Chapter 2
"Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you're alive, and that's your job. And do it again next week." -Jensen Ackles
Dean's POV
Sam and I got a room, with two queen sized beds, and a pull out couch. Once we set our stuff in the room, we locked it, and went over two rooms to try to talk to Samantha. I knocked twice on the door.
"Who is it?" We heard a girl voice question.
"My name is Dean Winchester, and I am here with my brother, Sam. We want to talk to you, but what we want to talk to you about is sensitive. Would you mind letting us into your room?" I asked, almost gently. Slowly we heard the chain leave the door, we stood back so the door would swing open. Once the door was open, I saw what we were dealing with. The girl, Samantha, had long, dyed purple hair, hazel eyes, glasses, and was holding one silver knife, and one iron knife. On the ground, there was a thick line of salt. From what I could tell, the windows were salted too. Around her neck, she wore three necklaces, one a amethyst crystal, which can strengthen your spiritual awareness, a pentagram, for protection, and a small crescent moon, which is a symbol of growth and creativity.
"Can we come in?" I ask, knowing that it is better to ask permission.
"First, if you don't mind, I want to know that you are human," She states, which is fair.
"Can I borrow your knives then?" I asked, she nodded, and passed them to me over the thick salt line. Gently, I cut my hand with the silver knife, and it bled bright red. With the iron knife, I cut my palm as well, right next to the first cut. She let me step in, then had Sam do the exact same thing. Once we had both proved that we were human, she shut the door and latched it behind us.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asks, as she sat in a chair. Sam and I silently asked her if we could sit, to which she nodded, and we sat down on the couch.
"First of all, I am Dean and this is Sam, and we are hunters," I stated. She looked kinda shocked, but seemed to remember how I knew about silver and iron. "Second of all, how far did your dad get into training you, before he went missing?" I asked.
"I took Latin in school, so I know a couple of exorcisms, I know about salt, iron, silver, and burning bodies. I was just starting to learn about possession, when my dad went missing," She admitted, the look on her face said that she was weak for only knowing that much.
"Hey, that is pretty good, kiddo," I told her, and she looked up at me in shock. "Ok, my first question for you, do you want to continue to learn how to hunt?"
"Yes, I don't want to feel powerless anymore. When I have my knives, and my lighter, I feel like I can take on the world," She admitted. Sam and I looked at each other, and smiled.
"Ok, that leads me to my second question, would you like to come with us, and we can finish your training?" I asked her.
"How good are you guys?" She asked. I smirked.
"Did you hear about Flight 2485?" I asked her.
"Yes, why?" She asked.
"We investigated it, and ended up exercising Flight 204," I told her. She looked impressed.
"Nice," She stated, sounding impressed.
"Also, I have been hunting stuff since I was 13 years-old, and Sam has been hunting off and on since he was 12 years old," I told her.
"How old are you guys?" She asked, as she relaxed a little bit.
"I am 27 years old, and Sam is 23 years old," I commented.
"Does Sam talk?" she joked.
"Yes, I do, and what do you want us to call you?" Sam asked her, leaning forward, and rested his arms on his knees.
"I used to go by Sam, but Sam's actual name is Sam, so you guys can decide on a nickname, and ask me if I approve, if I like it, I will let you guys call me it," She negotiated.
"Deal," Sam and I agreed at the same time. I came up with a name.
"What about the nickname, Tempest?" I asked her. She looked up, and Sam fist bumped me.
"I like it," She grinned. I smiled at her. My smile wasn't the smirk that I gave women, it was my smile that only really Sam had seen.
"I'm glad," I told her. "Another question, what about your taste in music?"
"I like a variety of music. 80's music, like AC/DC, BonJovi, Metallica, and Nirvana are some of my favorites from that era. I also like pop, and 90's music," She told us.
"You will love my cassette tape collection then," I told her. Tempest grinned. "I drive a 1967 Chevy Impala," at which she looked impressed.
"I like the look of the 67 Impala," She grinned. I smirked at her.
"Do you want to stay in here for our hunt, or do you want to check out of this room, and join us in ours? That way you are as safe as possible, since two hunters watching your back is better than one. Our room has two queen size beds and a pull-out?" Sam asked.
"Will you guys let me help out with the job?" She asked, to which both Sam and I nodded. "I go with y'all. Being alone is not good for me, I barely get any sleep."
"You worried something is after you?" I asked, and she nodded. I gently got up, and hugged her small form close. "Sam and I will protect you, don't worry."
As long as both Sam and I were capable, nothing would hurt her again. That much I could promise myself.