Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Shit. I slam my hand around looking for the stupid alarm clock and eventually throw it across the room. I sit up and look around at the beat up old motel room. One day I'll find a way to stay in a nice hotel or maybe a home.
Home. Im not even sure I know what that word means anymore. Being on the road for as long as I could remember. No family. No friends. No home. The life of The Huntress.
I groan and force myself up to the small dirty bathroom. My hair is in a tangled mess and my eyeliner smudged across my cheeks. I take a lukewarm shower since this dump doesn't have a decent water heater and scrub until I feel clean.
I pick out a yellow sunflower dress and white flats. Hunting doesn't have to be strictly black and leather. I braid my hair and apply a little mascara and lip gloss. I slip my gun holster garter up my right leg to my thigh and slip my pistol in it. I check my reflection before grabbing my angel blade and throwing it in a worn out messenger bag with some lore books and my hunter notes.
The diner across the street is small and cozy. Yellow wallpaper and bright red seats was a telling sign of the age of the buisness. A few old people were sitting and enjoying their breakfast. A small sign says to take a seat and a waitress would come shortly. I sit down in the corner booth with my back to the wall.
Keep your back to a wall so you can see everything and react faster.
I open my messenger bag and pull out my case file. A newspaper clipping is inside with the headline: MYSTERIOUS DEATH RULED ANIMAL ATTACK. I chuckled to myself. It's never just an animal attack. People are so oblivious.
"Can I get you some coffee honey?" A sweet old lady wearing a bright blue apron asked. Her name badge said Pearl.
"Yes ma'am. Black and a plate of pancakes please."
"Comin' right up." Pearl walks away and I dig into the case.
Halfway through my plate of food I realized that it WAS an animal attack. A hellhound. The victim made headlines years before when his brother was suddenly cured of stage 4 cancer. This wasn't much of a case though. He was the only person to die so maybe it was just one deal the crossroads demon made and then left. I'll stick around a few more days to be sure.
I look outside the window at the small town. The clouds outside have turned a dark grey and a few raindrops have started to fall. A few people walking on the side walk begin pulling out their umbrellas.
I love the rain. The way it smelled and coolness on my skin. The last good memory I had was in the rain. My angel blade stuck in the chest of 'Dillon', a demon pretending to be human. A human that I had started to care for.
"Dude stop ordering healthy food. Why can't you eat like an American?" My daydreaming ended with the obnoxiously loud voice.
I look up to see two men. One with beautiful brown hair down to his shoulders and a large burly build. The other slightly smaller with short wild dark hair and chiseled features.
"One day you'll regret eating all that bacon Dean. It will clog your arteries." The larger one shook his head. His shoulder length locks swayed back and forth. He turned his attention back to his laptop.
I sat there for a moment listening to their banter until it clicked. They are hunters. Faded jeans, flannel, plaid, leather. Wow. It's not often to find a pair of hunters.
Lovers? No... brothers.
The Winchesters.
My mouth opened in surprise and my eyes met green. Dean. Infamous green eyes. Ice ran down my spine and I looked down. I could hear him muttering something to Sam. I could feel their eyes on me.
Hell with it.
I stood up and strolled to their table. Looking between the two boys staring at me with muscles tense ready to fight, "Winchesters right?"
Dean looked at Sam before answering, "Yeah and you are?"
"Davis."
Dean gives me a sarcastic look. "Davis? That a first name or last name?"
"It's just Davis." I don't give people my real name. Not since Dillon.
"Okay... Davis. What's with the get up? Here to talk to us about our Lord and Savior?" Dean chuckles obviously making fun of my bright sundress.
"No dumbass. I'm a hunter."
"Wait. You're The Huntress!" Sam hits Dean on the arm. "Remember the huntress? Dresses and a badass against vampires!"
Oh shit. I want to freaking scream! My vigilante name caught on! I bet it was Garth.
"Oh yeah Garth had mentioned you." Dean says shrugging.
Thank you Garth!
"I'm guessing we are all here for the same case." I assume.
"It's a hellhound." Sam and I say at the same time to each other. We laugh and Dean rolls his eyes.
Close up I can see the fine scars covering Dean's face. He should be thankful they healed up so nicely. Sam on the other hand had less scars but more worry lines. His deep dark eyes were troubled sad.
"Well I'll get out of your hair boys. It was nice meeting the Winchesters." I throw a card on the table. "Call if you need anything." I turn to walk away.
"Wait," I turn back to see Dean with a funny looking his face. Green eyes lit up. "Do you really fight in that?" He snickers and Sam holds back a laugh.
"I can do a lot of things in a dress Dean Winchester. Maybe I can show you how a REAL hunter fights sometime." I wink and walk back to my table.
I can hear them whispering to each other as I pack my bag and throw money on the table. I glance out the window and see that the rain has picked up.
I need to get out of here. It's not safe to be in a group of hunters. Especially not with the Winchesters.
"We can't find anyone else that made a deal so we're going to head out tomorrow if we don't find a reason to stay tonight." Dean calls over to me.
I turn around and nod to them. "I was going to do the same but I'll trust you boys to do it. I'm heading south."
Pearl walks up with plates and places them in front of the guys.
