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Keila knew something was up when they pulled up to the hunter's house. Her body was on high alert when the hunter's told her to wait outside, pooling into the house, only to return minutes later with grim faces. She became more suspicious when they drove to another hunter's house, the same outcome as before. It didn't settle well in her stomach, as she watched the Winchester brothers lumber out of the house, before piling back into the Impala. Dean yanks open the driver's side door, plopping down on the worn leather seats, before slamming it behind him, hands tight on the steering wheel. Sam takes a gentler approach, slowly easing into the passenger seat, closing the door softly, before looking towards Keila in the back seat.
"It's basically the same thing that happened at Olivia's house. I don't know what's going on, but it's not good." His lips were in a thin line, and Keila could see pain shining behind his eyes. She glanced towards the older Winchester and saw the hard edge that back lit his eyes, her stomach rolling again. She had seen that same hard look so many times whenever she looked in the mirror. A look that was meant to mask the pain that was felt, to fool others into thinking that everything was fine, when it really wasn't.
She had watched the Winchesters grow up, unbeknownst to them, and she knew more about the brother's than she ever wanted them to know about her. She knew about how Dean was the soldier, and Sam was 'normal' child. She saw how John Winchester treated his older son, much like her father had treated her. Like they were a machine, only having one purpose in life. Keila clenched her jaw, hands balling into fists, as she exhaled loudly through her nose.
Even though he was gone, she couldn't stop the way that he affected her.
Keila didn't offer any condolences to the hunters as they drove back towards Bobby's place. She didn't know these hunters that had met their tragic ends, and even though she knew she should feel some type of remorse, she didn't. Years of basically working against hunters, that hatred that was seared deep into her bones, even if she was trying to do right by all of the wrong she had done, it doesn't erase everything.
The ride back was just as exhausting as the ride out, and sometime in the middle of it all, Dean and Sam had switched spots, begrudgingly to Dean. Keila had never seen someone so attached to a car before. Now, don't get her wrong, she adored her car, but Dean had taken this obsession to a whole nother level. So, she couldn't stop the snickers in the back seat as Dean berated Sam on his driving and handling of his 'Baby'.
Keila had no idea how long they had been in the car when they pulled up to the gas station. Sam slid out of the driver's side, stretching his back out slightly, before he sauntered over to the gas pump and stuck it into the tank. Keila pushed open the back door, laying down against the back seat, legs stretching out of the open door. A small squeak vibrated in her throat as she stretched, hands almost pressing against the driver's side back door, before she let out a huff and sat up slowly. Stepping out of the car, she glanced through the passenger window, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips as she peered at the sleeping hunter in the front seat.
"Hey, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. Watch the pump?" Sam was already making his way to the restroom before Keila could even answer him. She just nodded her head towards him as he disappeared, leaning her torso across the trunk of the Impala, watching the gas pump. She dutifully watched the numbers roll higher and higher, until the pump clicked. She lazily rolled her upper body off the car, grabbing the nozzle and returning it back to its spot.
The minute her hand left the pump, she could feel her powers pulling underneath her skin. She let out a sharp gasp as her eyes flashed yellow, goosebumps breaking across her body. She glanced towards the bathroom that Sam had went into, and could see an icy energy pooling from within. Keila's mind went into autopilot, as she quickly rushed towards the driver's side door, flinging it open and groping for the trunk hatch.
The pop of the trunk roused Dean from his slumber, his bleary eyes taking in the blur of a body, before his body too went into autopilot. He rolled out of the passenger side door, rushing to the back of the car to see Keila staring down at the massive amounts of weapons in the trunk.
"What's going on?" Dean glanced briefly at Keila, his eyes not really focusing on her. He reached for the sawed off that lay in the center of the trunk, popping the barrel open to check to make sure rounds were in there, before clicking it back shut.
