Rylie had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing at Dean and his pouting, it was quite funny after all. Crossing her arms infront of her she kept her mouth shut for once as she turned to look at the window, allowing them to ride in silence for a few moments as they headed back into the woods, resting head head against the doorframe. Finally breaking the silence, she spoke softly, not looking at him. "You'd do anything for your brother, wouldn't you?"
Dean shifted in his seat. He looked to Rylie and then back to the road, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. "Yeah, I would." His words were laced with uncertainty. He didn't know this girl who apparently knew everything about him. Including about his dad. Could he trust her? But in all honesty, did he have another option at this point?
Rylie nodded and continued gazing out the window, her hard outer shell was beginning to form back up, why wouldn't it? She was getting ready to hunt with some guy she didn't even know, that definetly wasn't safe. There had to be trust in a duo or someone was going to get killed. Rylie raised her hand and pointed. "That's the spot where we earlier, by the old shed." Placing her hand on the door she looked at him this time. "Would you die to save him?"
Dean pulled over and stopped the engine again. He climbed out, going to open the trunk to get his guns. Silver bullets, too. He had a shotgun for the moving target, and a short range weapon as well. Silver bladed dagger for his back up. "You got your own weapons or you want a rental?" He asked, his left hand on the trunk, ready to close it when she said no.
She slowly got out of the car, her bag still strapped securely around her shoulder she hugged it to herself and looked around dazed, hearing him speak she looked back at him. "Huh?...No, I'm good." Shaking her head slightly she pushed her hair back behind her shoulders and stepped infront of the car. "Well Superman, your turn to play commando troop, now isn't it?" Looking up at him as she walked to the edge of the woods.
Dean closed the trunk compartment. "Hardly." He muttered, moving passed the girl. He had a night vision bit that helped him see when he was in the dark. It helped when you were hunting things that could do about the same. Only better. "Let's just kill this bitch and get it over with so you can tell me about my dad."
Rylie nodded and pushed her hair back, a habit of hers when she was focusing in, and killing the annoying wolf was definetly something to focus on. Rylie sidestepped a fallen tree and continued into the woods. "Don't get me killed, Superman, or I will come back to murder you. She stepped infront of him, her right hand resting in her bag, her other hand holding tightly to the strap as she looked around, extremely alert.
"Yeah, well, lucky for you I can exorcise a spirit in my sleep." Dean replied, moving down a narrow path, keeping his voice low and looking around, ears alert for any sign of this girl that he should've killed when he had the chance. If Sam turned... he'd never forgive himself. Bring him back into this world of fighting evil things just to make him one.
"Right, wouldn't that be lucky for you?" Rylie asked, her voice low, her hand finally pulling the double barrel shot gun from the bag that she had been so desperately clinging to. Holding the gun infront of her, she slowly turned in a circle, her ears were more alert then her eyes which may or may not have been a good thing. "Damn I hate this part. Wait like sitting ducks...You see anything at all there, Mr. Spy Man?"
"No, nothing." Dean replied as evenly as he could while keeping his voice low. Well, lower really. His ears had become more of his eyes than anything at this point. He was crouched down, ears straining for anything that he could make out amist the animals that resided there. Something? No, just a squirrel. Damn it all where was this thing? If she wanted him so bad what was she waiting for?
Rylie shook her head, turning in a full circle as they came to a stop she sighed. "Something doesn't feel right." She jumped when she felt the familiar vibrating in her pocket, pulling out her phone her eyes widened. "Oh god, you have got to be fucking kidding me." Looking at Dean with an eye roll she opened the phone and put it to her ear. "Emily! What in the hell? Are you trying to get us mauled by the were-bitch?" Rylie was whispering, but it was quite a loud whisper, and she definetly wanted to kill something right now.
Dean looked to Rylie with an indescribable look on his face. Something like a mix of annoyance and sheer frustration. He shook his head and stared back ahead, his ears alert as ever. What was that? Too big to be a badger or anything like that... a wolf maybe? Did they have wolves around here? Well... werewolves...
"Sam..? Why in the hell are you calling me!" Rylie glared at Dean rolling her eyes but continuing her rant. "How in the hell did you get untied! Dean? Yeah, Dean is right here, why wouldn't he be? Fine. Hold on!" Rylie looked to Dean and held out her phone. "Apparently I am playing secretary, and Mr. Winchester, you have a call from the Were- Mr. Winchester." Rolling her eyes she tossed the phone at him.
Skeptically, Dean put the phone to his ear. "Sammy? What's going on?" How the hell did his brother get loose! Where was what's her name? Emily. Yeah, wasn't she supposed to be guarding the boy, keeping an eye on him? And more importantly, keeping him drugged up enough so that even if he did come to he'd be too out of it to do any damage?
Sam smiled hearing the voice of Rylie come through the phone. " Hey Rylie, look long story short is Dean with you? or in other words is he in once piece". Next thing he knew he heard the sound of Rylie handing Dean the phone. " Look, Dean its a trap you have to get out of there and fast. She knows that your looking for her. Its what she wanted you guys to do" he looked over at Emily for sec. " We sho---" he was cut off to the sound of breaking glass. Making him drop the phone. Next thing he heared was screams coming from a few rooms down where he and Emily were. " She's here " he said looking over at Emily direction for a sec.
Rylie's smile fell as she turned to look at Dean. Raising an eyebrow slightly she stepped closer to him. "What's wrong?" Looking around, Rylie put her hand to her stomach and winced. "Wow. Something defiently isn't right." Rylie looked around just as the screams came from the phone that was up to Dean's ear. Looking up at him again she nodded. "Told you so." Not waiting another moment she grabbed onto his arm tightly and started running out of the woods as fast as she could, dragging Dean along with her.
Dean sprinted through the woods with Rylie. "It was a trap. She lured us out here. She's back at the hotel. Dean practically threw himself into the drivers' seat and slammed the door, waiting for Rylie to catch up. She was only a step behind him but he couldn't exactly leave without her. Well, he could be he wouldn't. As much as he hated to admit this, he needed her to fight this thing off. Even when he was fighting with Dad they always went in teams.
Rylie slid quickly into the car, close behind him, not even having her door closed before she pushed down on his leg causing him to hit the gas pedal. "Go!" Slamming her door shut she winced at the sound, her fingers tapping quickly against her legs as she looked out the window. "Speeding ticket or not, this time you really do have to go fast, dammit." Rylie looked at him suddenly. "What if we don't make it in time?"
"Oh," Dean replied as he quickly shifted into drive, "we'll make it." He hit the gas hard and the car peeled out onto the roadway and Dean was easily going 70 in no time. God, please let Sammy be okay. There were a milion scenarios running through his mind on how this could've happened. How'd Sam get loose in the first place? How'd the were-chick know where they were? Had she followed him?
Rylie had moved her hand, now she was gripping the dashboard so tightly it was causing her knuckles to turn white. Eagerly looking out her window for some sign of the hotel. Raising her hand up suddenly she pointed. "Dean! You're going ot miss it!" She winced and grabbed onto the seat as he turned. "God I am going to love killing this bitch. She's caused me so much more trouble than she is worth." Grabbing her bag she pulled it off and dropped it on the seat next to her taking random items from it and shoving them in her pockets. "You ready?
Dean barely remembered to put the car in park as he jumped out and closed the door with almost a slam. He nodded, "Hell yeah." He just wanted this thing dead as fast as possible. For once, not that he'd admit it out loud, Rylie was right. This thing was a lot more trouble than she was worth.