"Thanks." Dean mutters and digs in.
Before I finally leave someone slides into the booth next to Dean. The guys aren't fazed by his sudden appearance. Dark hair, bright blue eyes and a trench coat. I can feel his aura. Something seems familiar.
"Angel." I growl and reach for the blade in my bag. Sam grabs my hand and pulls me into the booth before I get a chance. My eyes are wide with worry and surprise.
"He's with us." Sam calmly says.
"Cas this is Davis. Davis this is Cas. He's an angel." Dean introduces us with a large portion of food in his mouth.
"Castiel. It's a pleasure to meet you Davis." He puts his hand out and I look to Sam.
"You're friends with an angel?"
Sam shrugs. "It's a long story."
"Sam, Dean you need to get out of this town. Demons are coming. More than you can handle." Castiel says with a gruff monotone voice.
Shit. I have to get out of here.
"Why? Are they coming after us?" Sam closes his laptop and starts packing everything up.
"Yes. All 3 of you."
Me? What the fuck?!
"Why me?"
"There is a prophecy. Davis when you met Sam and Dean a piece of that prophecy was fulfilled. Things are in place and now the demons want you all dead or at least just Davis." My blood ran cold.
"What the fuck Cas! Why didn't you tell us about this prophecy?" Dean says clearly irritated.
"Dean I can't just go around telling everyone prophecies. There are so many and some will never happen. It's all circumstances." Castiel tries to explain.
"Fuck." Dean slams money on the table and we all slide out of the booth. "Sam and I will head to the bunker and Davis said she's headed south. As long as we aren't together the prophecy isn't being fulfilled."
"Dean we aren't just leaving her out here to defend herself. She needs a safe place to stay." Sam argues. They both stare at each other neither one wanting to back down.
"Well I'm not sticking around to get killed. See ya later boys." I throw my messenger bag on.
"Davis you can't." Cas grabs my hand. His tone is urgent. "The prophecy has started. You can't reverse that by separating. They will kill you. You have to stay together now." He looks at Dean and Dean throws his hands up.
"Fine. Let's go."
Before I can move cold steel is pressed against my throat. An arm snakes around my waist holding me against a large round body.
Damn it! Pearl is a demon.
The guys pull out angel blades and suddenly I'm across the room. My head cracks against the hard tile foor. I can hear yelling and screams from where I once stood.
I open my eyes and slowly sit up. The guys are standing over Pearl and what I assume is the cook's dead bodies. I rub the side of my head only to feel that warm bood has drenched my hair. Cas looks my way and comes over.
"I'll heal you. Don't move." He places his hand on my head and a tingling sensation envelopes me. Before I know it his touch is gone and so is the pain in my head. I stand up and put some distance between myself and the angel. I still don't trust him.
"Let's get out of here before more come." Sam says and we all sprint out of the diner.
"I've got to grab my things. I will be right back." I run across the street to my motel room. I slam the door behind me and run to the mirror in the bathroom. I grab a wash cloth and get as much blood out of my hair as I can. I throw my duffle bag across my shoulder and pick up my keys.
I walk outside and see Dean walking around a black muscle car. It's my car. Dean runs his hand over the hood and whistles. I can't blame him. It's a beautiful car.
"Hey get your hands off my baby Winchester." He looks up wide eyed.
"Wait. This is yours?"
"Yeah. '72 stingray. She's a sexy thing isn't she?" Dean just nods and keeps gawking at my ride.
"We need to leave guys. We have a 12 hour drive." Sam walks up and Dean throws keys to him.
"Sam why don't you drive Baby? I need to be with Davis to show her the way. I can drive-" I cut Dean off with a laugh.
"Nope. But you can ride shotgun." I wink at him and hop in the car. Dean slowly makes his way to the passenger seat. I can tell he's upset about not driving. His hand reaches for the radio and I slap it. "Driver picks the music." I smirk. He leans back and crosses his arms in a huff.
"Where's the angel?"
"Cas left. I know you probably don't trust angels but he's a good one."
I ignore his comment and follow Sam out of town.
"Where exactly are we going?" I hadn't had time to process everything. One moment I was meeting them and the next I was almost killed.
"The bunker." Dean says pulling out his gun making sure it was loaded.
"And that is...?"
Dean sighs heavily. He's not much of a talker I guess.
"It's an underground safe place. It's our... home." He says it with uncertainty but I can tell the word calms him.
"How do you have... Hunters don't usually have a home." The word makes me feel numb.
A safe place Davis. Stick with them and feel safe. Remember how that felt with Dillon?
Yes I do remember. Dillon had money. Dillon had a home and opened it to me. Dillon let me feel safe and secure. He made me feel like I was normal. Just a normal woman in a relationship with a normal man. It was all a lie.
"We found it. It's really nice. Plenty of room."
We ride in silence for a few minutes listening to the engine rumble before I turn on the radio. Dean cringes at the music choice until I turn it to an old Rock station.
"It's a shame that demon threw you across the room." I look over to Dean who is smirking at me.
"Oh yeah?"
"I wanted to see you fight in that pretty little dress of yours."
I laugh with him.
Oh just wait Dean Winchester. I'll show you what I can do in a 'pretty little dress'.