Chapter 9
My heart was pounding as I closed my eyes anticipating the end. The barrel of the gun was digging into my skin painfully. A minute passed and I opened my eyes to find Sam with his own gun drawn and pointed at the person behind me. The look in his eyes was terrifying to even me who knew him.
"I'm Sam Winchester-"
"Winchester? As in the hunters?" Interrupted the now definable woman's voice. He nodded slowly, watching her warily. I couldn't do anything but slowly breath, knowing any second could be my last. She sighed, and without warning lowered her gun and placed it in the waistband of her jeans before walking over to him and grabbing her journal. I let out a sigh of relief but turned to her with a burning hatred. No one sneaks up on me like that.
"I thought you were FBI," She explained with a small nonchalant shrug. "You really shouldn't just break into some one's room. You could get shot." She finished, shooting me a quick seemingly 'apologetic' glance.
"We were worried you were FBI." I returned still slightly shaken.
"Why are you here?" The woman asked getting straight to the point.
"We were checking up on the vampire in town," Sam answered. I sighed, brushing a hand through my hair trying to calm my nerves. I studied the new girl for a moment. She was slim but toned, her hair was brown and bobbed to mid neck. Her eyes were a piercing blue and she was dressed head to toe in black. Definitely a hunter.
"Find a different monster to kill, that vampire is mine." She retorted bitterly and crossed her arms defensively.
"We can help you." I spoke quickly. Sure she nearly just tried to kill me but I tried to be as forgiving as possible. Especially seeing she was a hunter as well.
"Who are you? A Winchester groupie?" She turned to me with a raised a brow. Her face was calm but I could tell by her stance that she was impatient and anxious.
"They wish. We are working together at the moment. They're tea-" Sam cut me off quickly,
"Traveling in the same direction." Sam finished earning a glare from us both.
"I don't have time for this," The mysterious woman said, grabbing her duffel bag and packing it up with all the stuff needed to butcher a vampire, which sat on the nightstand.
"We can help you...sorry must have missed your name," Sam said holding out his hand as if it would make her stop. I sighed looking up at him, those puppy dog eyes could get anyone.
"Felicity, Felicity Hudson," She answered blandly," and no I don't need your help, too many people have died and I'm not letting him kill another."
"I'm a Winchester and you obviously know who I am, do you really think I can't help?" Sam asked stepping closer to her. The anger in his eyes turned to compassion.
"It's not a matter of not being able to help," She said, before getting interrupted by him.
"Then what is it?" He raised an eyebrow confronting her with the same amount of intensity she had. I was content to just sit back and watch.
She growled, slamming down her journal, "That thing killed the last family I had left, and there is no way I'm letting him get away with it."
"Isn't revenge a bad way to go during hunting?" I piped up even though what I said was exactly what I was doing.
She sighed dramatically, grabbing her two bags, the journal and her car keys before walking out of the room past us. Turning right before she was out the door.
"If you don't do it for revenge then why are you doing it?" She questioned and didn't wait for an answer before leaving the motel room and heading to her car. Sam and I gave each other a worried look before running out the door after her.
"Wait!" Sam called out but it was too late, she was already speeding off down the road. I scuffed the ground with my heel and then looked around.
"What now?" I asked squinting in the setting sunlight. Sam took a deep breath and looked at me.
"I'll follow her, you go get Dean." He instructed and took off for the Impala before I could protest.
"Fine. Leave me with the obnoxious d-bag. I can handle that." I spoke to myself and walked down the sidewalk to the bar, which I was sure Dean was inhabiting, a block away.
I pushed the door open and looked around the smelly and dirty little bar with distaste. I wasn't a drinker, as a matter of fact, I had only had two alcoholic drinks in my entire life. Daisy was my reason, not to mention the small point that beer smelled and tasted like gross armpits.
"Dean?" I looked around for a while until I spotted his hunter green jacket sitting at the bar. I took the seat next to him and removed my business jacket.
"Would you look who is here?" Dean said with a sarcastic look of excitement when he noticed it was me. I rolled my eyes.
"Come on Dean, you know you would have had to run into me sometime." I retorted with no sense of trying to hide my displeasure. He shrugged and took another swig from his beer bottle.
"Tough luck for me." He pointed out bitterly. I just looked at him for a moment without saying anything.
"Seriously? What's gotten into you? Not even a month ago you and I were okay, now we're at each other's throats. Care to elaborate on your problem?" I asked finally fed up with his 'man drama'. Dean gave me a sideways glance and shrugged.
