CHAPTER 2

Johnnie Coleman.

The motel sat, almost neglected in the middle of the suburbs, a low lying building, all the rooms looking out onto the car park which seemed unkempt and untidy as everything else. One of those places that gives the impression of being able to accommodate anyone, but especially he kind of people that good people would never want to know about, the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour.

I don't know how long I watched the dark haired boy at the window, but I know that he didn't notice me. My gaze fixed on him, he seemed so out of place in the ugly building, because he had the face of one of life's good guys, and my mind was focused on a single thought, while the rain continued to hammer down.

I was so fixated on him, I didn't even realize someone had approached my car until I heard the door opening. I would have cursed my error if a gun hadn't pressed into my neck and a cold voice hadn't spoken.

"Get out of the car slowly and keep your hands in sight."

It's nearly impossible to disobey an order like that with a gun threatening to blow your head off and I did exactly what I was told, keeping my eyes stubbornly fixed on my shoes.

"Who or what are you?" He asked me. His ways were sharp and his voice angry and rude, but I understood. That was when I chose to look up into the eyes. Such contradictions, someone who craved to be young, someone with too much maturity for their age.

I don't know why I didn't answer, I couldn't act rationally. I held my hands out, trying to dispel a part of his anger, indicating that I wasn't armed and that I couldn't have hurt anyone, even if I wanted to.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asked me, the barrel of the gun digging in a fraction more. I felt the cold metal, or rather, I imagined the cold metal, because I was wearing a hoodie to protect me against the cold and rain.

Suddenly a door from ne of the rooms flung open and the boy I had been watching with such avid attention rushed out.

"Dean…what the hell is going on?" He asked.

"I dunno…this crazy stalker "thing" was watching you." He replied not taking his eyes off me, pushing me towards the open door, and the light.

"Whatever you are, you're in trouble." He said to me.

"Dean…" The younger one said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I've had enough of your shoot first, ask questions later attitude." He sighed, trying to get passed Dean to study my face. He was a lot taller than me, and I still stared at the floor, so he had to bend down to look at me.

"Dean…she's just a girl." He exclaimed.

"Sammy…get the holy water." The other one ordered without taking the gun away from me.

"Dean ...."

"I said get the holy water!" He said fiercely. The two boys looked at each other, both of them trying to get the other to back down. But it was Sam who sighed and stalked off, appearing only a few short moments later.

He looked at me, almost begging me to forgive him when he sprinkled the cool water on my face. I reached up and brushed the droplets away.

"Are you happy now?" Asked Sam, but got no response from his brother other than a shrug. I looked at Dean.

"Could you possibly remove that gun, its making me nervous?" I asked him sweetly. He narrowed his eyes but lowered it.

"Who are you?" He demanded as Sam bundled me into the motel room, Dean following. His fingers still hovered over the trigger.


"Name's Johnnie." I replied, looking him straight in the eye, "And as your brother so cleverly deduced…I am just a girl."

"How do you know he's my brother?" Dean asked, his green eyes were wary.

"Not only do I know that you are brother, but you are Dean, he is Sam and you are both Winchester's. I could also tell you the date and place of both your births…although I imagine you already know that." I stated, not without a certain amount sarcasm.

He pointed the gun at me again.


"If you're not a demon, which is obvious cos the whole, you know…holy water thing…how do you know us?" Asked Sam and his tone was decidedly more friendly than his brother.

"I had to find you," I finally admitted, "Because…I need your help."

There was no need to lie, the two boys, the two hunters were my salvation, without them, I had no chance of success.

"You need our help?" Asked Dean, arching an eyebrow and a looking thoroughly smug.

"Yes. Unfortunately I do." I sighed, without adding more. I did not want to give them too many explanations until I was completely sure they would help me.

"How can we help?" Asked Dean, but it wasn't a gentle question, it was once again tinged with smugness and a hint of apprehension, he obviously still wasn't sure about me.

But Jools had sent me to them, told me I needed to find these two boys, and if what she sad was true, then only they could help.

"You know very well how you can help me." I sighed, sick of games, "By doing the thing you guys do best…hunt."

Sam, who had listened in silence as Dean and I traded snarky comments spoke up for the first time since I have been practically thrown into the motel room.

"What do you know about hunting?" He asked me and I noticed that his eyes were kind, but in his eyes there were traces mystery, a problem, a secret pain endured for too long.

The thought surprised me, how could I be so aware of someone I had only just met.

I could practically hear Jools in my head, but pushed her echoing words aside.

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"Virtually nothing" I answered, and I was sincere.

"So what do you want from us?" Dean asked. He still held the gun in his hands, cradled almost lovingly in his lap. "We don't waste time with runaway girls."

"Argh." I threw my hands in the air. "Why are you always so rude? I'm not just a girl, and I need your help. I have information, but obviously you aren't interested." I was losing patience, despite all my good intentions.

"Dean, please…" Whispered Sam.

