They made it upstairs and found the source of the scream. Dean kicked the door open, and the four of them rushed into the room, all holding pistols. The guys hadn't noticed the girls with the guns at first, Dean did a double take of them and Tempest gave a 'what?' look. There was a blonde girl sitting on a bed screaming. A guy was on the floor, his throat slit open and blood pouring from it. "What happened?" Dean demanded. "We...we were making out...and...and this thing came out of the closet and…" She was sobbing at this point, "It slit its throat, and then it just...went out the window." Sam was by her side, his arms around her trying to comfort her. A few students came upstairs, but Aurora stopped them from entering the room. "Back up guys, it's nothing to worry about." She quickly closed the door and locked it behind her. Sam was questioning the girl on the bed about the details of the attack.
"I thought it was a man...it had to be. But He looked weird...I don't know, I probably am just seeing things...maybe my drink...maybe it was spiked…"
"What do you mean by weird?" Dean asked.
"His eyes were black...and moved really fast...I don't know...I just wanna go home."
"Sam, you stay here, clean this up and figure out exactly what we are dealing with…I'm gonna take her home."
"Aurora, stay and help him…"
"You're not coming with me…"
"Yes I am…"
"NO you are not…"
"Just go!" Sam and Aurora yelled at them. Dean and Tempest rushed out the door with the girl. The drive to the girl's house was silent other than the occasional sob from the backseat. Once she was dropped off, Dean pulled over on the side of the road.
"Why are we stopping? We need to get back to Aurora and Sam."
"Not until you tell me who you really are and why the hell you carry and gun in your purse.."
"Um..I'm Tempest Donahue, I'm 24 years old, I'm a Sagittarius, my favorite color is green. And I carry a gun for self defense…" He didn't look convinced, but he left it alone. He cranked the Impala back up and headed back the party. On occasion he'd glance over at her. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, but she was refusing to look at him. He definitely intrigued her, did he know about the same things she knew about? "What's your last name?"
"Winchester...why?"
"Just curious." She looked over at him and gave a small smile.
By the time they returned to the house, it was clearing out. Aurora and Sam were sitting outside talking to one another, occasionally laughing. After a few more words were exchanged between the group before they split ways. There was something about those guys that made her think. From the questions they asked the victim, they know what attacked her wasn't human. The name Winchester rang a bell, she recognized the name. She's heard it mentioned before but she couldn't place her finger on it. When they got back to the apartment she figured she would try to do a little digging of her own.
"So you and Sam seemed to be getting along nicely."
"Yeah, he's pretty nice. He seemed genuinely concerned about that girl."
"Well Dean got to prying, I think their suspicious of us or something. He asked about my gun, told him it was self defense but I don't think he believed me. I think they might be hunters too. Actually, I'm gonna call your dad." Aurora shrugged, She thought maybe if they were hunters too, they could possibly work together.
"Hey Jack!...Yeah we're going great! We're in Oregon right now, ran across a demon attack tonight….yeah….oh...have you ever heard of a Dean and Sam Winchester?...Yeah...brothers….John?….OH YEAH! I remember him….No reason….okay thanks...We love you and miss you too….night."
"Dude! Do you remember Jack's buddy John? Those are his boys! We met them when we were kids, like once."
"Oh yeah! John! How is he?"
"Dead..." A strong silence passed over them. "So they are hunters…."
"Then we need to talk to them…"
"And I got an idea where they probably are. I get the feeling they're staying in this same hotel...and are probably at the bar up the street. They changed out of their costumes back into their street clothes. Tempest grabbed her leather jacket off of the bed. "Let's go…"
Dean decided he wasn't ready to call it a night yet. On the way to the nearby bar he pulled out his phone and called Bobby. He asked about the girls, they were also hunters like them. "Do you remember Jack Donahue?". Sam nodded. "Aurora is his daughter and Tempest is his niece. They're hunters too, and I'm betting they're on the same job as us…"
The girls entered the bar, and just like expected, the boys were sitting at the bar chatting. Aurora started to approach them but Tempest grabbed her arm and pulled her to a table. "Let's observe first."
Tempest ordered herself a shot of tequila and Aurora ordered a mixed drink. She couldn't handle the hard stuff like Tempest. Several shots and an hour later, the guys finally noticed them. "I get the feeling you're now following us." Dean grabbed a chair, turned it back backwards and sat on it, right beside Tempest.
"We might be, We know who you are. I did a little digging."
"We did too. We haven't seen each other since we were kids….thought I recognized your last name." Dean waved to the waitress. When she walked off to get their drinks, his eyes scanned her body. "You're so gross…"
"I'm a guy." He gave a huge grin. "So why did you follow us?"
"To talk...We should work together…" Aurora spoke. Sam looked over at Dean as the waitress brought the drinks back. Dean and Tempest took their shots at the same time, slamming the glasses down. "No."
"And why the hell not?" Tempest wasn't about to accept no for an answer.
"Because we work better alone…"
"No it's because we're girls." Aurora took a gulp of her drink.
"No it's not that...we've worked alone the last few months.." Sam attempted to explain but Tempest glared daggers at him.
"We are working together, Dean. Whether you like it or not...we are looking for the same thing."
"No, that's it. I don't want anyone else asses to look after...though i don't mind looking at it…" Tempest grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. "One more smart remark like that your ass is going to be on the floor. Either we work together or you leave town…" She let him go, took one final shot and stormed out he door. Aurora stayed back a moment and looked at Sam, both of their eyes wide. They glanced over at Dean who was staring at the door, several emotions crossing his face. Contemplation, annoyance, lust, and even a dash of fear. "Guess I better go after her, a redhead after a few shots of tequila alone isn't safe especially when it's my cousin…."
Sam chuckled, "Obviously.."
"We're in room 134...You should know which hotel...If you change your minds. And Dean...if I were you...I'd be watching my back very closely."
Tempest laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She usually preferred working alone, but it's the Winchesters. It was all coming back to her. She's heard so many stories through the grapevine of them. She didn't know it was true but their father, and how he died. About the demon Azaziel and his involvement with Sam. It wasn't just merely helping with the case. She wanted to know them. "Are you okay Tempest?"
"Yeah...I'm fine. Tequila is just making my head spin. I think I might get me some air." She grabbed her pistol and jacket and headed out the door.