"Nothing to say. You and I are just different is all. You still have a choice to get out and yet you refuse to take it." He stopped, knowing that he said what he was thinking despite saying he wasn't going to.
"So that is your problem? You think I should quit without barely starting." I shook my head slightly. I wasn't sure why he was so bent on the fact that I should throw in the towel in the hunting business. Yea it was tough, but it was necessary.
"I think you need to live and leave the dirty work to those of us who have no choice." Dean replied sounding slightly calmer. I stared at him for a moment and bit my lip. I wasn't sure what I should say, just from what I had seen of his and Sam's abilities on our couple hunts that this life was rough. I had no idea, nor would I think that I did, about what they went through. How many people they lost, how much pain they have gone through, etc.
"Look Dean." I put my hand on his bottle before he could take another sip. He turned to look at me straight on and yet again I was hit by his good looks.
"This is my job. I have to kill Cirian no matter what the cost is. I couldn't and wouldn't feel right if I let you and Sam go after him yourselves and put both of you in danger. I can't allow that. Now that I know what is out there it's my responsibility to do what I can to help people too. I'm sure you know what I mean. I won't be in this life forever. I promise, once he is dead I'll get out." I said, fumbling through as best as I could with his keen eyes narrowed in on me.
"You promise?" Dean asked, cocking his head slightly. I nodded seriously.
"Yes, I promise." I offered him my hand to shake on it, which he took quickly and just as fast let it go.
"Are we good now?" I inquired as he went back to his beer. It was his turn to nod this time as he finished it off.
"Yea, we're good. I'll buy you a drink to prove it." He smirked and waved the bar tender over.
"Thanks but no thanks." I said a little too quickly and he looked at me with cautious eyes.
"Why not?" He questioned blatantly. I knew I wasn't going to get away without lying so I might as well tell the truth.
"I don't drink. Beer smells and tastes gross and anything else wouldn't be a good example for Daisy." I replied honestly. He just looked at me with disbelief before hanging his head with a sigh.
"Stella. I'm going to be straight out with you. You're traveling with two guys you barely know, tracking down some demon who wants your family dead. You've got no one to be an example for. Live a little. Jeez." He sounded offended even though it was my choice. I rolled my eyes again.
"I don't think so." I shook my head stubbornly as the barista handed Dean another beer. His shoulders dropped slightly.
"You're killing me Robinson." He muttered before turning to the woman behind the counter with brown and red streaked hair and a shirt tucked up, revealing her entire torso.
"She'll have a glass of milk." He said with an evil smirk on his face. The girl looked at me like I was insane before I piped up.
"Gross Dean. And very immature. For your information I'm on duty, unlike you." I shot him a dirty look before turning to the barista. "I'll have a Coke." I added and rested my arms on the counter. Dean just shook his head for a while before continuing his drink.
"Come on Dean, we'd better go before Sam gets shot by this Felicity chick." I pushed his arm after an hour or so of us talking together about what Sam and I had found out about the case and other random things.
"Fine." Dean groaned slightly and pulled out some money and handed it to the woman and topped off his beer.
"Don't forget this." She said before we could stand and handed him a napkin with her number on it, before winking at him.
"Thank you." Dean smiled cheekily and held the paper in both hands. I just stared at him with my mouth open.
"You're despicable." I commented and grabbed my jacket before walking out the door, knowing he was behind me.
"I can't help that the chicks dig the hotness." He spoke, following me down the street as if he hadn't downed who knows how many beers.
"Wow, you must know a lot of blind women." I retorted sarcastically.
"Ouch." Dean narrowed his eyes as I put my jacket back on. Before he could say anything else my phone rang and I picked it up instantly.
"Hey Sam. What's going on?" I asked plugging my other ear so I could hear him over Dean's ramblings about how insane I was.
"We've got a problem. Another body was just found. I'm on my way to get you now." He answered with an urgent tone.
"Crap. Alright, we'll be here. But where is Felicity?" I questioned, taking a few steps away from Dean.
"She's right here. We'll be working this one together now." Sam said and I could hear the engine accelerating.
"Sounds good. See you in a few." I was about to hang up when Sam caught me.
"Stella, you'll want to prepare yourself, it's going to be gruesome. You're first crime scene is always the worst." He said sounding like the same caring Sam that I had come to love.
"Thanks. I'll try." We both hung up and I took a deep breath and glanced back at Dean.
"We've got a body." I commented, putting the phone back in my pocket. His face melted into a serious expression.
