Indi was sitting in her favorite diner, a book propped open in front of her. Her long wavy brown hair worn down as usual, falling around her shoulders, her unique chocolate brown and golden honey eyes skimming the pages while flicking up to the door occasionally. She was dressed in an overly large blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose fitting jeans, melting into her surroundings perfectly, hiding in plain sight had been the only thing she knew how to do, years of blending into the background, being forgotten and underestimated, paying off. She did however have a nasty habit of being overly cautious, sitting with her back to the door something she could never do, not knowing where all the exits were, breaking away from places she deemed safe. It had become second nature to scope out every room before even stepping foot in it. Getting lost in her own thoughts she wasn't even aware of the two people walking into the small restaurant; that is until she heard it. That smooth, deep, and gentle voice she knew so well. Quickly packing up her things hoping she could sneak out before she was noticed, but the universe just never seemed to be on her side, ever.
A pair of worn blue jean clad legs leading up to a gray shirt under a blue and white flannel, hands hidden deep in his pockets stood at the counter, looking around at the other inhabitants of the cozy diner. He was just as tall as she remembered, his thick brown hair a little longer and quite shaggier than the last time they'd been together, his eyes looked more green than brown as he laughed at something the other man with him said. He looked healthy, his cheeks flushed with color and a smile stretched wide to show off his perfect straight teeth. He had a small amount of stubble but that added to his attractive features, his lean body now filled out, the Carhart jacket he loved no doubt hiding just how strong he truly was. Sam Winchester still looked every bit the adorable man she'd remembered him to be. Looking away from the man she knew all too well, lest the memories consume her, she focused on gathering her things slowly, keeping her breathing under control and her head down, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
Just as she was zipping up her backpack the pair stopped in front of her table, "I'm Detective Hunter and this is my partner, Detective Venandi. Are you Indi Marin?" the slightly shorter of the two said. His voice was deeper and a little raspy, his hair was cropped shorter and spiked off his forehead, his piercing green eyes just a shade darker than his companion's and a lot more mischievous, he had a polished ring on his left hand, a couple of Thai good luck bracelets around his wrist, a golden protection charm around his neck. He wore a leather jacket, the collar turned up and faded in some places, his clothing was a little newer, the green button up over his black shirt still crisp. His cheekbones were sharper, his facial expressions more severe. He had this look that just screamed authority and confidence. Dean Winchester looked just like Sam had always described, the guy who always got what they wanted, when he wanted. His good looks and charm allowed him to skirt trouble and get anything he wanted.
Sucking in a deep breath, her heart hammering away painfully in her chest. She kept her eyes on the one who spoke, not daring to look at him knowing if she did, everything would come out, all the work she'd put into disappearing ruined. "What can I do for you, gentlemen?" She asked, her heavily accented voice making it hard to understand just what she was saying, her emotions getting the better of her usually clear voice. Seeing him after all these years had taken her by surprise. Broken her heart all over again, she was so sure they would never see each other, in fact she had made certain they never would. She let her eyes flick to him. The temptation too strong, that one look giving her a sense of home, as it always had. She still loved him, even after everything she did to push him away. She was cut off from her musings by his deep voice.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked, Indi closed her eyes, tears began falling. She finally opened her eyes watching as something in his mind seemed to fall into place. The wall she'd created crashed around her. Sam's eyes seemed to sparkle with recognition, looking absolutely overjoyed to see her. "Indi…?" He breathed, "But… How… Baby…" Looking around himself and then back into her unique eyes. "How did I not remember you?" He muttered, his face breaking out into a smile; igniting something in her. A part of her that had been lost when she'd sent him away, she almost didn't want it to end, but there was no doubt it would, her bad luck always catching up with her. "You look good, I always loved it when you wore your hair long." he said. His eyes scanned her face as if taking her all in, like he'd never see it again. "You have glasses, now. They look good on you." He nodded, his hand reaching out before realizing what he was doing, quickly falling to his side, while giving a shy smile.
