I watched the men from my seat on the windowsill. It's been a few hours since April and I knocked them had them facing each other gagged and tied to chairs.
After checking their pockets, all we found were their weapons, a pair of keys, their wallets, a few IDs and a few condoms from the short haired one.
They seemed like standard hunters.
At first.
We found out their names. The one with short hair was Dean Winchester and the other was his brother Sam Winchester. The Winchester brothers. We heard quite a bit about them. We've even met their father,John Winchester, a few times. Nice man really. He's helped us out a few times on some cases.
Waiting for them to wake up, April had gone back to the store. I desperately need something sweet at the moment. Damn I should have asked her to buy me another Pepsi.
Boredom over took me, so I decided to go through their wallets again, checking places I might have missed before. As I shifted through one, a piece of paper fell to the floor. I picked it up and looked at it.
Shock and disbelief filled my face. Keys clicked in the door and I turned to find April returning. I quickly showed her the piece of paper.
"How did they get this?" she asked.
I shrugged. "We'll find out as soon as they wake up." As soon as those words left my mouth we heard a moan come from where we had the men tied up at.
"I'm telling you, I don't know." I hit Sam hard across the face with the back of my hand. Blood began to pour from his nose.
"You expect us to believe you just broke in here without having any idea as to who the fuck we were?!"
Dean laughed. I spun around from his brother and turned to face him, anger and frustration clear on my face. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"
"We know who you are." He stated a smile spreading wide across his face. "We know a lot about you actually. Both of you." He laughed again.
"Oh really?" I marched to the end table and grabbed my gun. Cocking it back I pointed it directly at Dean's head.
"Rayne!" April moved from behind Sam and came to stand next to me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE FUCK YOU TWO ARE HERE!" I shoved the gun closer into Dean's face, the metal of the barrel almost making contact with his skin.
"You must be fucking stupid if you think-" I pointed to the ground and shot a blank round at the floor.
"That was my last blank," I said aiming the gun on his head again, "unless you think I'm bluffing but go ahead and try your luck." I saw him visibly gulp and I smiled with satisfaction.
"OK. OK." Sam began to speak. I turned to him, not taking my gun off Dean. "We got a tip. An anonymous tip saying to come here. We don't know anything more than that."
"BULLSHIT!"
"Look, if you don't believe us then don't. I could really care less, but since we have you here, maybe you could lend us a hand." Dean spoke, his eyes trained on the barrel of the gun pointed at him.
"Help with what?" April asked, crossing her arms and looking annoyed.
"There's something big going on, not too far from here. And if rumors are true, you guys are pretty good at what you do."
"What makes you think we'll help you?" my eyes narrowed.
"Because helping us, helps you." I turned back to face Sam as he spoke the words. I took a good look at his eyes and knew what he said was true. They hadn't been sent here for just any reason. Whoever sent them had to know what we were looking for, what we needed and thought they fit the bill.
I flipped the safety on gun much to Dean's relief but before he could talk again I brought my hand back and slammed his head with the butt of my gun, instantly knocking him out again.
"What the hell?" Sam cried in protest and began to struggle against his restraints. I looked to April who gave me a small sympathetic look. Her eyes pleaded with me.
"Whatever." I waved the gun and moved back to the kitchen.
I put the gun away, took out a cherry pie from the fridge and watched as April quickly slid a small cloth over Sam's face. He struggled a bit more but the chemicals quickly knocked him unconscious.
"You never have any fun with things." I stated taking a big bite out of the pie.
"Knocking out a Winchester with brute force is not what I call fun especially since we'll be helping each other out now."
I shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The entire room gave a feeling of eeriness. It was completely trashed. The walls were chipped and had graffiti all over. The place smelled horrible like a homeless guy who hasn't had a bath for years. There were people littered all over the place with some tied up. However there was one figure lying on a couch staring at the ceiling since they've been there.
"Our meeting is drawing closer by the day."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing important. I was just talking to myself."
"Will you join us this time?"
"No." The figure stood up.
"We will remain here for three to five days at most. Any complaints?" The figure addressed everyone who was in the room. They nodded their heads with no one speaking up. They knew the routine and what would happen if any of them disobeyed. It was done a few times and each of them dead. The only ones to try now would have to be stupid or reckless or both.
"Good." The figure left the room but not before taking its guitar with it.