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Sitting around the Campbell's dining room table was extremely awkward, especially for Keila. After their tense interrogation from Samuel, and the clear lack of disapproval that was etched across his rugged face, Keila had figured her and Dean would both have a bullet in their head before the night was through. But, Dean Winchester being, well, Dean Winchester, he managed to charm his maternal grandmother, Deanna, and now here they were, eating dinner with hunters. But, not just any hunters.

Dean's family of hunters.

Keila swallowed the large lump in her throat and looked down at the food that was placed in front of her. Pushing the food around her plate gingerly, she casually stuck her fork into the pile of green beans, before picking it up and placing it in her mouth, chewing on them slowly. Her appetite was pretty much gone, anxiety rumbling in her belly, making her slightly nauseous. Thank God they hadn't tried to test either one of them, cause who knows what would've-

"You alright, honey?" Keila's eyes focused back on her surroundings, her mind crawling out of the dark corners and back to the present. Deanna looked at her, a worried looked etched into her brows as she watched her. Keila could feel her cheeks burn slightly, heat crawling up her necks and her ears ringing.

"Huh? Oh, yes ma'am. Everything is fine." Her southern lilt was light, but the slight tremor in her voice was evident to everyone around the table. The conversation that Dean was having with his grandfather ceased, and the harsh eyes of Samuel Campbell was staring her down, his face falling into a stern look.

"You don't look alright." Deanna hissed out something to Samuel, but that didn't faze the seasoned hunter. His eyes stayed locked on Keila's golden orbs, trying to dissect what was up with her. The minute that Samuel saw her walk through the door, he had his suspicions about her. The boy, Dean Van Halen, he was your typical hunter, brash, cocky, arrogant, and carried an aura of confidence around him. But, this girl? She carried herself like a soldier. Her movements were calculated, and her peculiar eyes seemed to take in everything around her, lingering on the exits, and making notes of the hidden weapon caches that Samuel had placed around his house.

It sent up red flags in head, someone who was that aware of their surroundings means they were looking for ways to escape. And, those who wanted to escape usually were hiding something.

"Daddy!" Mary glared at her father, but her interest was slightly peaked as well. Ever since Keila had entered her family's home, she noticed that the color from Keila's faced had drained slightly, and her bottom lip was constantly tugged between her teeth. She was nervous, but Mary didn't understand why. Well, she did, but she didn't. Keila was with a hunter, why would she be nervous around others?

"To be honest with you, sir, bein' around other hunters makes me nervous." Dean glanced towards Keila, the obvious tension in the room rising. He felt a small amount of guilt creep into his system. He never thought about how Keila would feel being shoved into a room full of hunters. Hell, the most interaction she had with hunters was with him and Sammy, and he'll admit his younger brother was more like an overgrown puppy than a weathered hunter, like Samuel. But, Dean was used to the harsh looks and backhanded comments.

"Heh, well I guess I can't blame you there." Samuel's thin lips tugged ever so slightly, before he looked down at his meal in front of him and took a heaping bite of meatloaf. Keila's eyes drifted down to her own plate as well, but Samuel Campbell always stayed in her peripheral. Her trust in people was almost non-existent, no matter how hard she tried to force it. When she thought about it, she hardly knew anything about the brothers that she had been traveling with for almost a month now. All she knew of them was from what she witnessed those years that she had followed them, but that didn't mean she knew them.

"Are you sure you're alright, sweetie? You've hardly touched your meatloaf." Mary let out an exasperated sigh at her mother's worry, before she took a small scoop of mashed potatoes and spooned them into her mouth. She pulled a disgusted face as she saw Dean shoveling food into his mouth like it was his last meal on Earth. His emerald orbs caught hers, and he gave her a toothy grin, mouth full of green beans and mashed potatoes. She gagged slightly and pushed her plate away from her slightly, her appetite gone.

"No ma'am, you've made a wonderful meal. I just have a sensitive stomach, that's all." Keila shot Deanna a reassuring smile, which seemed to please the female hunter. Dean eyed Keila warily as he took another massive bite of his meatloaf. From what he's seen, Keila did not have a sensitive stomach, that girl could put food back like he could. Despite his nonchalant attitude, Dean was aware of how Keila was acting around his maternal grandparents.

It was just like how she acted when he first met her own Bobby's porch. She sat as straight as a board, her eyes darting in every which direction, taking in her surroundings, her southern accent more prominent than it usually was. She was scared. Dean could understand why, but it also kind of annoyed him. She shouldn't be scared, he was here. He continued to watch her as she pushed her mashed potatoes lazily around her plate, her brows furrowed, bottom lip being gnawed on.

She's always chewin' on her lip.

Keila glanced up and looked at Dean, who gave her a smile filled with mashed potatoes. Instead of grimacing like Mary did, a wide grin broke out across Keila's face as she chuckled at the young hunter. Deanna watched the interaction between the two, a small smile on her face. She placed her hand on her husband's knee, giving it a small squeeze. Samuel raised his dark eyes towards his wife, who gave him a not so subtle head tilt towards their two guests.

"Don't they remind you someone?" Samuel peered closer at the two sitting across from them, both with small smiles on their faces. He noticed how the girl's body had relaxed minutely, and how the young man was leaning towards her ever so slightly. His eyebrows furrowed before he turned back towards his wife, leaning so he could speak into her ear.

"Nah, not really. Who do they remind you of?" Deanna leaned away from her husband, a small smirk tugging at the edge of her lips, before she ducked her heads and pressed a light kiss to her husband's cheeks.

"Don't worry about it, you'll see it sooner or later." Mary on the other hand, knew exactly who her mother was talking about, and it brought a bright pink tint across her cheeks. She watched the two across from her, her heart beating faster as she thought about who they looked like, who they acted like, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. She looked towards her mother, who gave her a lazy wink, before she returned to her meal.

Dean and Keila acted a lot like John and Mary.

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