"Hi, Sammy." She replied, her voice cracking with unshed tears. She looked down, pushing some of her thick hair over her shoulder while also tucking some behind her ear. "Take a seat." She motioned for the booth across from her, Sam shoved the other man towards the booth and made sure he was in the seat directly in front of her, his eyes never leaving her. She looked at the other man, "You must be Dean. Sam used to talk about you all the time." She said, her accent still thick but easier to understand. "He always talked about how much he missed you. I'm Indi, I… Sam and I… We, ah, we have a complicated history." She laughed weakly, smiling sadly at Dean, a triumphant smirk pulled at his lips, that didn't last long, as if remembering just why they were there. Sam pulled her attention away with his wide smile both lost in each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry to cut this reunion short, but we are here on business." Dean said, his eyes now determined. "We were here about Aaron Brokenleg's death. You were the one that found him right?"
She seemed to shrink in on herself further, her fingers lacing together moving each one slowly, watching them intensely. Her waitress came by, setting water down for the men and taking their orders, then topped off her coffee, giving her a sympathetic look before walking away. It took a few seconds before Indi finally moved, nodding slowly, never looking up from her fingers. Tears began falling from her eyes, her breath hitching in a sob before she began talking. "Aaron… He'd been getting nightmares for months, he would talk about some great 'Cosmic Owl'. It told him to find someone, but all he got was a name, Azazel." She said, taking a deep breath, finally looking up, her eyes full of sadness and pain. "After that he became more irrational, secretive, even a little…" She took a shuddering breath, her hand going to her forearm, covered by her shirt. "He drew a picture, the thing is, it was a Native American owl, not an Indian one. He thought because of the color it would bring nothing but luck." She pulled her Blackberry out of her bag and began searching through the pictures. Showing them the one she had. It was so life-like, hard to tell it was even a drawing if it weren't for her calling it that. The owl was large, taking up most of the page, it's feathers the color of gold, it's large eyes black as night, no light reflected from them, just two endless voids. It's beak was long and white, the tip dripping blood onto it's chest rather gruesomely. The owl's wings were outstretched, it's wingspan twice the size of Sam's, the owl easily overtaking all three of them, even if they stood next to each other. It's golden brown and white feathers shining magnificently. It looked almost regal the way it stood, so tall and proud. "Aaron was studying Studio Arts when we met." She said, trying to explain the skillful artwork. Her eyes darkened as she continued to stare at the picture.
"You see, in the Indian tales, owls are known for luring people to their untimely demise. They weren't known for being helpful. I tried to warn Aaron, tried to block the dreams, but..." Her eyelids fluttered the color flickering there, the lighter honey shade opposed to the chocolate brown. "But he never listened to me. You should probably see this next one." She moved onto a new one, this one of a man. He was middle aged with brown hair, sprinkled with gray, he had a twisted almost devilish smile on his face, he wore a dark blue button up shirt with a name sewn into the breast and a pair of work jeans. Everything about him seemed normal, he had laugh lines next to his eyes, a wedding ring on his finger, he even had a little bit of weight around his middle. The most startling thing about the man were his eyes, they swirled an unrealistic shade of yellow and white, there was no iris, nor were there any conjunctiva. His eyes mixed with the smile gave him an eerily image, it was almost impossible to look into those eyes and not sense the evil coming off him. Sam almost choked on his water, Dean slapping his back harshly in the hopes of helping him out. If she noticed, she didn't say anything, her eyes staring into space with nothing. "I found this drawing the day he… He finished it, the… The morning I found…" She looked out the window letting her thoughts take over, her eyes growing more distant. The trio sat in silence, taking in the information they were being presented.
"Wait, wait, wait. You want me to believe that some death omen killed your boyfriend and friggin' Yellow Eyes was behind it?" Dean said, his voice barely below a shout, causing Indi to flinch away from him, but not looking away from his eyes. "Why should we trust you?" He asked, tone stern and demanding.
"You don't have to," She stated calmly, her eyes seemed to harden as she straightened herself up, that meek woman they'd met gone, she had a ferocity in her that shocked both men. Sam was blown away by the difference he was seeing in her. "I know what you think of my kind, Dean Winchester. I know how you hunt us down and viciously slay us. I've heard your thoughts and seen what you've done. If it weren't for Sam, you would have killed me the first time you were here." She leveled Dean with a look, as if seeing into his very soul. It was quiet again until she spoke again, "I do, however, not need to justify myself to you." She stood quickly, violently pulling her bag from the ground, throwing it over her shoulder and walking away. Ignoring the looks she was receiving as she stormed out.