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Keila tried her best not to let the rumors that surrounded the Winchester brothers affect her view on them. But, dammit all, they were true. These two were like walking omens, attracting every single creature that went bump in the night. She thought that the trip to the diner would be at least a little relaxing. Oh, how wrong she was.
She felt them the minute they pulled into the parking lot of the rinky diner, and she urged the brothers to pick another place to eat, but another rumor that surrounded the Winchester brothers was proven true to her then as well. They were stubborn as hell.
"What? This place not up to her standards, Honey?" She scowled at the older brother, rolling her eyes from the back of the Impala. His younger brother grinned back at her sheepishly, as he pushed his door open, longs legs stretching as he stepped out.
"At least I have fuckin' standards." Keila muttered under her breath. Neither brother heard her snarky comment as she climbed out of the back, slamming the door behind her. Dean let out a harsh, "HEY!" As she continued walking towards the diner, muttering something about his 'Baby'. She rolled her eyes again as Sam held open the diner door for her, her body brushing up against his slightly as she walked past him.
Men and their cars.
Though her appearance and body appeared lax, Keila was on high alert, eyes darting around, trying to locate the presence that she felt. Her eyes landed on a sweet looking waitress, their eyes meeting briefly. Keila sucked in a breath, her eyes staring deeply into black pools. Well, there's the source. She glanced around at the patrons, and her eyes widened. Shit. Everyone in this diner was a demon. Well, besides the brothers.
Speaking of the brothers, Dean was currently oblivious to every person in this joint eyeing them like a piece of meat. He picked a table in the center of the diner, grabbing the menus that were already sitting on the table and perusing the items. Is he fucking kidding me? Keila let out an exasperated sigh, begrudgingly walking over and pulling out a chair, sitting at an unoccupied side of the table.
Sam returned a short time later, relaying what information Bobby had on Pam. She winced as the boys talked, slowly tuning them out and focusing on what was happening around them. She was very aware that almost all eyes were on them, and it put her on edge.
She glanced at her menu, her appetite gone since the minute she walked through the doors of the diner. She eyed the waitress and patrons wearily, bracing herself for the inevitable fight that was about to come. She looked up at the brothers, her eyes pleading with them, hoping that they would see the distress signals that she was firing off at them. Neither one of them looked up from their menus, and she huffed to herself, blowing air from her nostrils.
That caused Dean to look up at her, eyebrows scrunched together, his mouth opening to say something, before the waitress came over Two plates with large slices of pies were placed in front of the two boys. Keila furrowed her brows together, when the hell did they order? Dean grinned at her sheepishly, before lifting his fork to dig in. Just as Dean was about to start eating his meal, the demon sat at the only unoccupied chair at the table. Dean snapped his mouth shut, his focus on Keila lost and transfixed on beautiful meat suit in front of him. He gave her an award winning smile, pearly white teeth glistening. Keila missed their brief banter, her body bristling as she saw the other demons slowly circling their table.
"You anglin' for a tip?" Dean smirked at the waitress, eyeing her upper body. She grinned back at him slyly, before replying.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were looking for us." Her eyes flickered black and the smirk on Dean's face fell. Sam stared at the demon waitress, a look of shock slowly crawling across his face. Keila gripped the table, her knuckles turning white. The demon waitress glanced at Sam, smiling slightly, before turning to Keila. Her smile faltered as she stared at the other woman, her brows furrowing slightly. Keila glanced around, watching the other demons reveal their true eyes, and slowly circled the table that they sat at. One of the demons locked the front door, closing off any escape that they had.
The waitress reverted her eyes back to her vessel's, but Keila could still see the black cess pools that swam beneath the surface. She gritted her teeth as the demon spoke.
"Dean….to Hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck?" She grinned at the eldest Winchester, Sam shifted uncomfortable beside Dean, while Keila just stared at her, contemplating on what to do. She zoned out of the conversation that they were having, weighing her options. She could sit here, and hope to God that nothing serious transpired, or, she could use her powers, possibly warranting suspicions from the demons, and definitely from the Winchesters. She bit her lip, waging the silent war inside her head.
"…I like to think it's because of my perky nipples." Keila snapped her head over at the eldest Winchester, he was smirking at the demon sitting beside him. What the hell did she miss? Dean continued to stare at the waitress, his smirk slowly falling off his face as she continued to stare, no hint of a smile on her vessel's face.
