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Chapter 10

Dianna

My answer was accompanied by my pistol pointing at her head.

"Well Meg, do you mind telling me who, or what, the hell you are."

I asked, my voice coming out strong and unbreakable as iron.

She smiled walking up to me, pushing the gun's point aside with a finger. "Well, first off, this thing won't kill Me." pointing at the gun "And I won't kill you. And, ah" She paused for a moment looking around. "Where am I? This whole 'parallel universe thing', it's kind of my first time, so I'm not sure where I am, or who you are for that matter."

She became a little more defensive. I sighed and put my gun away, looking around for an escape if I needed it. Unfortunately, there was none.

"Well Meg, My name is Dianna, Dianna Winchester, and most of the time I would kill you, but I'm tired, and honestly? This is weird." I said gesturing around me at the tornado.

Megs face went from surprised to almost sparking with glee. She even did the little mischievous hand rub as her grin got wider and wider.

"What?" I asked suspiciously, backing up towards my bike.

"Oh, if Dean could see this he would probably die from mortification. But sadly, he is not." Suddenly she straightened up "Wait... You don't know who I am, do you?" the questioned me, eyebrow raised. I shook my head. "What year is it?"

"2007" I answered warily, this girl is insane I thought. I put my hand in front of me in case she needed fending off.

"Oh chill out Winchester, I'm not gonna attack you, Geez. But I'm gonna tell you something. I don't know what all is up in this world, but I will find out. You haven't seen the last of me. It may be awhile though. And best not tell Sam about me. But If its life and death, here's my number." she handed me a card and turned to go before turning back again.

"Dianna, this is a tear in time and space, and the tornado protects it. It will crumble after I leave the tornado's circumference as I am the thing causing the tear. Which means you had better be fast getting out of here."

She gave me a small sarcastic smirk before snapping her fingers and dispersing in a wisp of black smoke. A rumble echoed in the air above me so strong I could feel it.

"Damn that girl" I muttered as I sprinted to my bike and rode away, through the wall of water and light, the whole thing crashing down behind me.

I turned around to see the only evidence of it being there was a circle of water, and footprints in the dust.

Samantha

A few Weeks later…

I Walked into the bar with one thing on my mind. Whiskey.

It was Friday and I'd be damned if I went home without a drink. Bridgett gave me a shot on the house, along with a scribbled note. Saw Dianna yesterday, she is on a case and told me not to tell you she was here.

I smiled, Bridgett may not be the most courageous but she was clever. She didn't Tell me anything. I glanced up and futility tried to catch her eye. Even in this tiny place, she would be busy till at least midnight. Then a guy popped out to the counter and talked with Bridgett a minute before taking over serving drinks. She walked over, a pleased expression on her flushed face.

"Who's that?" I asked nodding in his direction.

"George," she stated then added coyly "Future manager of this place."

"Wow, Bridgett… Sounds great!" I forced a smile as I spoke "But you said something about Di- or, rather, wrote something."

"There is a Bunch of strange monster activity around here, according to, uh, sources, and there is a small band of Hunters checking things out, One is named Bobby and one-" I grabbed her arms, stopping her mid-sentence. "Bridgett, are you sure that was the name?" "Yeah, its kinda hard to forget something that could save your life one day, like, I dunno, the name of a hunter that the person that saved your life looks up too!" She whispered sharply "Now shut up, and listen before I forget what else she told me. The other ones name is Rufus something and they are looking for kids that were hurt or contacted or whatnot by something called a Yellow-Eyes. That was pretty much all I could overhear or wriggle out of her."

I stopped listening to her at the mention of that God-forsaken name. That was the demon dad was chasing when he died, the name of the demon that nothing could kill but a gun, a gun that Dianna had been after for years, searching for any sign of it. She had laid off after she heard that yellow-eyes hadn't been seen in years. but she never stopped keeping her eyes open for it. I shivered and pulled my jacket closer around my shoulders. It was approaching May, but the cold was holding out this year. It wouldn't surprise me if we got snow. But the cold wasn't all that chilled me, there was a deep chill in my bones, and I was going to humor it for once "Bridgett, I have to go. And if you know whats good for you, I would get out of here, f ast. Tonight would be best." and I stood up to go, but Bridgett caught my arm, face pale and said, " I trust you with my life Sam, so I will. But even you have to keep safe." I smiled as best I could and whispered " That's why I'm going to get my gun out of the car." she flashed a worried smile and nodded, releasing my arm with one last thing. "Your sister might come in for a drink. Don't tell her about me telling you about her" she said, fumbling over her words. I nodded, Leaving the bar.

As I left I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling up. At first I didn't thing anything of it, but then I heard the smaller sound of a hiss masked behind it and the scent of sulfur wafted up to my nose. "Damn. Damn. Damn." I muttered as my keys were thrown out of my hand by an unseen force. I took a deep breath and turned to see the black eyes of George, the future manager of the bar. Staring right at me.

We were in the ally, which was around back, the only exits were into the bar and the ends of the ally, and the demon was in between two of them, and the other was blocked by cars. The demon was walking closer and I backed up accordingly, till I felt the cold surface of my car bump my back.

"What the Hell do you want?" I spit at him, balling my hands into fists.

"I'm from hell sweetheart, what would I want with a girl like you?" he sneered walking closer "I'm here to motivate your sister so that we can get the apocalypse on track. It was stopped in one world, I will make it happen in another, And that means killing you." I saw the back door of the bar open but whoever it was would never reach me in time. He pulled a knife out from its sheath, switching hands. I saw Dianna over his shoulder, and she was screaming my name as she ran towards me. The glint of a streetlight off the side of the knife pulled my vision back to it, and I felt the sharp pain in my belly.