I Haven't been updating because no one was reviewing, so I thought no one was reading it. This is only the first part of the chapter because I've been to busy with school and didn't have time to write more, Enjoy!
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Like most days I woke up screaming my sisters names thinking I was still in that house. It took me about five minutes to remember I was safe, another two to get up and get ready for the day. When I left the motel I thought about the boys. Sam was sweet and intelligent, while Dean was sarcastic and annoying, but they both reminded me of John, strong, confident, and stubborn as hell. As I was driving to a gas station, I called John again to get the information I needed. By the time we hung up I was feeling very doubtful that this plan would work, I was supposed to just turn up, again, to save the day like some superhero. John new his kids well, he knew Sam would want to come after him, and Dean would follow orders, I didn't know who was the biggest idiot, Sam or Dean. Either way I was on my way to Burkitsville, Indiana, joy.
It didn't take me long to catch up with the boys, I drove a safe distance from them so they wouldn't notice me and waited for the fireworks to start. That didn't take long either so I stopped my car and watched as they fought over who was the better son and who was right and who was wrong, I couldn't stop the memories of similar fights I had with my sisters from coming over me. I always did as I was told, was always ready to take on anything, not caring about my actions or what may happen because of them. My sisters were always trying to block me from the supernatural world, as much as they could anyways, to give me a normal life, and I threw it back at their faces again and again. I loved the hunt, loved the rush, and I paid dearly for it. I snapped out of it when I heard the car door slam shut. Sam was walking away and dean was driving away, they're both idiots I decided. I couldn't help Sam, he had figure out on his own that if he was meant to fight this fight he would be called for. Dean on the other hand I had no chose but to help him or he would get killed. I had no chose but to wait in my car until morning, Dean wouldn't do anything until then, I hope.
The next morning I changed clothes in my car and headed for Burkitsville. By the time I got there Dean was talking to a guy sitting in front of Scotty's Café, and he didn't look pleased, looks like it was time save the day. As I got there I heard Dean say his name was John Bonham, honestly how much of a idiot can he be.
"Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Scotty asked.
"Wow. Good. Classic rock fan." Dean said taken aback.
"Oh, don't listen to my friend, he's a big idiot, thinks he so funny and I don't have the heart to tell him no one thinks so but him." I said laughing as I walked up to them. Dean look shock and angry to see me, and Scotty looked like Christmas came early. "I hope my friend didn't bother you too mush." I smiled at Scotty fighting not to throw up from the way he was looking at me.
"Of course not sweetheart, we were just having a nice chat." He said smirking at me while checking me out at the same time.
"I was wondering if you'd seen these people by chance." Dean said a little stiffly showing him the missing persons flyers while glaring at Scotty at the same time.
"Nope. Who are they?" Scotty said looking at the flyers for only a second, I new right then he was lying and very badly at that.
"There're friends of ours. They went missing about a year ago, they passed through somewhere around here. We've asked around Scottsburg and Salem— " He didn't even let me finish my very well thought out lie, bastard.
"Sorry. We don't get many strangers around here." Scotty said handing the flyers back to Dean before turning back to me and smiling what I'm sure he thought was a charming smile.
"Scotty, you've got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that?" Both Scotty and I turn to look at Dean oddly, "Never mind. See you around." He said chuckling pulling me with him as he walks away.
"What in the name of hell are you doing here?" He asked as soon as we were out of ear shot turning to face me.
"Working, same as you." I answered him shrugging out of his hold. He came after me and took hold of my arm again, I looked down at his hand and then back up at his face.
"If you want to keep that hand you should let go of me, now." I said simply, just because I said I would protect him didn't mean I wouldn't hurt him if he pissed me off enough.
"Strange don't you think that you turn up in the same hunt I'm working." He hissed ignoring me, a very bad idea, oh well, he will learn if he knows what's good for him.
"Not really," When he just kept glaring at me I told him what John told me to say, granted he told me to say politely, but hey I never said I was good at following orders to the letter, "Every year around this time two people always disappear with out a trace, always one guy and one girl. A friend of mine figured it out but couldn't make it so I'm handling it as a favor to him." I said thru clenched teeth, "Now let go of me."
"And who's this friend of yours?" He asked holding me tighter and bringing his face so closer to mine I could smell him, mint, soup, and leather, no man should smell that good I thought trying to make my voice come out sounding strong.
"Well I wouldn't be a good friend if I told you that now would I." I said proud of myself when my voice didn't shake. "Look since we're both here we might as well work together, you know what they say two heads are better then one." Dean just kept looking at me for a minute before he let me go and nodded his head.