"I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out." His words were sharp as they passed his lips, his glare settling on the demon. Keila glanced between the pair, her fingers twitching slightly from her tight grip on the edge of the table. She was actually pleased that the demons were more focused on the Winchesters than her, but she knew that the one at the table had sensed something about her. She was just hoping that it was too stupid to pinpoint it.
"Really? You don't." Skepticism was clear in her voice, staring down her nose at the man.
"No, I don't." Her lips gave a small tug to the side before she spoke again.
"Lyin's a sin, you know." Dean stared at her hard, his jaw clenching as she glanced over at his younger brother. Sam was giving her a pretty intense glare as well, his lips pursed as he glared at her. She finally casted her eyes on Keila, staring her up and down. Keila kept her expression blank, her eyes boring into the demon's. She made up her mind on what she was going to do, they were outnumbered right now, and she couldn't risk anything happening to the brothers. All she had to do wa-
"I'm not lying." Keila was snapped out of her reverie as the demon focused back on to the hunter, her lips a thin line.
"But, I'd like to find out, So, if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo…"
"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." The younger Winchester went to rise from her chair, his older brother throwing a hand up quickly. Sam glared at his older brother, but heeded his warning, slowly returning back to his chair, glaring daggers at the demon. The demon glanced over at the younger Winchester, nodding her head as if challenging him to do something in its presence.
Dean cocked his head slightly as he looked at her, grinning slightly.
"No you won't."
"No?" She asked amused, tilting her chin up slightly.
"No. Cause, if you were, you'da done it already. The fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. You're just as spooked as we are. And, you're looking for answers." The demon glanced at the three at the table, her eyes lingering on each of them before Dean spoke again.
"Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit, hm? Or, uhh, Godzilla? Or, some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing that at your paygrade, they don't tell you squat. Cause, whoever it was, they want me out….and, they're a lot stronger than you." The demon stared at the hunter, traces of fear etching across the vessel's face. So, even the demons had no idea what was happening? Interesting.
"So, go ahead. Send me back, but don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front door step with some Vaseline and a firehose." The demon stared hard at the hunter, mumbling out a half-hearted threat to attempt to scare the brothers. Dean stared hard into her eyes, before leaning forwards ever so slightly and….
Slapping her. Twice.
Keila's jaw dropped open at the brash actions of the hunter. The demon didn't look phased in the slightest, it's eyebrows quirking ever so slightly. Her eyes met both the brothers, before turning to Keila and staring at her hard. She glared at her, as Dean called for both of them to stand up. Dean grabbed a crisp ten-dollar bill, throwing it on the table, claiming that it was for the pie. Keila stayed seated for just a moment, staring hard at the demon, before rising from her chair and following the brothers out of the diner.
They were already discussing what happened back there, their bravado faltering now that they were out of the diner. Keila caught only the tail-end of their conversation, Dean making a comment about 'the smarter brother being back in town'. They all entered the Impala, a tense silence falling between the three of them. Keila glanced between the two brothers, before a pair of forest eyes caught hers in the rearview mirror.
"So, was that your first brush with demons?" She could see his eyes boring into hers, looking for an answer. She made an audible gulp, looking away from his eyes and out the front window of the car.
"First time I knew they were actually demons."Lie. She'd encountered dozens of demons, if anything, she as more of an expert on demons then they were. But, they didn't need to know that. Her answer seemed to appease the hunters, both of the nodding their heads in silent acceptance. Sam turned around, throwing his arm over the back of the seat and looking at her, grinning slightly.
"Well, you handled it pretty well for it being your first time." She gave him a small smile, a nod in thanks at his words. Dean just rolled his eyes, cranking the car, and putting it into drive.
"Quit flirting." He mumbled under his breath, peeling out of the diner and back towards Bobby's house. A small blush crept up Sam's neck and cheeks as he turned back towards his brother, glaring at him. Keila just leaned back into the warm leather, grinning to herself as she watched the two siblings bicker. She glanced out the window, watching the sky turn from its bright blue to a dusky pink, the sun slowly setting in the horizon. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing on it slightly.
She knew that what happened at the diner wasn't only a close call for the Winchesters, but for her as well. She knew that demon back there sensed something about her, and it wouldn't be long until word spread through the underworld about the girl that's been seen tagging along with the Winchesters. She had to be prepared for what would happen if they ever stumbled upon a creature that was smart enough to figure out her origins.
She brushed her dark hair off of her shoulder, leaning up slightly so she could flip it behind her shoulder. She was hoping that she wouldn't have to worry about it in the near future, but the little voice in her head kept on nagging her.
Nothing is ever simple when the Winchesters are involved.
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