Training Day 1
After a long night dusting off my father's old books and five hours sleep, I found myself in need of a hot shower and some serious go-go juice better know as coffee. I quietly made my way to bathroom so that I wouldn't disturb my new found comrades. The shower was a rude awaking even if it was hot. It reminded me how much I hated mornings. Before I walked out the bathroom, I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Dressed in a fitted pair of worn out flare cut jeans and a white wife beater, who was I trying to kid. I'm not the guns and knives type. I mean my idea of chasing down ravenous vampires was trying to get a retweet from Kellan Lutz. I resembled my mother – a preschool teacher - more than some fierce hunter. My body was curvy and full – not the typical silhouette found amongst the heroines in my books. My mahogany locks cascaded past my shoulders with large rotund curls that framed my face emphasizing everything from my shadow-dusted eyes to my perfectly circular cheeks dashed with a hint of blush. My emerald green eyes were partially masked by the dark mascara and full curled lashes. My lips were plump and glossed with a shade of dusty rose. Despite my insecurities, I knew I had to do this. If not for me, for my father. He was a warrior once and didn't deserve a coward of a daughter. I could do this. "You can do this. You are a hunter. It's in your blood. Just tap into it," I told myself before I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
"Hope you left us some hot water?" Dean snarked.
"Don't worry. I did. I've been out of the shower for a half an hour."
"I know. I heard you when you turned the shower off" Sam said as walked passed me into the bathroom.
I went to the bed where I slept and put my socks and Converses on. It was different sharing a room with a man much less both of the Winchesters. It was still a little surreal. Within twenty minutes the brothers were swapping out bathroom occupancies and I had my head stuck in another book.
"Learning anything?" Sam asked and he took a seat beside me. He was dressed in jeans and blue plaid button down. "When he gets out, I suggest breakfast. Then a tour of the town and some pre-training exercises."
"Too much too fast. Are you sure I can do this?"
"You snuck in and out of a county hospital unnoticed so if you can shoot and defend yourself properly, I don't see a reason why you shouldn't be able to. You know you don't have to do it, right? You can choose to stay out of it. No one would blame you."
"I've always had a knack for getting in and out of places without being caught. I can handle myself alright I guess. I have to do this. I have to do it for him. For my friends who don't even know this is real."
"Sounds like you have a soldier's mindset already" Dean said as he plopped down on the bed – dressed in faded jeans and a gray fitted tee - to put on his shoes.
"I guess I do."
"That settles it then! We got to make sure she's trained and ready for anything. Now let's eat!" Dean agreed as he headed towards the door.
We stopped at a local mom and pop diner called Papa Don's. The stench of grease and cigarettes filled the building. We slid into a booth and order some grub. After we ate, I took the boys on the tour of my sleepy little town. Then we went back to the hotel to go over any possible spots of origin for the evil headed our way.
"Typical Southern town. Church on every corner" Sam interpreted my tour.
"Praying to a God who doesn't give a damn! Poor suckers! One bar and it's only open at night! Dean interrupted Sam with ferocity.
"Don't mock my God. You'll regret it! Ad for the bar, it's open tonight. You can go then!" I scolded him.
"No need. That store close to your house – Sam's – I think you called it. It sells beer during the day. Bought some while on our little tour!" Dean piped back!
"Even you two. You sound like your the siblings! She needs to start on her training" Sam instructed forcefully.
Dean and I both stared at Sam like he stole our pie but did as he commanded. I pulled my hair back into a high pony tail and threw my jacket on the bed. Sam pushed the table and two chairs up against the wall while Dean pushed the bed together and up against the bathroom wall. They made a pretty large clear space. Sam pushed his hair back, smiled, and said, "Let's see what you got!"
I gave it my best! To each of my swings, Sam had a block. With every kick, he knew how to dodge and turn it against me. I had to admit he was good. Then we switched it up. He went in attack mode and I went on the defensive. I could block several of his attempts but for the most part he would over power me and I would be left to his mercies. This sparring routine went on for hours. He was also testing my endurance, apparently. I held out well. He finally stopped and fell upon the bed. That was a hell of a work out.
"You're not too bad, kid. We can work with it" Dean complimented me. Wow!
"She's still got a long way, Dean. We may not have the time" Sam pointed out.
"C'mon, Sammy. You've got a clear foot and like 50 lbs on her. She's not hopeless"
"I never said she was. I said she needs more practice."
"Sweetheart, ignore him. We'll go at it tomorrow. See what you are really made of!" Dean directed towards me.
"Bring it! Tomorrow!" I growled at him.
"Tomorrow!" Dean chuckled with a wink.
We straighten the room back the way it was and then hit the books again. We still had a ton of books to read and not a lot of time to do so. Dean made a quick phone call to Bobby and then joined me and Sam to do a little light reading. I read about signs, symbols, omens, and the occult until I fell sleep leaned up against Dean's shoulder.