A/N- Thanks for all the feedback! Anyway, I know that there is a character in the actual show named Ash but just to let you know, my Ash has nothing to do with mullet boy. I picked the name Ash because it's something my brother calls me. Now, on to the next chapter!
"So you…hunt monsters?" I asked once the brothers had finished their tale. "Yes, and we think your families murder may be our kinda job." Sam replied. For some reason, I believed every word the two of them had said, despite the fact that what they were telling me seemed impossible. Honestly, I liked the idea of a world out there that people weren't aware of. I had always believed in the kind of things they were telling me about, spirits, demons, even shape-shifters. I was just scared to admit it; for fear that people would think I was crazy.
I didn't know what to say. We sat there in awkward silence for a minute. "Well, I guess that would make sense." I said, nodding my head. From the looks on their faces, this was not the response that Sam and Dean had been expecting. I was taking this better then they had thought I would. "Ash, is there something you're not telling us about that night?" Sam asked suddenly. "…there might be one thing…" I hesitated only a second, and then jumped into the story about my freaky ability. To my surprise, they weren't shocked. "So, you believe this is something supernatural?" Dean asked me. I nodded, and then asked my nagging question. "Wait, do you guys come across people who can…feel things all the time or something?" "There are people with natural abilities, like you." Sam said. "So, there is nothing wrong with me?" I asked relieved. "Nope, for you it sounds like it's completely natural." Sam assured me. I sighed in relief. It was natural; there was nothing wrong with me.
Another unsettling thought hit me then. "You guys said I was in danger. You said you thought the killer would come for me too." I said. "Yes" Dean said. "Ash we need a favor. We need you to help us catch this thing." "How?" I asked. "We think this thing will come for you when you're alone, outside, unprotected." Sam said. It dawned on me then, what they wanted me to do. "Okay" I said. "What?" Dean asked. "I said okay. I'll do it. You don't have to spell out what you want me to do. I'll be bait, or whatever. Anything to keep this thing from hurting anyone else." I said determinedly. Sam and Dean exchanged yet another shocked glance. I don't think they'd ever met anyone like me before. A young girl who accepted the existence of monsters so readily, who jumped to put her life on the line to bring down an evil being, not seeming to be terrified by any of it. I always was different, guess I was different amongst monsters too.
"When are we bringing this thing down?" I asked. "We need to do it as soon as possible." Dean replied. "Well, I'm ready whenever you guys are." I said. "You sure about this, you don't have to listen to us if you don't want to." Sam said. "Trust me." I smirked. "If I didn't want to do this, then I wouldn't be doing it." "Okay then, follow us I guess." Dean said. When we walked through the front door I saw one of the most beautiful cars I had ever laid eyes on. It was a 'suped up Chevy Impala. My dad had wanted one of these so badly! As we walked toward the car, Dean leaned towards Sam and muttered "Kids got spunk, I like that." "Ya, who does that remind you of?" Sam asked. Simultaneously, they said "you" and pointed to each other. I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. They turned to me, as if they'd forgotten I was there. "Hey" Dean said "You know, you shouldn't take rides from strangers." "You're not strangers" I replied. "You're federal agents remember?" I asked jokingly. "Just get in the back, and don't touch anything." Dean said, but a small smile was playing on his lips. As I got in, I saw Sam trying to hide the fact he was laughing. Dean started the car and we drove off. Little did I know, this was only the first ride in a long line of many soon to come.
