He continued to stare in awe for a few more moments. He had never seen such a thing. All the hunters he had seen were big burley men or scorned women along in their years. This girl was a small blonde who looked like a normal teenager girl, except she effortlessly threw a demon over 100 yards. He thought if only Dean had seen this. Hah! His ego would have been bruised and she probably could give him a taste of his own medicine.
He was fifteen and was still growing, he hoped deep down that he would out grow his older brother. Dean his brother had grown into a Levi model and he acted like it. He thought he was God's gift to the world. Sam enjoyed the moments when Dean was brought back to reality, like when he didn't graduate high school and had to take his G.E.D last summer or when Diane Crane dumped him after she found out about his escapade with Lory Watson in the locker room two years ago. She made a scene in front of a prep-rally where Dean was left with a spot light and a pie in his face.
Sam and his brother were used to the supernatural world. His family had been hunting and killing demons since he was an infant. It all started when his mother was killed while protecting him. His father, John, made a vow to do whatever it took to find the thing that took his wife. John lived up to that vow and took his two young sons on the road and hunted the creepy, crawly things of the night. Sam and his brother were usually left in hotels for days or weeks while their father was off hunting or tracking a monster. They pretty much just had each other growing up. As much as Dean got under Sam's skin it was still his blood and family and only friend.
Currently, they were left in L.A. while their Dad was in Hollywood working on a ghost case. They were just waiting in the hotel till they heard from the commander and chief. When Sam, saw the blonde haired girl he had been taking a walk to escape the confines of the pastel hotel walls, as many hotels as they have stayed in, it would be nice to stay in place without flowers or retro furniture.
Sam sprinted back to the hotel ran up the stairs and flung the door open.
"Dean!" He yelled trying to catch his breath.
Dean looked at his brother with his cheeks stuffed with something and said, " What dweeb?" as chunks of food spurted out.
" Is that my leftovers?" Sam said noticing the empty box.
Dean quickly swallowed his food and shook his head. " No!" He stood up.
Sam just gave him a blank stare knowing perfectly well that, Dean had just eaten his dinner.
"Whatever, man. I have to tell you what I saw." Sam said becoming excited.
" Okay, don't get your knickers caught. What's up?" Dean said changing the TV station.
" I saw a girl take out two vampires just now, without a scratch or a bruise!" Sam looked wide-eyed at Dean.
Dean just stood for a few minutes and started laughing. " Sammy, your delirious. May be you should lie down for a while."
" Dean, I swear I saw her. Maybe, she knows something about demons." Sam said becoming serious.
"Sam, I have never seen or heard of a any human having the ability to take out monsters without a scratch. It's just not possible."
" I think she's a slayer." Sam said in awe of the possibility.
Dean stared at Sam. " You know that was a TV show, right? What was it…Taffy the Vampire slayer?"
"This is the real deal, Dean!" Sam started to become defensive.
" Go to bed shorty, your nuts." Dean said pushing Sam aside and walking towards the bathroom.
" I'm not nuts!" Sam yelled back as he laid on the bed and turned to his side.
