So, werewolves were real, and the big bad hunters she had inadvertently made friends with were legendary. And squabbled like children. She had to admit that Sam did smell terrible, she wasn't sure what had been in those trashcans but the sad look in his eyes and the swiftly darkening bruise on his forehead made her feel sorry for the poor man. Not so much his brother.
"I'm serious, Samantha, you can use all twelve of your hair care products when we get back to the hotel, but you are not leaning against my upholstery until you have had a shower. Hunch over, don't touch anything, and quit being a whine bag," Dean told him, and Sam pouted, leaning his elbows on his knees and obediently not touching more of the car than necessary. He had wiped down as much as possible before climbing in, but it hadn't helped very much.
"I do not have twelve bottles, Dean, just because you don't care what goes in your hair doesn't mean I can't use nice things," Sam told him, and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Here, Sam," Alida offered, passing him the cold bottle of water she had bought from the convenient store. They had all picked one up but most of Sam's had gone to trying to wash off the smell.
"For your head," Alida told him and he gave her a grateful smile before gently taking it from her and using it as a makeshift icepack. Alida turned to stare out the window, ignoring the knowing smirk Dean was giving her.
It's not like she had a crush on him, no matter how much she complimented Sam it was only because she enjoyed how much it got in under Dean's skin, it was just that for someone who for all logical reasons should be terrifying well. He just ended up looking like a giant puppy. He was so eager to be friendly and his wide eyes were almost too much when he was being earnest and sweet.
"I need a shower too, I didn't get one yesterday. Running from psychopaths kind of wears you out," Alida told them, not letting Dean change the subject to whatever it was he was thinking.
"You still think we're loony toons? Really, you might be the one that needs to be at the funny farm if you still can't believe after you've fought not one, but two werewolves," Dean told her snarkily and Alida fought the urge to throttle him. How was someone so charming and annoying at the same time? She sighed. He was right though, there wasn't really any way to deny it now and how could she after everything she knew to be true? It was kind of hypocritical when her daily life was genetic experiments.
"No," Alida said simply, not willing to give more but it was concession enough for Dean to gloat. Sam gave her a conciliatory smile as if personally responsible for this problem.
"I wish it wasn't true either, Alida, believe me. But it seems like your life was complicated before this, wasn't it?" Sam asked gently and Alida's fingers curled into a fist. Then she shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the seat as if she didn't care.
"You could say that. Although, you could say the two of you have complicated lives as well. Isn't it just wonderful we bumped into each other, must be fate," Alida told them and Sam lowered the bottle from his forehead, frowning at the way she seemed to not care.
"Not fate, she doesn't really like us. Tried to kill her once and she is stubbornly holding a grudge," Dean told her and Alida couldn't decide if he was joking he was so serious.
"You try to kill everyone? Ever hear of trying to talk out your problems? I hear it's good for you," Alida told him and Sam snorted.
"Dean is more of the kill the things that bother him type," Sam stage whispered to her and she chuckled at the glare Dean sent him through the rearview mirror.
"Shut up, you kill things that bother you," was Dean's clever retort and Alida shook her head at the two of them. But then Dean's sharp eyes were on hers, narrowing at her speculatively.
"We did have a deal," Dean reminded her and Alida's eyebrows rose. She hadn't thought about that. When she had agreed she had thought she would be spending the day figuring out why the two of them thought Erasers were werewolves and then they would never really get to how she was involved. But here she was, believing in werewolves, and a promise to fulfill.
"Right," she agreed. Dean waited for a moment but she remained silent. He raised his eyebrows at her pointedly.
"That means you tell us what you are now," he told her, and she nodded, but once again was silent. He flicked her in the forehead. She flinched away before she realized what he was doing, but then glared at him darkly. He quickly hid his understanding look behind a grin.
"Can't I get back to my room and take a nice shower first?" Alida asked them and Dean rolled his eyes before agreeing.
"Fine, but then you are going to spill. You aren't a monster or a demon so don't sweat it, we won't gank you," Dean told her and she looked heavenward for patience.
"That is so reassuring, Dean, thank you," She told him far too fervently and he rolled his eyes, picking up speed. She immediately grabbed the edge of her seat making him chuckle and earning him a glare. They turned into the hotel before too long, Dean professionally maneuvering his car into a parking space.
Before they even stopped rolling she was out of the car, shuddering as she stretched in the open. Sam followed at a slower pace, and Dean locked it behind them, watching the red head stride away to a room a few doors down from theirs.
"Hey! I want answers!" Dean called after her and she tiredly waved her hand at him without looking back. She pulled a key out of the zipper on her backpack, sliding it into the door and unlocking it before pausing.
"Hey! You have any extra salt?" She called over to them, as if an afterthought and Dean grinned at Sam. She really did believe them after all.
