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"At least let me wait in the car!" Amy cried from the hallway. Wallis was in her room, changing her shoes before she left to go to the motel. Pulling out a pair of boots, she sighed as Amy barged in, throwing herself down onto the bed.

"You're not coming, I need you to stay here and look into this case." She huffed, pulling on her boots and discarding her other shoes to the floor.

"But it's a dead end! There are no traces anywhere! I've looked everyw-"

"Look, Amy. You're not coming." Wallis concluded, getting to her feet. Amy watched her questioningly.

"You're sure this is just an explanation of what they know? You're not going to turn up and find him sprawled out on the be-"

"I'm going over to find out what they know and figure them out, okay? Nothing more, nothing less." She said, walking passed Amy and heading for the door of the apartment.

"But what if-"

"I'll text you if things start to go wrong, okay? Promise." Wallis called, on the threshold. Amy nodded stubbornly and Wallis ran down the stairs, into the bright Kansas sunlight. She started up the car and drove slowly down the street, paying close attention to the street signs above her as she passed them. Mentally preparing herself for the meeting, Wallis ran through a list of things to check and bases to cover. Up until now her only aims had been to find out why Sam and Dean had been in Mrs Hagar's house under aliases and why they were so interested in the case, but the whole reunion sparked another question within her - What exactly was this alleged business that they had been doing those years ago in Scotland?

As she pulled unto the motel parking lot, Wallis parked in a vacant space and leaned over the steering wheel slightly, reading the large sing in front of her car to ensure it was the right place. Taking one last look at the papers in the open glove box, she sighed and threw open the door.

"We gotta cover everything, Sammy." Dean said, pouring Holy Water into a clear bottle, screwing on the cap and placing it into the mini-fridge. "I know you don't think she's a demon, I don't either, but we gotta be safe." He said, locking the mini-fridge once again.

"What if they're not demons, or anything unnatural? What if they're just criminals? And you're planning on spilling everything to her. You'll turn the girl psycho." Sam pleaded, still against Dean's idea. Dean sighed and got to his feet, kicking the rug over the newly spray-painted demon trap under the rug.

"There's something going on with them and it's connected to this case," Dean retorted, making his way to the table where his beer sat. "I'm gonna find out what it is using our reason as some leverage." He moved to the edge of his chosen bed, bringing the cool beer to his lips. He swallowed on the bitter taste, hearing an engine approach outside. Looking to Sam, he raised an eyebrow. Sam pulled back the curtain subtly, peeking outside. He turned his head back to Dean and gave him a slight nod, after which Dean got to his feet and dived for the can of red spray paint he had left by the bedside cabinet. Grimacing at the unclean drawer, he threw it in and sat back down on the bed. He heard soft footsteps approach, followed by a series of knocks. Dean took one last sweeping look of the room, making sure nothing was left in sight as Sam opened the door.

"Hey, come on in." He heard Sam say, moving aside to let Wallis in and closing the door behind her.

"Good to see you again, Sam." She smiled, standing in the middle of the room.

"Drink?" Dean asked, getting to his feet and gesturing to the mini-fridge.

"Sure, why not?" She accepted, sitting on a seat indicated to her by Sam. Dean unlocked the fridge, his hand reaching for the pre-filled Holy Water bottle. Walking over to her, Dean handed her the bottle as Sam stayed on his feet by the door. Wallis accepted the water from Dean, watching them closely as they stared at her. Lifting the bottle to her lips, her eyes darting to each of them. "Okay, what have you laced this with?" She laughed, looking at the bottle then back to Sam and Dean. Dean shifted uncomfortably, eyes wide.

"Nothing!" He laughed nervously. "Does it smell funny? Maybe its just the fri-"

"I'm kidding, why are you both so tense?" She questioned.

"I'm not tense, totally tense-free." Sam replied, holding his hands up by his shoulders, finally sitting on his bed as she took a sip of water. Dean watched her as she reclined into the wooden chair, watching him.

"Okay," He said, becoming uncomfortable in the silence. "Let's cut the crap and get to business."

"Finally." Wallis smirked. "So, explain away." She added. Dean shook his head.

"No, that's not how it's going to work." He said plainly. He saw Wallis' jaw tighten. "Firstly, you tell us what you and your sister were doing at Mrs Hagar's, then we'll tell you what we were doing." He elaborated. Wallis' eyes narrowed.

"That wasn't our agreement." She said sourly. "However, it is a smarter method of tricking me into a hotel room than last time." She added, smirking to herself as she played with the cap of her water. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright," Wallis sighed, straightening her back. "Mrs Hagar didn't invite Amy and I over that day. She was an old friend of Amy's dad. He worked with Mrs Hagar's husband and we were going to surprise her with a visit." She concluded. Dean's eyes narrowed as he watched her, searching for any evidence of a lie.

"I call bullshit." He said finally.

"Dean-" Sam interjected.

"Why did you run? If you were going to surprise her, why didn't you just let us leave and surprise her?" He questioned.

"Let a woman who hasn't seen us since we were kids come into her house and see us in her living room, while two strange men run out her back door? Great idea, mastermind." She laughed. "Now, tell me." She said, her face now serious. "What were you two doing in there?" Her head turned to Sam, who flinched slightly as she stared intently at him.

"Ever heard of LARPing?" Sam asked her. Dean's head turned to Sam quickly as he shot him a poisonous look. She raised an eyebrow.

"Vaguely." She said slowly. Gritting his teeth, Dean shook his head. He thought Sam was better at lying than this.

"Dean and I are LARPers. We heard about the disappearance and wanted to try and figure it out." He explained, his expression unreadable. Dean watched Wallis closely as her face changed through a series of expressions.

