Reality

Chapter 2: Research

Dean glanced into the backseat at the girl passed out. Crowley and Castiel had left hours ago, needing to get their own things done. Cas has said he'd get the girl's car and her belongings to the bunker which was fine with Dean. It meant they didn't have to take a side trip to Michigan. They were almost back to the bunker. "How're we doing, Sammy?" he asked. He'd told Sam to do some research the second she'd passed out.

Sam sighed and sat back, looking at his phone. "As far as I can tell she's alone. He father died in Afghanistan when she was twelve, her mother died of a suicide a year later. She went into the system because she didn't have any other living relatives, both sets of her grandparents died when she was little and both of her parents were only children." He sighed and scrolled through the information on his phone that he'd managed to find on her so far. "She wasn't lying about not being able to have kids. I've got her medical files. Apparently she had ovarian cancer when she was seventeen and they removed them, completely." He shook his head. "She emancipated herself at sixteen, got a shitty apartment and a job at the diner. She's been there ever since, she graduated high school at the top of her class and it looks like she tested high enough to get into a decent university."

"So why didn't she go?" Dean glanced back at her and frowned. She was a mystery, that was for sure.

"She probably couldn't afford it. I got a full ride and it was still hard to make ends meet." Sam looked into her financials. "She doesn't have much in the bank, so unless she'd hiding it all in her mattress, she was living with very limited means." He put his phone away and looked over his shoulder at Blake. "From what I can tell she basically already lived like a hunter."

"That doesn't mean she needs to become one." Dean still wasn't happy with the whole situation, but they were right. If she was hell bent on doing this and he and Sam didn't train her she'd get herself killed. He wasn't going to have that on his hand. He pulled into the bunker's garage and killed the engine, leaning his head back against the seat.

"Looks like Cas got her car here." Sam nodded at a Dodge Avenger sitting in one of the empty parking spot. "Wonder where he put all of her stuff." Sam climbed out and opened the backseat door. "Blake," he whispered shaking her. "Hey, Blake, wake up."

She groaned and sat up slowly, pushing her hair out of her face. "What?"

"We're here." He stood up and moved so she could climb out of the car.

Blake looked around and knew exactly where she was. The bunker's garage, complete with Dorothy's motorcycle. "This isn't a dream." She rubbed her eyes and looked around. "Well, no turning back now." She looked up at Sam and Dean.

"Past the point of no return." Dean put an arm around her shoulders and led her into the bunker. He wasn't sure if she really wanted to be a hunter, or if she'd romanticized the idea from that stupid show. He knew what kind of crazy fanatics were out there. He and Sam had run into a few that made Becky look normal, and she'd gotten a potion from a demon so Sam would marry her. One thing had to be said for Blake, she was a hell of a shot. She'd managed to take out the werewolves, so at least that was something. He was planning on testing her abilities with a gun first thing. He wanted to see what she could really do.

They led her inside and found all of five boxes sitting on the tables in the library. "Looks like Cas got my stuff." She walked over and opened one of them, looing inside.

"Where's the rest of it?" Dean asked.

Blake shrugged. "This is probably all of it. I don't have much." She lifted a leather jacket and looked under it. "So, one of you want to show me to my room?" she asked.

Dean nodded at Sam. They each grabbed two boxes and led her down the hall to the bedrooms. Dean stopped in front of a door so she could open it. He walked inside with Sam and put the boxes on the bed. "I'm on the right, Sam's on the left," he told her.

She nodded and looked around. "Nice place."

"It's small, but it'll do."

"Are you kidding me? This is just as big as practically my entire apartment." She opened another box and looked inside. "This will more than do."

Dean watched her pull clothes out of the box and carry them over to the dresser, putting them away. Sam left to get the other box. He sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting down and opening another box. "So, you don't have family or friends, you live in a shit hole apartment, work at a shitty diner, and have five boxes worth of stuff to your name. You sure you're not a hunter already?" he asked.

She laughed and came back for more clothes, carrying them over and putting them away. "I'm sure. I just don't need a lot I guess." She glanced over at him, smirking a little. "I know you and Sam probably ran me while I was passed out. You know I don't have a whole lot to my name."

"Makes uprooting and disappearing that much easier."

"Trust me, no one back there is going to miss me." After a third trip she'd emptied the first box. She moved to the one Dean had opened while he broke down the empty one. Sam came back with the last box and sighed.

"I was going to make some food, you two hungry?" he asked.