"Yeah, sure," Sam told her, quickly rustling through their duffel bag to find their container. They always had extra salt. She held her hands up, gesturing him to throw it and after a moment he did, wincing when he threw it harder than he meant to. She easily caught it however, snatching it out of the air with a wink and a girn before entering her room.
"I think I like her," Sam told him and Dean rolled his eyes, shoving his way passed his brother into the room, immediately regretting it when he caught Sam's smell. He scrunched up his face with an exaggerated vomit noise to which Sam rolled his eyes making his way to the shower.
"Of course you do, Samantha, she called you pretty. Now shut up and take a shower before you smell up the room but don't take too long. We need to interrogate your girlfriend," Dean told him but Sam flipped him off before heading to the shower, leaving Dean to flop down on the bed. He picked up the remote wondering if the hotel would have any good channels.
There was a Dr Sexy marathon going on this weekend but after a moment he tossed it on Sam's bed. This was way too easy. The weary eyed woman that he had met at breakfast, the strong scared fighter he had met wouldn't just lay down and spill all of her secrets. He wouldn't if he was in her position.
He grabbed his knife, sliding it back into its sheathe and tucked his gun into the back of his pants. Then he left the room, just in time to see a slim figure jogging away from the hotel. Damn it, sometimes Dean hated being right. Although he hated to admit it, he was getting to old to chase down women, at least that's what he grumbled to himself as he took off after her.
Alida pulled her hood farther down, glancing to the side before crossing the road. She had to get farther away before she could fly, somewhere where there wasn't hunters. Professional killers that 'ganked' freaks like her.
The sound of footsteps behind her made her tense, ready to fight, but before she could turn around a hand grabbed her shoulder, twisting her around to face him. She almost punched Dean Winchester in the face again before she recognized the pleased smirk on his face. She settled for knocking his arm aside, stepping farther away from him with an agitated breath as she pushed her hood back down.
"Going somewhere, sunshine?" Dean asked her pleasantly, as if he didn't just catch her trying to run away. She glared, hold tightening on her strap but for once she wasn't sure what to say.
Oh, I was just running to the store for tampons, do you need anything? How about, sorry I was trying to escape before you found out what I am and decided that I needed to be put down? Since she couldn't decide she remained quiet, eyes focused on him to see what he would do but he didn't seem angry like she expected. Annoyed maybe, but not angry at her.
"Come on, you aren't getting off that easy. You still have some secrets to spill," Dean told her, reaching out to take the bag off of her arm, she considered fighting him on it but let him slide it off her shoulder instead. She could run without her bag, it's not like she couldn't survive without her few measly possessions.
But when Dean threw it over his own shoulder and started walking back to the hotel she found herself following. Perhaps it was because of the way he seemed to accept absolutely everything without a second glance. She had punched him in the nose, calmly helped kill two werewolves, was terrified of riding in a car, and had openly admitted she wasn't human and he didn't seem fazed in the least. Maybe he wouldn't be when he found out she had wings.
It was the slimmest chance ever, and she was already preparing her escape routes, noting that in most of her plans she would end up having to kill one or both of the brothers. But that would only be if they tried to attack her first, and for some reason the small ray of hope that she would find acceptance where she least expected it made her walk back to the hotel.
Intelligent green eyes watched her as she stepped back into their hotel room, and she heard the water running, presumably Sam getting rid of the dumpster smell. She looked around, at the bags of weapons, salt across the doors and windows and even a few symbols were written on the walls. Oddly enough it comforted her enough to sit down on the edge of one bed, and stare back at Dean where he was leaning against the counter in the small kitchen area. He cleared his throat after a moment, heading to the fridge and opening it to reveal a row of beers.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Dean wondered aloud as he hesitated with the two in his hand, habitually having grabbed her one. She rolled her eyes, brushing her hair back from her face.
"Well, I'm old enough to travel alone, murder werewolves, and learn about the supernatural, so yeah. I think a beer would be fine considering," Alida told him and he shrugged at her logic and handed her one. He was still giving her a limit. She took a drink, before sighing, stretching out her shoulders.
"So, since we are waiting for Sam, how about you tell me all about the new horrors that are suddenly real, and what to do to protect myself against them," Alida told him and he squinted at her for a moment before shrugging. They wouldn't be going anywhere for a while and it would be better to tell her all up front even if it did freak her out.
"You aren't going to become a professional hunter after one chat, but I can tell you basics. First, ever seen a demon?" Dean asked her and she stared at him for a minute before barking out a laugh.
"No, I can't say I have, although I lived in what seemed like Hell," Alida told him but he didn't seem impressed.
"Believe me, you haven't. Maybe we should get you a tattoo," he randomly told her and she blinked up at him uncomprehending his logic. She could tell this was going to be a long night, and they hadn't even started on her yet.
"I might need more than one drink."
