Once again know that this was written a year ago and my first fanfic that I haven't read in over a year so I don't even know what this chapter is saying, also it's really short so sorry for that. I don't own anything.
I got into the back seat of the black 1967 Chevy Impala. It smelled of stale cheeseburgers and blood. Who knew what they hauled in here.
"Where you staying?" asked Dean.
"The hotel right outside of town, where are you guys staying?"
"Same one, we will go back there and you can stay in your room while me and Sam go to a vamp nest and take them all out, okay?" Dean asked, waiting to see how I would respond.
"What do you mean leave me at the hotel? I can go with you!"
This was exactly what I predicted would happen. They saw me as somebody they needed to look out for, that was going to get me nowhere. I took a deep breath and looked over at Sam knowing he would be the one to let me go.
"I may not look it, but I can hunt. I have been since I was six years old. I can handle anything you throw at me. Plus I don't know if I will be protected if you go that far."
All of a sudden Dean slammed on the brakes and turned around to face me.
"No more crap! Who are you? And why on Earth do we need to 'protect' you?"
Sam cowered in his seat. I'm sure he wanted to help me, but Dean was right I sounded crazy.
"I know I sound crazy, and you don't really need to protect me, but you really are all I have. My dad died about three years ago from a demon. He was a hunter too, along with my mom. Even though they weren't that close, cause he only came around in between jobs, it was still hard for her. He taught me almost everything I know about hunting. Well after he died my mom started taking hunting much more seriously. We started hunting only one kind of monster. Demons. Just last month she died from, of all things, a car accident. I was always told to come to you if it was an emergency. Of course I can live on my own, but I think there might be a demon named Crowley after me."
It wasn't until that last sentence that Dean softened, Sam on the other hand seemed to tense up. I could tell that somehow they knew him.
"Why do you think Crowley is after you?" asked Dean.
I looked at them quizzically, should I tell them one of my secrets? Could I trust them?
"I figured out how to make blades that kill demons. I have been making them for months now. Crowley feels threatened I guess."
They both starred back at me blankly.
"You know how to make blades that instantly kill demons?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Yeah," I said simply.
"Fine you can stay with us and we'll take you on hunts, but the first time something wrong happens you're staying behind. And also you need to make us some of those blades. Deal?" said Dean.
"Deal."
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