Chapter 3
The next day:
The leader of the demons slams his fist onto the desk. "How could you just let her go, now that she's not drugged, she will hunt us down with those Winchesters and kill us all!" The other demons flinch as they are all scared now. "I swear you are all the stupidest demons I ever hired!"
Crowley walks in and smirks. "Seriously Derek you should hire better demons than a bunch of stupid dicks like these." He walks from his desk and greets Crowley. "I think you have more to worry about then some chick." Crowley slaps him playfully on the back. "Are you kidding, this chick can be used as a weapon to wipe out our enemies, the power she has would be useful." Derek told him.
Crowley raises an eyebrow, "So where is she?" He asks. Derek gives his demons dirty looks. "These losers let her be rescued by the Winchester brothers." Crowley starts to laugh. "You mean moose and squirrel took her?"
Derek gives him a confused look. "Huh?" Crowley stops laughing. "Look I hate to tell you this, but you don't know who you are dealing with when it comes to those two." Derek goes back and sits down at his desk. "That girl was going to make me rich." Crowley laughs again. "Seriously, what makes that girl so special?"
Derek points to the records he dug up on the girl. "She harnesses great power; she could destroy anything in her path, just like that research center she destroyed years ago." Crowley walks up and looks down at the reports. He takes one and reads it. "So how do you think you were going to get her to cooperate?"
"Well we had her drugged until we could come up with something to control her with." Crowley chuckled. "And in the process with those drugs and others you wanted to use on her, you could of easily had killed her, you pompous ass."
Derek stands up and is about to say something when he suddenly starts to choke. "Now if you want to control someone like her, you use something to like hoodoo,hex bags or some kind of potion made a witch or warlock, not drugs." Crowley finally let's him go.
"And where would we get those kinds of things?" Derek asks. "All you had to do is ask me and I would have gotten it for you, of course with a price as magic always comes with a price blah, blah, blah."
She wakes up and looks at the ceiling. At first she forgot where she was, until she finally realizes she is not in her hotel room. She didn't even know what time it was until she looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand and it reads 9 am.
"Good morning." She slowly sits up and looks to where the voice is coming from. "Did you sleep okay?" Sam asks, looking up from his laptop. "I guess so." She gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom. She really needs something else to change into. Her clothes are stained with blood and have tiny cuts in them. "Is it possible I could get a change of clothes?" She shouts from the bathroom. "Sure, we just have to make sure we're not being followed to where you are staying." Sam shouts back to her. Pyro comes out and smiles at him. "Sounds reasonable to me, I know a detour we can take and then I can climb into the window and get my things. Locks can't keep me out."
Dean comes back with food. "I hope you don't mind a ham and cheese sandwich with orange juice." He sets down the bags. She walks over and grabs a sandwich and a cup of orange juice. She walks back to the bed and sits down and eats her food.
"She needs her things, so she is going to show us a detour and she's going to sneak into her room and grab her things." Dean looks at Sam and then Pyro. "Okay, sounds like a plan."
They arrive at the hotel and She goes to the window of her hotel room. She unlocks it and climbs in. Carefully walks around the room and gathers everything and slips it into a duffle bag. She grabs her backpack and climbs back out, locking the window again. She hands Sam the duffle bag and slips the backpack on her shoulder. "Come on we better go, before someone sees us."
They get to the impala. Sam opens the door and throws the duffle into the backseat. She climbs in the back and slips her backpack off her shoulder. "Well we better get the hell out of town now." She sighs. "I guess you have somewhere safe?" She asks as Dean starts up the impala. "We do as a matter of fact, it's safe and no one can find you there."
She nods her head and just stares out of the window as they drive out of the parking lot. Dean glances at her. Sam notices it and raises an eyebrow. "Do you think it's a good idea to take her to the bunker?" Sam asks as he leans over to whisper to Dean. He looks at Sam. "Where else would she be safe?"
She ignores them both as she looks out the window and watches as the scenery goes by. She finally grabs her backpack and pulls out her IPOD Touch 5 and shoves the earpods into her ears. She types in her passcode and then selects something to listen to. It's on shuffle so it will play the songs in random order.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Ah
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know
Dean glances back and then looks at Sam with an eyebrow raised. "That song sounds awfully familiar." Sam chuckles. "It should, remember that play that girl's school put on from the books that Chuck wrote about our lives, except it was kind of rewritten and that was the song they sung at the end.
