...I'm sorry?
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The night blanketed the highway, the only thing breaking through the darkness was two headlights, driving along the empty road. The sleek black muscle car hugged the curves tightly, the steady purr of the engine echoing in the still air. The driver of the car had his emerald eyes focused on the road ahead of him, gently easing the metal beast around another curve. In the passenger seat next to him, sat a dark-haired woman, eyes almost shining in the dark. Her head was leaned back against the headrest, arms crossed across her chest. In the backseat, the silhouette of a figure could be seen, leaned against the front seat, shaggy hair falling slightly in their face.
"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?" The massive figure in the back leaned forward a little bit more, hazel eyes glowing with excitement. The driver shrugged his shoulders lightly, making eye contact briefly, before turning his attention back to the road.
"I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself. That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down." The woman in the passenger seat smiled slightly, remembering the encounter a little differently.
"How'd she look? I mean, was she happy?" The driver paused for a moment, thinking, before he opened his mouth to speak.
"Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So, hopeful." His eyes locked with the man in the back seat for a moment.
"Dad, too. Until of course…" A tense silence fell over the car, before the man in the back sighed.
"What?" Hazel eyes connected the emerald for just a moment, before they tore away and looked out the window. Shadowed shapes flew by the car as the man spoke.
"Nothin'." The woman in the passenger seat turned her body ever so slightly, arms still crossed over her chest. She made eye contact with the giant, before he sighed again.
"It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So, Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?" A look of confusion drew across the driver's face, while one of fear pulled across the passenger's. The man in the back seat was almost oblivious to both.
Almost.
"Sam, I never said anything about demon blood." The driver's eyes locked with Sam's, who dropped his head guiltily. The driver huffed out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head.
"You knew about that?" Sam still doesn't look at the driver, head down and eyes dancing around the car, anywhere but the front seat.
"Yeah, for about a year." The driver sucks in a breath, jaw clenched and eyes back on the road, before he slowly lets it out.
"A whole year?" Sam ducks his head lower in the back seat, hands fiddling with the ends of his flannel.
"I should have told you. I'm sorry." The driver's jaw clenches, eyes still focused on the road.
"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam. But whatever. You don't want to tell me, you don't have to. It's fine." Sam let out a sigh, before looking at his older brother.
"Dean." Dean said nothing, eyes still focused on the road ahead of them. Sam looked towards the woman in the front seat, eyes pleading. She gave him a small smile and a shrug od her shoulders. Sam let out an exasperated sigh and slouched back against the seat.
"Whatever."
The woman in the front seat uncrosses her arm, stretching them above her head, until they hit the cloth of the top above her. She then leans sideways towards the window, then the driver, her back cracking with each movement.
"Honey, you have to get that checked out. It sounds disgusting." The woman just grunted at Dean, before she pressed her head into the back of the headrest and bowed her body out, a deep hollow pop resounding from her lower back.
"You're just mad because your back won't pop." Dean scoffed, a small tug at the edge of his lips, before his attention was pulled back to the road.
"Keila, did you meet my mom too?" Keila's golden eyes glanced up into the rearview mirror, where they contacted hazel ones. She could see the curiosity in their eyes, and couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I did. Met your whole family." Sam leaned forward again, his chin practically resting on Keila's shoulders. She turned slightly, looking down at him.
"What were they like?" She smiled at him, looking at the way he held so much wonder for his family. Her smile faltered slightly. The family that he never got to know.
"She was a badass, like Dean said. Whooped his ass, knew what she was doing. She was a bonafide hunter." She paused for a second, before a twisted grin pulled across her face.
"Your dad was pretty hot too." Both men groaned, Dean pulling a disgusted face, while Sam yanked his head back, looking at Keila like she had grown two heads. She couldn't help but laugh at the boy's reaction.
"What? You wanted to know what I thought of them, that's what I thought!" Sam glared at Keila as she continued to laugh, Dean grumbling something underneath his breath as he made a turn into town.
"What about my grandparents?" Keila locked eyes with Sam again, taking a deep breath before speaking.
"Your grandfather scared the shit out of me. It was like he could see into my soul. Your grandma was a sweetheart though, a real angel." Sam smiled, his eyes gathering a faraway look. Dean, cleared his throat slightly as they pulled up in front of a typical looking suburban house.
"This the place?" Sam placed his arms over the back of the front seat, looking through the windshield at this house. Dean grunted in conformation, before he leaned across the seat, and tapped the lever on the glovebox. It popped open, falling, and bouncing off against Keila's knees, before Dean's large hand was inside of it, rummaging for something. He let out a quiet 'aha!' before he pulled out a set of binoculars and shut the glovebox.
Keila leaned back looking at Sam, who was practically in the front seat now, before she let out a sigh.
"Switch with me." Sam looked down at Keila in confusion as she undid her seatbelt and turned towards the backseat, knees planted in the passenger seat.
"What?" Keila rolled her eyes and slid her torso over the top of the passenger seat, until her upper body was hanging into the back, while her lower body dangled in the front.
"Switch. With. Me." She huffed out, as he body tipped forward, tumbling her into the back seat, feet kicking against the top of the car.
"Hey! Watch the interior!" She huffed out a few choice words as she scrambled into the seated position, before she pushed on Sam's butt a little.
"Up and over, Sasquatch, there's definitely not enough room back here for the both of us." Sam let out a gently laugh before he rolled into the front seat, tucking his long legs in so he wouldn't kick his older brother. Dean grumbled as Sam pulled himself into the seated position, hair in his face.
"You two are morons." Keila just snorted as she pulled herself up and positioned her head between the two, while Sam adjusted himself in the passenger seat. They watch as a man comes from downstairs, walking into the kitchen, a rummaging through the fridge.
"Are you sure that's him?" Dean eyes the binoculars pressed to his eyes, while Sam has his laptop sitting in his lap, scrolling through pages on the internet.
"Only Jack Montgomery in town." Dean nods his head slowly, never pulling his eyes away from the binoculars.
"And we're looking for..." Dean trails off, and Sam picks up where he left off.
"Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird." They all sit in silence for a moment, before Dean speaks up again.
"Weird?"
"Yeah." Dean lets out a huff and continues to watch the man. They sit in silence before about five minutes, before he begins talking again.
"Alright, well, yeah, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy? I mean, come on, this guy's boring." Sam lets out an exasperated sigh, before popping open the glovebox and producing another pair of binoculars. He closes it again, and brings them to his eyes.
"I don't know, Dean. Travis seemed pretty sure." The three of them sit there in silence, the two brothers looking through their binoculars, while Keila watched on in silence. Though she didn't have any binoculars, she could clearly see what was going on inside the house, demonic powers, and whatnot.
What unfolds in front of them, they can hardly believe. The man pulls out leftover chicken, scarfing it down, not bothering to use a plate or fork. He eats the food as if he hasn't had a meal in days. Once he's done with that, he eyes a pack of raw meat, before tearing it open and shoveling it into his mouth, glancing behind his shoulder every so often.
The boys pull away from their binoculars, disgusted looks plastered across their face as they glance at each other. Sam looks back towards the house, before speaking.
"I'd say that qualifies as weird."
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