Sam had been there waiting for a while now. The sun would rise in less than two hours and they needed to hurry, they'd already wasted too much time following the lead of that random con girl. He was not convinced that she was worth all this trouble, specially because all he saw her do was kickass in a joint and disappear in a stolen motorcycle: not one of these things meant she was indeed a supernatural hunter. He had to admit he didn't find her dangerous or anything like that, but he would think twice before trusting her. But all these thoughts, it soon seemed, came to him a little too late - as the Metallicar did a dramatic stop next to him in a non-Dean fashion.
He went quickly to the driver's door and pulled it open.
"Hurry up man, the sun will be here soon and people will b-" Sam came to a complete stop once instead of his brother's reassuring face, he saw long feminine legs. Dean got off on the other side of the vehicle, not even bothering to explain.
"I see to whom the gentleman gene of the family went, thank you Nerdy." and the girl got off as if Sam had actually intended to open the door for her, not a care in the world. She threw the car keys to Dean and they went on leaving a (very) confused Sam behind.
As the trio entered the asleep orphanage, Dean's supernatural detector started alerting they were in the right place.
"We should look for the boy's room. Any idea where to look?"
"Dean, you come with me." Sam then turned to the girl "You can search dowstairs right?"
Even though Dean was confused by his brother's lack of chivalry, the girl knew what was going on (girls always know what's going on) she smiled an arrogant smile at Sam and started walking towards the dark corridors. The boys went up to what would be the dormitory area, not saying a word to each other. After searching fruitlessly for a few minutes for anything unusual, the younger brother spoke up.
"What are you doing Dean?"
"Looking for the 'Hagmulet'...? Aren't you?"
"You can't trust her Dean. Yet you trusted her with 'the baby'?! Not even I get to drive it!"
"Okay now that's not true, you drove it before."
"That's not my point at all."
"And since when are you the one suspicious of other people?"
"What makes you think this girl, whose name you don't even know-"
"In my defense, I did try to ask."
"That horrible pick-up line doesn't count...- who's to say she's not just using us-"
"She is using us."
"So!"
"Look Sammy, you got it all wrong. I don't trust her either, she stole my car keys (gave it back, but stole it anyways). But what can miss 'femme fatale' do to us? Though if it were a hand-combat, my money would be on her."
"Thank you, Dean..."
"If it weren't, she'd probably steal it anyways..."
Their interaction was cut short when they both heard a child cry coming from one of the rooms. It was a room like the others from what they could see from the tiny window on the door, but this one was occupied by one boy only.
"So its door number 100... The kid's awake, how do we search for the 'Hagmulet'?'"
"Well, first: stop calling it that." Dean frowned, he thought it was creative. "And let me do the talking." Sam knocked lightly on the door and dared to open it just enough so he could show his amicable face. What he saw though was not amicable. The kid was not crying, he was laughing creepishly and when he turned to see who was disturbing his peace... well, let's just say his eyes gave away he was not himself. Sam feared that any loud noise on the hallway would call to much attention, so he quickly grabbed Dean and both went inside, locking the door behind them.
The boy got off his chair and stared at them with colored eyes. Things in the room started trembling, each piece of dead furniture trying to break free from their designated space.
"Kid... we just need to talk!"
"I don't think he's the one listening Dean..." they both dived to the ground as a large table flew off the window.
"Well there goes keeping it quiet."
"Do you see anything that could be the item?"
"Sammy, I think you should focus on running from the sharp objects for now"
Amidst flying threatening chairs, pencils and house utensils, the orphanage started to wake up in alarm. The door was forced open by one of the nurses, which was completely useless once a flying bed made its way to destroy the wall next to it. Now they were exposed. The nurse was panicking too much over the two strangers in a destroyed room to notice the kid in his strange behavior, and before she could, she heard a confident voice behind her.
"M'am, I need you to evacuate the other kids immediately and let me take care of the rest."
The poor woman turned around to face a girl holding a police badge in front of her. Looked official enough, she left the scene. The kid went on to give Dean a hard time, stranggling him since Dean could not fight back. Sam was desperately looking for the item. Suddenly, the girl pulls a gun from her back pocket and shoots the boy in the chest, no hesitation. Dean falls to the ground, not even having time to recuperate his breath so scared he was for the kid who just fell flat on the floor. The brothers looked at the girl astonished as she came closer in cool mode.