"Like some sort of amateur Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson?" She laughed. "Bull. Shit." She added, leaning on the edge of her chair to Sam. Suddenly, she started looking around the room, her nose twitching slightly. As she stood up, Dean also rose to his feet, watching her movements carefully. Sam mirrored his actions and stood beside him, both watching as Wallis' foot ran along the edge of the rug.

Wallis edged her foot under the rug, staring out Sam and Dean before flicking the rug over on itself. As she suspected she found a demon trap, newly painted under the rug. Thinking for a moment, she wondered what to say. Act as if she had no idea what the pattern was, or out them there and then. Either way she couldn't hide the proud smile from her face.

"How did you know that was there? You're not a demon." Sam said, his shoulders tense beneath his shirt as he towered over her.

"Correct, sasquatch. I'm afraid I'm all out of gold stars-"

"Answer the god damn question!" Dean cried, causing Wallis to flinch.

"I smelled spray paint! There's no spray paint on the walls, so the logical place would be under the rug!" She replied.

"What are you?" Sam interrogated. Wallis sighed.

"Really? I'm amazed you two haven't worked it out." She answered, finally piecing together all of the pieces. It was so blatantly obvious, she could have punched herself for not realising. The fake badges, the cheap suits, bad lies and now the spray painted demons trap. Looking at their faces, she saw the pieces click into place in their own minds. Their eyes widened. Wallis nodded as their mouths fell open slightly.

"You- and Amy - you're hunters?!" Dean called, astonished.

"Nice of you to catch up." Wallis laughed. She watched Dean's face fall slightly, then saw as Sam approached her.

"You mean there are hunters in Britain?" He asked her. She looked at him unbelievably.

"Yes! God, you're slow." She groaned, taking a seat where Dean sat previously. Feeling relieved at the truth of Sam and Dean being hunters, she relaxed. "Amy and I found this case a few weeks after we moved here. But it's all loose ends and way above us. Pretty deep-end stuff for us, in all honesty. We're used to your small scale possessions and maybe the odd werewolf." She admitted with a shrug. "How about you? Found anything interesting that could help?" Dean and Sam shared a distressed glance.

"Wallis," Dean said, walking over to her and perching beside her. "You have no idea what you're involving yourself in." He sighed. "This, it's bigger than a demon kidnapping some locals. It's more dangerous than anything you think you've ever known." Wallis stared into his eyes, dark and light green melting into one and other and shining brightly under the cheap motel lighting.

"I'm not worried about danger." She said, lifting her chin. Dean sighed again, wringing his hands.

"Look, this is a warning. Back out of this now. You've got a fresh start, you can give up this burden. I don't want to drag you into our mess." He said kindly. Looking at him with a confused smile, she asked him:

"How is this your mess?" He watched her, looking quickly to Sam then back again to her.

"You're going to need something stronger." He said quietly, looking at the bottle of water clutched in her hands. "Listen," He said, getting to his feet and looking down at her. "Call Amy, tell her to meet me at the diner. I'm going to get more beer. When I come back, I'll explain everything to you both. I - promise." He said, his face hardening on the last word as he swept his keys up in his hand, opening and slamming the door behind him. Wallis looked to Sam quickly, confused as to what had happened.

"Did I - did I upset him? What did I say?" She asked Sam desperately.

"No, no you didn't. It's just - you'll find out soon enough." He said. "Here, let me get you some more water." He offered, holding out his hand to take her bottle.

"But I'm not finished." She said, looking up at him.

"Yeah, but I feel weird making you drink Holy Water after finding out you're not possessed." He laughed nervously. A smile broke Wallis face at his kindness as she handed him the bottle. Wallis quickly plucked her phone from her pocket, sending a message to Amy.

To: Amy - Dean's going to the diner, meet him there and he'll bring you to the motel.

From: Amy - Please tell me something has gone wrong and that they aren't perverts.

To: Amy - They're not perverts. Dean has something to tell us.

From: Amy - That's what they all say, then you end up on the news. Be there in two.

Wallis smirked as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket, then looked to Sam, who approached her with a fresh bottle of water.

"How long have you been hunters?" She asked him, curious of Dean's apparent enhanced knowledge. Sam thought for a moment as he handed her a fresh bottle of water.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Twenty nine."

"Longer than you've been alive." He laughed. "Well, Dean has."

"How old are you two?!" Wallis asked, looking at his tanned skin and young face.

"I'm twenty nine, Dean's thirty four." He couldn't help but smirk at her unbelieving expression. "I only found out everything when I was twelve. Dean told me everything. He started hunting with my dad as soon as he was allowed, but he knew pretty much as soon as dad did. Our mother was killed by a demon and our house burned down." He thought for a moment. "After that my dad took to the road to track down the bastard and took us with him." Wallis watched him sitting on the bed opposite her, his face soft but sad.

"I'm sorry," She said, empathising. "Did you find the demon?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah, that demon is long gone."

"What about your dad? Where's he?" She asked. Sam looked away from her, unsure what to say. Wallis understood, she felt the exact same way when people asked about her parents. "I'm sorry. My parents died too." She added. Sam raised an eyebrow. "I was fourteen, I came home from school and my dad was possessed, my mother was lying on the floor with her neck snapped. Amy's dad saved me, he adopted me after that. He taught me how to be a hunter. He died a few years ago now; werewolf got him." She sighed, swallowing hard on the bad memories. Sam nodded, his darker eyes meeting hers with a condoling smile. "I guess there's just no way out of this, huh?" She added.

"No," Sam answered, shaking his head. "Dean seems to think there is, but I know you can't. I tried. So has he. We both ended up back in the same damn cycle." He gritted his teeth. Their conversation was broken with the roar of an engine from outside and a loud stereo, then silence, followed by a pair of footsteps approaching the door.