"Somethin's in there with your brother." She nodded her head towards the bathroom, grabbing a crow bar that was stored in one of the side flaps of the trunk, her curtain of dark hair jostling with the movement. She moved passed the hunter, running towards the bathroom with a speed that Dean hadn't seen in a long time. He followed close behind her, a resounding crack resonating from inside the bathroom as they both arrived. He glanced at Keila quickly, barely taking in her appearance, his eyes going wide briefly, before they darted into the bathroom.
Dean raised his shot gun and blasted the person that was hovering over his younger brother, the figure dissipating into thin air. Keila crouched down next to the younger Winchester, rolling him onto his back, and placing both hands on the side of his head. Dean stared down at the woman who was talking to his brother, holding up fingers in front of his face and speaking to him in a calm, southern twang. He tried hard to look at her face when she was hunched over his younger brother, but her hair was like her own privacy curtain, not allowing him to intrude on her and Sam.
Keila grabbed a hold of Sam's shoulder gently, pulling him into a sitting position, before moving around in front of him and slowly helping him to his feet. She grunted as Sam put his weight on her, smiling at the young hunter when he apologized.
"'s okay. You're heavier than you look." Sam chuckled at her, slowly rising to his full height, hands pressing up against the knot on the back of his head. He winced at the pain that erupted in his skull, before he started staggering back towards the car, Keila following close behind him, avoiding Dean's gaze.
Dean watched the both of them walk out of the bathroom, shot gun clutched in his hands. He glanced around the destroyed bathroom, noticing the cracked mirror and chipped sink. He inhales long and slow, holding his breath, before slightly shaking his head and exhaling. He gives the bathroom another quick onceover, before he follows the other two towards his car. When he exits the bathroom, he notices that Sam is already sprawled out in the front seat, Keila sitting dead center in the back, trunk still popped open. Dean works his way to the back of the car, tossing the shot gun into the trunk, before closing it with a resounding 'clank'. As he slides into the driver's side, he can't help but look back towards the woman in the back seat, his emerald eyes locking on to amber. She quirks a dark brow at him, before he tears his gaze away and cranks the car, tearing out of the gas station.
Dean fishes his phone out of his pocket, tapping on the screen, before pulling it towards his ear. Keila glances around the headrest, looking at the younger Winchester's bruised face. She grimaces slightly, before leaning back into the back seat.
"Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" Dean huffs, looking down at his phone, glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye.
"How're you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holdin' up?" Sam rolls his eyes, before answering his brother.
"None. I'll be fine, Dean." Dean nods his head thoughtfully, casting another glace towards his younger brother.
"Henrikson?"
"Yup." Keila winced at the tone of Sam's voice. She knew all about Henrikson, Lilith and her father were in cahoots at the time, and she heard on the demonic radio what happened in Colorado. Keila had to stay in hiding during that time, if Lilith caught wind of her snooping around, it would've alerted her father and hell, that would've been bad.
"Why? What'd he want?" Sam stared blankly out the front window, his jaw tensing ever so slightly.
"Revenge, 'cause we got him killed."
"Sam…"
"Well, we did, Dean." Sam let out an exasperated sigh as he stared at his older brother. Dean gave a hard glare at Sam, before he turned his eyes back towards the road that they were traveling on.
"All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is goin' on, it's happenin' to us now, okay? I can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinkin' of answers, don't think at all." Keila glared at the back of the older hunter, her teeth grinding together. She reached around the back of the head rest in front of her, gently placing her hand on Sam's shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. Sam glanced back at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, before his face fell again and he stared straight ahead.
Dean stared at Keila through the rearview mirror, his attention never leaving her eyes. He studied the light color of them, the outer rim of her iris a warm chocolate color, slowly fading into a warm honey brown, before darkening again towards her pupil. He replayed the scene of them about to enter into the bathroom to save Sam over and over again in his head, trying to remember ever single detail that he could. Because, there was something off about Keila in that moment, something that he's not sure if it truly happened, or if it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Her eyes were a sickly yellow.
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