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We walked into a room almost exactly like mine, the only difference was there were two beds instead of one.
Dean was sprawled out on the bed closest to the bathroom, he looked away from the TV and narrowed his eyes at Sam and me.
Obviously, Sam had neglected to tell him he had decided to offer me a white flag.
"So, I send you out for food and you bring home a stray," Dean said, raising himself off the bed.
I started to turn for the door. " You know if I wanted snarky remarks and too much testosterone, I'd go back to high school," I said.
Sam put his hands up and blocked my path.
"We are all grown-ups, and after the same thing, to help these kids," Sam reasoned.
I snorted in protest. "Yeah, maybe we should agree on the definition of grown-ups because someone here doesn't fit the bill," I tried to move past Sam without much success.
God what did their father feed them growing up, they are both built out of cement.
I knew that if I wanted to, I could easily get past him, but that would require revealing myself.
I took hold of my emotions, I couldn't allow myself to lose control, not here not now.
"Excuse me, is that little pixie mouthing me Sam?" Dean said.
I raised my eyebrow at him. Pixie, really? I'd been called a lot of things due to being a little short but never pixie.
Ok, if I'm being honest, I am more then a little short but I make up for it with kick-ass awesomeness.
"HEY, I'm not a pixie, I'm five two and I can kick your ass any day, any time," I said making my way to him.
I tried foolishly to meet his gaze from a few feet below him.
He started laughing uncontrollably, which only pissed me off more. I lost nearly all my cool and punched him right in the face.
There is only so much I can handle. It's not all my fault really, I have a whole different person inside of me. It's like a lightning bolt, I can't always control the outcome.
Every day I'm pushing the other side of me down, it's a never-ending battle that I'm constantly fighting. If I let myself forget out of anger, or passion, to hide that side of me, she comes out with force, and in surprising ways.
Dean fell to his knees from the force of my punch, there was a small gash under his right eye. I took two steps back, fear engulfing me. I can't believe I did that, I lost control. The stress of all that was happening, mixed with his condescending laughter, had been too much.
It was like I blacked out for a moment. That's what happens when she gains control. Sam was by Deans side with shock on his face. He helped Dean to his feet.
"Man pixies got power!" Dean chuckled.
Sam started to laugh and helped Dean sit down on the bed. Dean was gently touching his now swelling cheek.
"Pixie Power," Sam said.
I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Told ya Winchester, any time anywhere." I winked, fear slowly subsiding.
I'd got lucky, neither brother bothered to wonder how I packed such a punch. At my height and weight, it should have been impossible. I couldn't be so careless again.
"Okay, so that's all out of your system, now can we get down to business?" Sam said, moving to the table and his laptop.
I grabbed all the research that I had printed off at the library and handed it to Sam. It was like a light switch, we were all officially on duty. I'd discovered last night that someone had noticed a couple of the missing kids on the front porch of a local abandoned house.
"That's all the history on the house where the children were last seen," I said, using my professional hunter voice.
The case that had brought us all here was a tricky one. There was a large house in the middle of town that was drawing children in, and then poof, they disappear.
"Well, it looks like the children are all between the ages of 6 to 10." Dean said, now sitting next to Sam.
"Well that's not much help, it still doesn't explain what draws them in or why," Sam said.
I started to pace back and forth, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"No one has died a suspicious death in the house or on the land, so haunting is unlikely," I simply stated.
"What if someone is using the house as their hunting grounds?" I said, stopping in front of the boys.
"Could be just your average human psychopath," Dean stated.
I narrowed my eyes at his tone of voice. "You encounter a lot of those?" I said curiously.
"Let's just say humans can be scary, they are worse than any monster I've ever dealt with," Dean said.
I nodded in agreement. There defiantly is a wide variety of things that go bump in the night, but humans are on a different level altogether.
Sam closed his laptop. "I think an old fashion stakeout is our best bet, we can't allow whatever this is to take another kid," Sam stated.
A stakeout with the Winchesters, tight, confined, and all alone. Great just what I needed. I guess my new motto is to keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
No matter what, I had to remember they were the hunters and I will always be the hunted. I shook my head and chimed in with the unanimous yes. I was defiantly in for a long night.
