."
She looked at him before glaring at me. "I'm still missing a gun," she said.
"Dean," Sam said, glancing over at me. I sighed and pulled out my gun before putting it on the ground and kicking it over.
"Tell us who you are," Cas said.
"My name is Charlotte. I'm a hunter, obviously," she said. "If I was an angel or a demon, this one over here would know." She gestured to Cas with her archangel blade. "And I'm not letting you get any closer to test anything else."
"Alright. That's a start," Sam said encouragingly. "How long have you been a hunter?"
"Practically all my life. I've been hunting for fifteen years now. I'm only 20," she said. "A black-eyed figure killed my mom when I was three. My dad turned to drinking, and one night when I was five, my dad drove off a bridge with my three year old brother."
"Join the party of dead parents," I muttered.
"Oh, yeah. I know all about what happened to them. Azazel killed your mom, and your dad sold his soul and the Colt to save you, Dean," she said casually.
"How do you know that? We never told anyone about what happened to our dad," Sam said.
"Oh, hon. Like I said, I know a lot about the three of you and what has happened. I keep close tabs," she said. "Also, I heard many stories about you."
"Are you friends with Chuck?" I asked.
"Not really. I talked to him for maybe twenty minutes at most when I was trying to find all of his books, since I was told that they did a very good job of describing your life, up until the apocalypse, of course," she said.
"You still haven't told us why you are so fixated on us," I said.
"Or you have an archangel blade," Cas added.
"Why should I? It just means that you'll be here longer. I suggest grabbing your things and getting the hell out of town. This case is mine," she said, putting the blade back behind her head.
"If you're on a case, why are you dressed like a stripper?" Cas asked her.
"Because. I found out that the demon I'm looking for comes her all the time. I figured I'd get his attention, take him to where we're alone and exorcize him," she said. "You better hope he hasn't left already." She kicked our guns back in our direction. "Now leave. I've got this covered."
"How are you marked?" Cas asked quietly, taking a step forward. She looked in his direction.
"My friend. He didn't want people on my trail. Specifically you three or Crowley," she said.
"Who are you friends with?" Cas asked, stepping forward again. Her eyes narrowed at him.
"Why should I tell you? All of your 'friends' end up dying. Because they trust you. Which is why I was told to stay away from you. He didn't want me to die," she challenged.
"Didn't? Does he want you to now?" Sam asked.
"No. He never wanted me to die. He's dead now. He died trying to help your sorry asses stop the apocalypse," she growled, and I swear, I saw tears reach her eyes. "Leave me the hell alone. Go. Now!"
Cas touched Sam's shoulder and mine. When I opened my eyes, we were back at our motel room. I sighed. "Here are your guns," Cas said, handing mine to me and holding Sam's out to him.
"Do you have any idea who she could have been talking about?" I asked Cas.
"It would have to been an angel of some sort that was trying to stop the apocalypse," Cas said, frowning. "I wasn't on Earth enough to know who you befriended while trying to stop the apocalypse."
Sam gasped, and we both looked at him. "Gabriel," he breathed.
