Chapter Two: Hell of a Morning.
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Sam didn't what was going on when he woke to the shrillest scream he had ever heard in his life.
But when the additional sounds of shattering glass and the yells of his older brother reached his ears, his hunting instincts kicked in and he grabbed his trusty knife, running from his room and met Bobby in the hallway.
"What in the holy hell is goin' on?" The older hunter demanded, his own knife in his hands. But before Sam could respond, he was interrupted by another frantic yell from Dean.
"GUYS!" his voice bellowed from downstairs, "I could really use a little help here!"
They ran down the stairs and burst through the door of the library, seeing glass and brown liquid all over the floor and they spotted Dean crouching behind the arm of the couch. When he spotted Bobby and his brother, he pointed towards Bobbys' desk.
"There's a crazy Demon in here!" Dean cried, sporting a bruise that was starting to form above his left eye brow. "And she's using the booze and shot glasses as grenades!"
Bobby and Sam gave each other a look, why would a demon just be throwing things? Never-the-less, they got they got their weapons ready and peered inside. And to their surprise, all they saw was a young woman standing behind the desk. Dressed in an blue over sized nightshirt and pajama bottoms with stars and moons printed on them.
She looked absolutely terrified, almost to the point of looking crazy, But that quickly switched to anger when she heard Deans comment and shot him the dirtiest look they'd ever seen anyone give him.
"I am not a demon!" she yelled, " What I am supposed be is home, in my bed, waiting for Freddie or Keana to come wake me up for Eggo Waffles!"
The looked at her like she'd grown another head on her shoulder. "...Is this some sorta joke?" Bobby asked after a moment of silence.
"Okay, look, there's obviously been some sort of misunderstanding," Sam started, taking a step inside and raising his hands to try and calm her, "why don't we all just take a breath-"
But when she saw Sam take that step, she was quick to pick up another dirty glass. "STAY AWAY!" she shrieked, hurling it at him as hard as she could.
Sam gave a gasp, and ducked down practically hearing it whistle as it soared over his head, flinching when he heard the loud shatter it made against the wall. He looked behind him, staring wide eyed at what used to be a glass. Despite the fact that she almost gave him a shiner, he had to admit, she had a pretty good arm.
Bobby, however, wasn't as impressed.
"This is my house ya screw loose!" the old man yelled, "quit breakin' my stuff!"
"Hey, hey hey! Let's all just calm down for a second," Sam tried to say, but the girl cut him off.
"No you calm down!" she shouted, a hysterical pitch in her voice, "I'm supposed to be home in in Salt Lake City, in Utah!"
"Well you're not in Utah anymore princess," Dean told her in a snide tone, "Your in South Dakota."
"Dean!" Sam said in a scolding voice.
"What? She is!"
"South Da- as in Sioux Falls South Dakota?" She suddenly asked, "Where Bobby's scrap shop's supposed to be?"
"Um... yeah?" Bobby said, "Do I know you?"
She looked down at her feet in confusion, and her shoulders suddenly started to shake with heavy breaths, her head shaking in disbelief.
"No, nononono This, this is a dream! It's a nightmare!" She glanced back up at them, looking as though she was about to hyperventilate, "This can't be real! -You- can't be real!"
Sam tilted his head, and shared a look with his brother, who mouthed 'what the hell?' before adding the twirling 'crazy finger' at his head. The younger Winchester only shrugged and looked back at the girl. "Uh, why can't we be real? Exactly?"
"Because you're Bobby Singer and Sam and Dean Winchester!" she told them as if it were the most obvious thing,"you're hunters of the supernatural, and you're supposed to be fake!"
The three men exchanged shocked looks with each other, how did she know about them?
Dean was the first to switch from surprise to instant hostility and he stood to his full height walking out from behind the couch. When ever someone knew their names and their real lives, that either meant they were hunters themselves, or they were something else that had it out for them.
And she didn't exactly seem like hunter material.
"How do you know we're hunters?" Dean demanded stalking menacingly towards her. "Who told you about us?"
The girl shrank away from his imposing figure, a mask of fear on her face. "I said stay away!" She yelled, she made to reach for another glass, but there was nothing there to grab, she'd already thrown them all.