"Did you just kill him?!" she approached the boy who was still lying on the floor.
"Get away from him!" yelled Sam in a desperate tone. They were used to deaths, but a kid's life is something that never gets easy or reasonable. She ignored him and took the boy in her arms. Dean was up and now pointed a gun at her. The tense moment was then, that was the climax of the night and they all felt it in the air. It was indeed justifiable if Dean wanted to hate her, and shoot her right there for wasting precious life as if it were nothing. What he couldn't understand was this feeling of deep disapointment, of feeling betrayed but resisting to believe it. Even so, he kept the gun pointed at her, staring at her, who didn't stare back. She was looking at the kid, probably feeling guilt? Sam was static, things took such a twisted turn. He could feel his brother's internal rage and he knew that was not half of what would surface once he pulled the trigger. The silence was prolonged until the truly unexpected: the little boy opened his innocent eyes and the girl helped him sit up. She was still not facing the brothers, but she was not acting cocky either, it was more like she was happy to see the kid finally waking up.
"Some bad things happened but its alright now." she held a pendant that surrounded the boy's neck in front of him, it was one of those locks in which you put picures and guard it with your life. "They protected you. Are these your parents?" the kid nodded affirmatively. "Well, go find your friends and tell them the nice good-looking police woman took care of everything and that they can come back inside." the boy got up and passed with all the carefulness in the world by Dean who was still holding the gun.
"The item..." she got up and faced Dean "was the locket with his parent's photographs. That's what I shot." Dean was still in shock, his feelings were all mixed up still. She turned to Sam, he seemed relieved but confused, she explained "They have some pictures downstairs, I saw the same boy in a photograph at the Alvarez mansion, he didn't have the necklace on." Sam still had the question mark on his face "Its a special bullet, it erases the supernatural without destroying the object." he was satisfied. They both looked back at Dean.
"Dean..." he lowered the gun at the sound of her voice. Now all he felt was embarrassment, for not trusting her when he knew he could. He stared back at her almost pleading for forgiveness through his eyes, his head held low as if it couldn't sustain the weight of his thoughts. He looked so serious.
They could hear the kids returning, they had to leave.
Once safely away from the comotion, Dean was still finding it hard to cut the awkward. He kept on looking at her and looking down when she faced him. Finally, he gave up:
"I'm sorry I didn't trus-"
"Chill, Winchester. I never gave you a reason to." she was laid back even when she cut in the middle of his apology. She came closer to him. "but since I believe an apology from you is a rare thing... I'll drink to that." and she raised a flask to her mouth.
"Is that my... how, when did you...?!"
"Now if you boys will excuse me, the grown ups have to find gas and hit the road." she was walking away again, but this time she turned back.
"Its Hanna, by the way - and it is not stolen!" yes, she had just yelled her name. And to Dean's further embarassment she did hear him when he asked...
Back at the Metallicar, Sam was trying to put his brother at ease.
"I'm sorry I pressured you not to trust her Dean, but you shouldn't feel so bad about it, I mean, its like she said: she never gave you a reason to believe her good intentions..."
"Thing is.. I think she did."
They stopped at a "Bar &tc" to get ready for the road again. A very nice old man was fetching drinks at the bar, as soon as he saw the brothers however his expression closed to a frown.
"Are you the Winchester brothers?"
"Yes...?-"
"The thugs who destroyed the orphanage to gather pieces of furniture to sell?!" yelled the man angrily. The few men around turned to face the brothers.
"What?! What are you...-"
"Hanna." concluded Dean in amused disbelief.
"No, we didn't... The girl lied to you!" tried Sam desperate.
"Don't you dare talk about that girl, she was kind enough to pass by collecting funds to help rebuild the orphanage! How dare you?! Out of here!"
And they went on the road.
"Forget whatever I said or thought before Sammy. That bitch is a self-centered, narcisistic, con woman with a good aim and there's no worse a combination!"
"You think we'll meet her again?"
"God, I hope not!"
"Right..." it was Sam's turn not to believe.