What is it about this girl? I thought as we walked to my car. Ever since the asylum I haven't been able to get her out of my head, with her black hair, blue eyes, and a body any model would kill for. And then there was the way I reacted back at the café, for no reason at all I got angry at Scotty for simply checking her out. It didn't make sense, any red blooded male would check her out, if they didn't I was ready to bet my car they weren't as straight as they say they were, not with the body she had. And just now when I leaned close to her, I smelled her sent and felt my mouth water, she smelled like strawberries. If she wasn't such a bitch, Dean thought, I would be in big trouble.
"So are you just going to stand there or are you going to open your car, unless you want me to pick the lock." Her silky voice sad breaking him out of his disturbing thoughts.
"If you try it, I'll kill you." I smirked at her.
"Better man then you have tried, trust me." Why did her voice suddenly sound sad, and why did he suddenly feel so angry again.
"Oh kitten, there is no better man then me." I said smugly trying to get her smile again, it worked because she smiled and the world seemed a little brighter.
"Ok first of all, you think a little to highly of yourself, second of all if I'm any kind of cat it wouldn't be a kitten." She said walking past me. I smiled because she was right, she was more of a tiger then a kitten, but knowing that wouldn't stop me from calling her that.
"So, what the game plan?' She asked suddenly serous.
"Well I think I'll ask around a little more, someone got to slip up and say a little too much, I was thinking of asking the mechanics next."
"You don't have too I already did, at first they didn't remember anything, and then their niece says they stopped to ask for directions, and it was like a miracle the memories just came flooding back, so I asked if they could point me the same way." I laughed and shook my head, this girl was either insane or was too sarcastic for her own good.
"Well come on lets go check it out."
"Who's car are we taking?" She asked.
"Mine, of course." Like I would go anywhere without it she only rolled her eyes at me, I had a feeling she would be doing that a lot.
While we were driving in Deans car in a easy silence I thought of my sisters again, I've been doing that a lot lately, I usually tried not too so the pain of their memories wouldn't flood me and break me. Now I thought of how much fun they would have with Sam and Dean, teasing them and pushing them to their limit. Better to stop thinking now before I started to cry.
"So where's your brother?" I asked making sure Sam was alright.
"Probably on his way to California." He answered me bitterly.
I hesitated before asking, "Why didn't you go with him?"
"Because I know when I'm wanted and when I'm not." He answered me in the same bitter voice I knew so well.
"There's a difference between not being wanted and being wanted to stay safe, Dean." I said more to myself then to him.
"And what do you know about it." He said his voice getting louder, getting angrier.
"I know more then you think Dean." I muttered. We didn't talk again until we heard a beeping in the back seat.
"What the hell?" Dean muttered under his breath tuning to get whatever it was, the car swerved at the same time.
"Dean! Dean would you put your eyes back on the road!"
" Relax would you." He pulled over and reached into his bag and pulled out a EMF meter, and a crappy one at that.
"Why is it beeping?" I asked when my heart stopped trying to break out of my chest.
"I don't know, it started when we passed that orchard, lets check it out." We got of the car and walked over to the orchard, and as soon as we walked into it I got this feeling in my gut, the one that has saved my life thousands of times in the past. I pulled out my gun and held it tightly in my hand, Dean looked at me funny like I was insane or just worried over nothing, but I wasn't taking any chances. We've been walking for a bit when we came upon a scarecrow, I looked at it for a second and couldn't help the shudder that went thru me, there was something wrong about it, something evil.
"Dude, you fugly." Dean said.
"Dean look at it's arm." I said holding my gun tighter. The scarecrow had a sickle on it's arm, the same one as the guy in the flyer.
"Nice tat." Dean said dryly.
"Ok, either someone tried to give this scarecrow some personality, or that's the skin of the guy who went missing." I said to as we walked backed to his car.
"I'm betting that's the skin of the guy who went missing." Dean replied a little stiffly.
"So what is it some kind of ritual? One man, one woman, always the same time of year, and we just happen to be here right before that thing wakes up. I'm going to kill him." I muttered that last part to myself, if John new what this thing is and didn't tell me, I'm going to kill him.
"It could be, but what I want to know is if the town's people know about it."
"Well yeah they do." When he looked at me oddly I just shrugged my shoulders. "It was kind of obvious when Scotty lied to you, and those mechanics tried to lie to me, they wouldn't lie unless they had something to hide. The real question isn't if they know, it's how much they know."
"How is it you got into this kind of work in the first place?" He asked me looking at me as if it were the first time he's seen me.
"The same way you did, my dad and mom were hunters, you could says it's the family business." I smiled, he looked at me for so long I was starting to get nervous then he smiled at me and took my hand leading me to his car. I was thankful he was turned away from me, that way he couldn't see my blush.
"We should head back to town, ask a few more questions." Dean said letting go of my hand, for some strange reason I couldn't figure out, it made me sad that he did.
"Yeah alright." I mumbled as I got in the car, I was so much trouble.
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