"Out of ammo, are we?" Dean commented with a smirk.
A few moments of silence passed before the four of them, until Sam moved, causing her to put all her attention on him. Dean, taking the opportunity of her distraction, lunged at her, both hands outstretched and ready to catch her.
"Eeee! Don't you touch me!" She squealed, jerking away from his reach.
Dean had meant to grab her arm, and even the back of her shirt, but when she moved he had no choice but to go with the next chance that was presented to him.
Her braid.
Without a second thought, he closed a fist around her long reddish brown hair and yanked her back with a sharp tug, making her scream and teeter off balance.
She waved her arms to try and regain her footing, and then she suddenly felt her fingers brushed something cold, it was also detachable.
Grabbing hold of it, she closed her eyes and made a wild swing with it. Feeling it hit home as it struck Dean across the chest.
"GAH!" Dean howled, letting her go and covering himself. He looked at what she'd hit him with, eyes widening when he saw that it was the iron poker for the fire place. He gave her a wounded glare, rubbing his chest. He was sure that was going to leave a nasty bruise. "Little bitch!"
"You watch your mouth!" Rosie warned, brandishing her new line of defense like a sword. "And you pull my hair again I swear to god I'll hit you in the knees!"
She moved towards Sam and Bobby, herding them away from the door with the poker. Once they were standing by Dean, far enough away, she only stared at them for a few moments before dropped the poker, darted out of the library and ran out the front door at full speed.
"After her!" Dean yelled running out of the library with Sam and Bobby close behind.
...
Rosie herd the door burst open seconds after she was outside, the three men shouting at her to stop. She could only hope they wouldn't catch up to her until she made past the gate. She was a track runner in school, so she was a pretty good runner, and she was fairly certain she'd be able to keep at it for a good while. Maybe she'd get lucky and loose them in the woods or something.
She looked back for only a moment to see how far behind they were, and she suddenly collided with a another body. Rosie let out a startled cry and tried to push herself away, but a strong hand held her arm in a firm grip, and it wasn't letting go no matter how hard she struggled.
"It's useless to resist." a deep, graveled voice said making her freeze, she knew that voice anywhere. And her breath nearly stuck in her throat when she met with the sight of familiar tan overcoat.
She took in the sight of a tussled suit, a blue tie that was worn backwards, looking higher to dark stubble that covered a narrow jaw until finally, she locked gazes with the crystal blue eyes of the Angel Rosie had only ever dreamed about meeting.
"Castiel?"
If he was surprised that she knew him, he only showed it by tilting his head pausing for just a second before he raise a hand and pressed two fingers to her forehead, knocking her unconscious.
...
"Cass!" Dean called as slowed to a stop in front of their friend. "Great timing, man, we owe ya big time for this one."
The Angel greeted them with a nod, one arm under the young womans' back to hold her up. "That won't be necessary." Castiel told him as he looked to the small form he held, a mildly thoughtful look on his otherwise stoic face. "She knew who I was."
"Yeah, us too." Bobby said. "Though I can't figure out how seein' as she's not Demon, didn't even flinch when she pummeled Dean with that iron poker."
"Hey! There was no pummeling! she only hit me once!" Dean said in his defense, rubbing his sore chest,
"Alright ya sissy, didn't mean to add insult to you ego," Bobby said, rolling his eyes before he settled them on the girl.
"We should put'er in the panic room," He told them, "At least until we figure out what to do with 'er."
"Then when she wakes up we'll see to askin' her a few questions."
The boys all nodded in agreement and Sam stepped forward to his friend. "Here Cass, I'll take her." He volunteered. the Angel nodded, sweeping his other arm under the girls legs to pick her up and handed her to Sam
Sam couldn't help be feel a little surprised at how light she felt in his arms, and he took a quick glance at her face, It was almost as if he wasn't holding the same girl that was ready to skewer them with a poker. She seemed so peaceful.
"Well I don't know about any of you," Dean suddenly said, making everyone turn their attention to him.
"But this turned out to be one hell of a morning than I would have liked!"
Yaaaay Cass comes to the rescue!
well, sort of I guess.
I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter, let me know what you think of it, okay:)