She notices they were talking and she watches their lips moving. She kind of knows how to read lips. "Did they just say that some girl's school put on a play about their lives is he talking about the books that guy wrote about them?"
She had found the books online. It wasn't just a few, a whole series was written, a bunch more published by a fanatic fan of the books named Becky. She read them all and she knew that everything written was true and that Sam and Dean were real. The last one was Swan Song. She couldn't tell anyone of course.
If she hadn't met the Winchesters those years ago, she like others would have thought they were just stories written in a book series.
If she had known what she knew when she had first met them, she would have known that being associated with the Winchesters was not something to be taken lightly. After she read the books she learned so much about them. Of course the books stopped when Sam and Adam, their half brother fell into the pit. That could of explained why she knew that Sam didn't have a soul when they had their run in back in 2010.
A while later they are at a gas station. She turns off her IPOD Touch 5 and shoves it into her backpack. She climbs out of the impala walks into the gas station. She walks into the women's bathroom. Dean went inside to grab munchies and drinks. Sam stays in the impala. He kept watch just in case.
She comes out of the women's room and walks up to Dean. He hands her the drinks. "Hold these will ya." She holds the drinks. Dean snatches a bunch of munchies and she follows him to the counter. She puts the drinks on the counter. Dean pays for everything with cash. They are about to walk out when two men in masks come barging in. "Okay this is a robbery, so stay where you are." The taller one with a drawl tells them.
She looks at Dean and then at the men. "Okay everyone give me all your cash and jewelry." The other one who had a lisp holds the gun to the cashier and the cashier pulls all of the money out to give to him. "Okay you two, move over there with the other four." They do what they are told.
She tries to stay calm until one of them looks at her and the man's eyes turn black. Dean doesn't notice it. The tall man grabs her around the waist and holds the gun to her head. "I said, empty your pockets." Dean slowly starts to empty his pockets. She blinks and then uses her eyes to look up at the man holding her. Dean looks at her as she mouths to him that they are demons. Dean made it a habit to stash the angel blade somewhere it can't be seen.
She rolls her eyes and finally decides to do something. She concentrates and there is a humming noise. The demon let's go of her with a yelp and she drops to the floor. He grabs her leg and pulls her towards him. She brings her other one and slams it into his face. Sam runs in and fight the other two. One of them is at the back door. The fight lasts only for awhile when Dean uses the angel blade on them. She manages to knock one of them out with a tub of ice cream.
"I told you we should have left her in the car!" Sam yells. She rolls her eyes. "Right, because I didn't help at all. HELLO." She grabs whatever she wants and heads out the door. "We should go before the cops get here." She walks out.
"Hey thanks for the help. Anything you want, it's on us." Dean thinks for a moment and grabs a bunch of munchies that included two slices of pie and beer. Sam rolls his eyes and they leave the store. She stands next to the impala checking the stitches on her stomach. She looks up and pulls down her shirt. She gets in the back seat without saying a word. Dean puts the case of beer in the backseat with the bag of munchies.
"Well one thing is we got to take whatever we wanted and I got me some pie and beer. I haven't had pie since.." Dean looks up. "What?" Sam rolls his eyes. "Let's get out of here before the cops show up okay?" Dean starts the impala. She takes the bottle from her front pocket and pulls out two white pills. She takes it and then takes a large gulp of her bottle of pepsi.
"Wake me up when we get back to the hotel." She leans against the window. She closes her eyes. About 15 minutes later, they hear light snores from her. Dean glances at her and then at Sam. "You know that wasn't called for back there, she helped us. If she hadn't distracted him and signaled to me that they were demons, it could have gone a different way and innocent people could have been hurt or worse, died." "What's up with you anyway, ever since you have seen her, it's like you don't care if you are mean to her or something happens to her."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Sam turns and looks at him. "It was uncalled for and I regret saying it, so can we just forget it?" "I can, but I don't know if she will. I have a strong feeling, she isn't one to forgive and forget so easily."
Sam looks out the window as the scenery goes by. Dean slips in a tape and turns the volume as far as he can down so that he doesn't disturb her, but can still hear it. "It's going to be about a 22 hour drive to the bunker."