PART 2
DJ's joints hurt, and she realized that she couldn't move. She couldn't be in bed, she wasn't comfortable. That's when everything came back to her, where she was, and who was with her. She groaned.
"She's waking up." Sam's voice said.
She frowned as she opened her eyes. Dean was standing in front of her, with her own hunting knife pointed at her.
"We're going to stop playing games now. You will answer our questions, or it will get messy in here." Dean told her.
He was threatening her in her own house? How dare he? He was going to get it, and she wouldn't go gently at all. She sneered at him, as she flexed her hands, testing her restraints. They had done a good job, but she'd be able to get out soon enough.
When she did get out of her restraints, she pushed Dean away from her, and he landed with a thud on the floor. He got up quickly, but by the time he got to his feet she was already behind the chair they had tied her to, and her back was up against the bookshelf, and her hands were finding the throwing stars. She could also feel the knife that was in the waistband of her pants. Apparently, they hadn't checked her for any weapons.
She saw the look of surprise on all of their faces at how quick she could move. They would really be surprised when she used her full strength. She smirked as Dean moved closer to her, with her knife pointed at her. She saw Sam move back to the wall, next to Bobby, he didn't like the way things were going. He was the smart one apparently.
She waited until Dean got just close enough, then she threw the stars. Two pinned Bobby's shirt to the wall, and two pinned his pants. Two pinned Sam's shirt to the wall and the other two pinned his pants. Without hesitating, she grabbed the knife out of Dean's hand, spun him around, so his back was pressed up against her front, slid the knife at her back out of it's sheath, and put it to his neck.
"I told you that I have perfect aim, and yet you still test me, do you have a death wish?" She demanded, and she pulled Dean backwards to the bookshelf.
Sam and Bobby were struggling to get off of the wall.
"Now, I am going to leave, and no one is to follow me, or I will kill Dean, is that understood?" She told them.
No one moved. She took that as a yes.
With her left hand she pulled the book that would open the passageway. When the bookshelf opened, she dragged Dean inside. When the door closed again, she gently pushed him foreward.
"Start climbing the stairs." She told him.
He did as she asked. When they got to the top, she pushed open the door, and walked into her bedroom. She closed the mirror, and slid her heavy armoire infront of the mirror. She went over to her bedroom door, and locked it.
"Why did you come? Couldn't you two just leave me alone?" She demanded, pointing the knife at him.
"We needed to know who you were, if you were something that we needed to take care of." Dean told her, watching the knife carefully.
She growled. She knew going to the same jobs as them was going to bite her in the butt sooner or later. She had hoped that it would be later.
"I'm not some supernatural nasty that you hunt, I'm a hunter, just like you are, I just prefer no one know anything about me, it's the only way to keep as safe as possible. Not even any of my contacts know who I really am. I was the one that was killing off all of those things before either of you figured it out." She said coldly.
Realization dawned on Dean. She could see him putting two and two together.
"The Djinn, that was you that called me." He said.
"You're a quick one, aren't you? Of course it was me. Just like it was me that killed the Doppleganger with the acid, or the Succubus that just happened to be beheaded by the time that you got there, or the Elementals, when you happened to get a picture of me." She told him.
He didn't speak for a minute, he seemed to be thinking about something. He was studying her closely.
"It was you, you were the one that bumped into me that night when I went to interview the bartender about the missing men. You were drunk, I almost didn't recognize you with your hair down, and your glasses off." He said.
She rolled her eyes.
"Of course I was drunk. I needed information, but that's besides the point. Do you realize that you two are more trouble than you are worth? You weren't supposed to find me. You and your brother are going to get me killed. You two are the top two most wanted in the supernatural world, because everything that you've done, and I don't need any of that crap following me around. I mean it's not like I'm not up there on the list, but you two top it, and if any one or anything find out that you know where I am, then I'm screwed, and that can't happen. I don't need to be looking over my shoulder every other second while I'm working a job." She said.
He didn't say anything for a while, and she started pacing. She was screwed, she could feel it in her bones, but she tried convincing herself that she was going to be fine. It wasn't working too well.
"It wasn't the easiest to find you, if it hadn't been for Cass, I don't think that we would have found you." He told her.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"He said that he was an angel. Is it true?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Yeah. He pulled me out of hell." He said.
Her eyebrows knitted.
That's how he returned. The information had been kind of fuzzy in her files. Angels actually existed, who knew. What else could exist that she thought was just myth? She sighed, and sat down on her bed, putting her head in her hands. What was she supposed to do now? Who knew what was following Dean and Sam, and had followed them to her house?
This couldn't be good, at all.
"Why do you have files on me and Sammy?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes.
"When I realized that I was at the same jobs as you two were, I got as much information on you guys as I could, so I knew who I was dealing with. It seemed like everytime that I got a job, you guys were there too. I'm actually surprised that you didn't realize that I was there earlier than what you did." She said.
He sat down next to her on the bed.
"You were pretty good at staying just far enough away from the scene that we didn't realize you were there, until we went over some of the photos of the scenes. That's when we realized that you were in almost all of them." He told her.
"And you just had to find out who I was. Great." She mumbled.
"We needed to know if you were dangerous." He said.
"Oh, I'm dangerous, extremely dangerous, but I'm a hunter." She said.
"How did you get into hunting?" He asked.
She frowned, as memories flashed behind her eyelids.
"A demon killed my family. I swore revenge. I'm going to kill the son of bitch that did it, and I think that I'm getting closer." She said.
She felt him shift on the bed, to look at her better.
"Do you know the name? Who killed your family?" He asked.
Her frown deepened, trying to remember the name that she heard that night.
"Crowley, I think." She said quietly.
She felt him stiffen, and she looked at him.
"What?" She asked.
"Crowley. Do you know why?" He asked.
She stared into his eyes for a minute before answering.
"I think that it had something to do with souls and purgatory." She said.
He nodded.
"Sammy and I have been looking for Crowley for a while now. He wants to rule pergatory. He just hasn't found it yet. The only reason that he would kill a human straight out, would be if he thought that they knew something about purgatory, and wouldn't give him the information." He said.
She shook her head.
"I doubt that my family knew anything about the place. Even if they did, I wouldn't be able to find out, all of their stuff burned up in the fire that killed them. Crowley started it, when they wouldn't give him what he wanted." She sneered.
No one spoke for a minute.
"Sammy and I could help you. We are searching for him right now." He told her.
She shook her head again.
"I work alone, I don't get along well with others, trust me, it would be easier if we didn't." She said.
"You wouldn't even consider it, if it helped you get what you want?" He asked.
She hadn't thought about it that way before. Maybe he had a point.