"I could eat." Blake looked over with a smile. "Thanks." Sam nodded and walked out, leaving her alone with Dean again. "So, can I ask you a question?"

"I expect you to ask me lots of questions." He smirked a little when she threw a pair of socks at him. He tossed them back and she put them in the dresser. "Shoot."

"Why was Cas with Crowley?"

Dean nodded when she came over and started emptying the next box. "He's one of the good guys for the moment."

Blake shook her head and started pulling hunting supplies out of the box. "I'm not going to ask." She set the supplies on the dresser.

"You know how to use a bow?" Dean asked, pulling out a bundle of arrows.

"Compound and crossbow." She smiled and cracked her neck. "I own one of each, a couple of shotguns, a rifle, and one pistol." She took the arrows from Dean and set them in the closet along with the gun cases that had been with the boxes and her bows. "I'm a good hunter, just not a supernatural one."

Dean watched her. "It's not that hard to transfer the skills. Only, now when you hunt, the things you're hunting are going to want to kill you."

"Yeah, no kidding." She sighed and worked her way through the boxes. Dean watched her, noticing that she really didn't have anything personal, no pictures, no little figurines or nick knacks. Nothing that showed off her personality. It was practical things, clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, toiletries, a few books, her hunting equipment, and that was about it.

"You weren't kidding about not having much." He broke down the last box when Sam came in with three plates filled with burgers and steak fries and three beers.

Blake shrugged and sat between Dean and Sam on the bed, taking a plate from Sam and putting her beer between her legs. "I always told myself that one day I was going to pack up and leave. Just hit the road and go. I guess I was preparing for that." She took a bite of the burger and moaned around it. "Oh, god Sam, this is amazing."

Sam chuckled. "Thanks, but you should try Dean's. If you think mine's good, his is going to blow your mind."

"Can't wait." She smiled and wiped her mouth on a napkin Sam handed her. "So, where do we start?"

Dean and Sam exchanged looks. "Well," Dean started, "first things first. It's quiz time." He smirked at her groan and roll of the eyes. "How do you kill a vampire?"

"Beheading."

"Ghost?"

"Salt and burn the bones."

"If there aren't any remains?" Sam asked.

"Find the object they're attached to and destroy it, or, if they were road hauled and scared to death, you scare them." She smirked a little and looked at Dean. "I particularly enjoyed that episode."

"Watch it, princess." He popped a fry into his mouth and narrowed his eyes. "Okay, you know how to kill werewolves, obviously, how about a rugaru?"

"Burn it."

"Rakshasa?"

"Brass knife."

"Vetala?"

"Stab it in the heart with a silver knife and twist."

"Wraith?"

"Silver to the heart."

"Wendigo?"

"Burn it."

"Big foot?"

"Nice try." Blake smirked and ate a fry. "Big foot doesn't exist."

Sam smirked and looked at Dean. "She knows her stuff." He eyed her. "What about a rawhead?"

"Electrocution." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm a devout follower of the show boys."

"Recite the exorcism," Dean ordered.

"Ah, that's uh…yeah I don't know it." She sighed a little. "It's the one thing I always had problems with. Little bits of Latin I'm okay with."

"Like what?" Sam asked.

Blake blushed a little, but sighed and nodded her head. "In Nomeni Patri Et Filli Spiritus Sancti." She shrugged her shoulders. "I only know that because I got obsessed with The Boondock Saints and memorized the prayer."

Dean smirked. "Good movie." He sighed and set his plate aside. "Alright, Sammy will get you to memorize the exorcism, he's better at it." He got up with a sigh. "Tomorrow we'll go down to the gun range, I want to see what you can really do. We'll work on basics until I say you're ready to go on a hunt, understand?"

Blake nodded her head. "So if something comes up I'll be in charge of research while you go out?"

He nodded. "That's exactly what's going to happen." He stretched and grabbed his plate and hers. "Get some sleep, we've got an early start tomorrow."

"Okay. Night." She waited until the boys were gone before she rolled onto her side, stretching out on the bed. She stared at the wall, thinking about what she'd gotten herself into. Monsters were real, the Winchesters were real, and now she was going to train to become a hunter. She rubbed her eyes. Part of her still thought this was a dream. It couldn't be real, but here she was, in Lebanon, Kansas, in the bunker, with Sam and Dean sleeping on the other side of the walls. She sighed and pulled the blankets up over her, curling into a tighter ball. Tomorrow started the first day of her new life.