"Let's go ... Sam." Replied Dean, brandishing the gun once again in my face.

"Please put that god damned gun down." I snapped, because every time it neared me I felt an irritating shiver of apprehension down my back.

"If you know nothing about hunting…how do you know we can help?" Asked Dean warily again.

"It's a long story."

"Well, obviously I am very keen to hear it…especially after a long day cooped up in the car." Dean said sarcasm dripping off his words.

"Dean! Enough…put he gun down and let's just listen. It's not like us to turn away one away." Sam practically shouted, apparently not the only one irritated by his older brother's attitude.

"Tell us what you know Johnnie." Sam said, indicating one of the plastic chairs in the room.

How can they be so different? My mind seemed to scream. They're brothers, bought up in the same environment, but polar opposites.

Dean had proved to be edgy, suspicious and sarcastic, shoot now, ask questions later. Sam seemed kind, polite, quiet and trusting. Maybe that would be his downfall.

"No…no, no, no. Sammy…what the hell?" Dean practically shouted. Sam looked up at him and sighed.

"Dean, please, can we talk alone?" He asked, taking his arm and dragging him towards the door.

"Sam, quit it!" Dean protested, but his younger brother proved stronger and dragged him through the door. Returning a few minutes later, Dean seemed willing to listen to me, although possibly willing was the wrong word.

"Ok Johnnie, tell us what you know." Sam sat down on the chair opposite, but seemed to think of something. "Although, do you wanna change?" He asked, indicating my wet clothes.

"My bag is in the car." I said, throwing a poisonous glance at Dean. "I didn't have time to grab it."

"I'll get it." Dean announced standing up. It was clear the Dean still didn't trust me, although I couldn't think of a reason why.

Jools where you have sent me? Are you sure these are our last chance? I silently asked her. .


The determination that I had shown up to that point seemed to go abruptly, shattered after the clash with green eyes and implacable Dean Winchester. I sighed as he walked out of the door.

Nobody knew where I was, I hadn't been able to tell Jools after being so rudely dragged from my car. I was in a motel room with two strangers, one of whom looks like he might want to throw me out into the rain.

Its totally normal that I was a little apprehensive, right?

I opened my mouth to speak to Sam, because he looked like he wanted to talk, but as I did, Dean stalked back through the door and thrust my bag in my face.

"This it?" He asked, and I knew that even if I said no he wouldn't have cared.

"I am sure you thoroughly searched the car." I kept my tone clipped and glared at him before turning to the softer eyes of Sam. "Where is the bathroom?"

"Over there." He gestured behind him. I had been blessed with good hearing so even through the closed door I could still hear their hushed tones.

"Are you happy now?" Dean hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam answered angelically.

"Don't you take that tone with me Sammy."

"Seriously Dean, I don't know what you're talking about." And I could hear the tapping of the keyboard that lay on the table.

"You don't know…riiight. Well, let me explain it for ya Sammy. I know you feel guilty about Ava, but you can't save everyone Sam, just because she looked at you with a big pair of eyes." Dean said. I could imagine the look that Sam was giving him.

Sam raised his eyes from the laptop, then asked him simply:

"What we should do, in your opinion? Throw her out into the rain when she asked for our help?"

"Yes! Damnit Sam, remember, we can't save everyone! "Said Dean

"No, we can't, but you haven't even tried! We don't even know what she wants and why are you so against trying to help her?" Asked Sam.

I chose that moment to leave the bathroom, not wanting to hear Dean's response.

The look both of them gave me had me knowing that they were actually looking at me as a girl now, not as a threat. I wasn't beautiful in the conventional sense but I was interesting looking.

I had short hair, very dark. I had been blessed with high cheekbones from my mothers side of the family, large brown eyes, a small nose and full lips. No, I wasn't beautiful, but it hadn't stopped me from using my looks to get what I wanted every now and then. And even I had to admit I looked a hell of a lot better in jeans and a black sweater rather than soaking wet clothes.

"Am I interrupting anything?" I asked simply.

"No." Sam answered far too quickly. I hid a smile as he continued. "Why don't you sit and tell us how we can help?" He said, pushing a chair out from under the table with his foot.

"Ok." I said, sitting down, taking in my surroundings again, and sparing Dean a glance as he leant against a wall with his arms crossed. "But first I need to tell you, I don't think you can help, I know you can, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Of course, it is up to you two whether you do help or not." I stood up from the table. "I need to shoe you something first."

I rummaged in my bag, bringing out a faded envelope and pulled out the folded yellow paper from inside. I handed it to Dean who had pushed himself off from the wall.

Dean blanched as he took in the words scratched on the page and handed it to Sam. Dean didn't take his eyes off me, staring at me with an unreadable expression. Sam did the same. I couldn't blame them. A strange girl had come out of the rain and handed them a letter from their father. And from the looks on both their faces, there was no doubt that the signature was genuine. They were holding a letter from John Winchester.