One more time, I thoroughly wish I owned Sam, Dean and Castiel, but no dice, I guess. Sigh. It's just hard to accept, you know?
CHAPTER 3: SASQUATCH
I probably would have stood and stared at him all day long if he hadn't blinked just then. It was all I needed to snap out of my trance and come back to drab reality. "Arya?" Delia looked at me oddly. "What happened?" "Uh" I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that seemed to have gathered in it."Nothing...I think I know these guys." She kept staring. "God, stop gawking, will you?" I snapped. "I'm okay. I'm just going to go talk to them, I think they're...family friends or something." Carrie looked puzzled. "You think? Jeez, Arya, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing okay?" I shot her an irritated look. "I'll be right back. You guys go sit down." "But Arya-" I cut off Delia's whine with an annoyed "Oh God, I'm not gonna eat them up, okay? I'll be sure to introduce later."
I walked over to the three guys. The tall guy looked up and suddenly, I knew those hazel eyes. Of course I knew them! I resisted an urge to giggle out loud at his confused expression when he saw me. When I was standing about three feet away, I grinned at him. "Sasquatch?" I asked playfully. Recognition dawned on his features. He tilted his head to one side. " Hurricane? " I nodded excitedly and we both burst out laughing.
"Um, we're still alive out here" said the blond guy sarcastically and I turned to him. I'd almost forgotten about him and the hot guy next to him. " Dean?" I asked uncertainly. I only had a hazy memory of him and his dad, Uncle John. His green eyes widened. "Who's this, Sammy?" he demanded of his brother, who grinned. "Dean, Cass, meet Hurricane aka Arya Summers." The man in the trench coat just looked at me with those all knowing eyes. So he was called... Cass? Weird.
"Don't tell me!" Dean exclaimed. "Little Arya?" He laughed. "Hey!" I protested. "I'm not little anymore! I turn eighteen this year" "Right " Dean smirked. " And I turn thirty. Sammy here turns twenty six." "Wow" I said. I couldn't believe so much time had passed since my last meeting with the Winchester brothers. "I remember sjhe was just eleven, Dean!" Sam was saying animatedly. "But she was phenomenal. Absolutely amazing."
I smiled at the memory. I'd gone to Ohio with my parents on a case. I was in a terrible mood that night and when the room service delivered Chinese instead of Thai, I got mad. I'd always had a volatile temper, and I chucked the entire dish on to the floor. My dad yelled at me and infuriated, I ran out of the hotel and got lost. Sam found me in a ramshackle go down. I knew him because Uncle John and Dad were good friends, and he said he'd help me back to the hotel. Just then a werewolf attacked and before it could do anything, I had already taken care of it. When we got back to the hotel, my parents, whom Sam had called to inform them that I was still alive, were sick with worry. My dad was really angry, but when Sam began showering me with praise and he relented.
I'd fondly called him Sasquatch because he was so tall and burly. And Hurricane stuck to me for my 'lightning fast reflexes' and ' ferocious attack' as Sam phrased it. I was genuinely happy to see the brothers again. "So" I said brightly," how's Uncle John?" There was a heavy silence. Finally, it was the blue eyed guy who spoke. " John Winchester died nearly three years ago." He had a deep, throaty voice which sent shivers down my spine, only in a nice way. I chided myself for thinking about his baritone when he was delivering such bad news,
I really hadn't known Uncle John properly but I remembered him as a dark haired man with kind blue grey eyes. I'd asked Dad why he looked so sad though. That must have been when I was around five. "Arya, honey, Uncle John lost his wife to a bad, bad accident." My dad had told me. "He misses her." It was later that I came to know the real story behind Mary Winchester's death I'd wondered, what if that had happened to my mom? I couldn't imagine Dad looking helpless, so alone without Mom, it was too painful to even consider. The Winchesters had my sympathy even though they never knew.
"I'm so sorry" my eyes welled up with tears as I glanced from one brother to the other. This must have been a really hard blow to them. They had no one but each other now. "What happened?" I asked quietly. "If you're okay with telling me that is." "Little Arya" Dean shook his head." Dad used to talk a lot about Uncle Vince. Of course we can tell you. But...um, not here. Can you come with us somewhere else?" I looked around. No one was watching, and the idea of ditching school was very appealing. Besides, I knew I could trust the Winchesters. "Sure" I smiled. "Let's go." I heard a flutter of something like wings and found that the other guy was gone. "Where-?" I stared confusedly at Dean and Sam. "Long story" Sam sighed. "Come one, let's go." And with a last glance behind me, I hurried off before anyone caught me.