The hazy morning light filtered through the thin cotton curtains and illuminated the hotel room. Davis shut her eyes a little tighter and rolled away from the brightness, cocooning herself in the large white duvet. She wasn't ready to start the day after staying up all night doing research and bingeing several episodes of the latest 90 day Fiance season. Even though she was a hunter, Davis enjoyed the normal things in life like reality TV.
Davis' alarm clock began beeping loudly on the nightstand and she groaned loudly. Her hand fumbled for the annoying device until she found the large button to quiet the room. Davis sat up with her brown curls in a messy heap on the top of her head and makeup smudged across her face. She sighed looking at the mirror across the room knowing that she needed to hurry up and get the day started.
After contemplating falling back to sleep, Davis groaned and made her way to the bathroom. Stripping her clothes along the way she started a hot shower and grabbed towels. The shower is hot almost scolding her skin but she loves it. Davis used to save money and stay in old motels that had crappy water heaters. After years of enduring terrible beds and almost condemned rooms, Davis decided she would start splurging on hotel rooms and actually enjoy herself.
Davis finishes her relaxing shower and reluctntly gets out. She takes her time with her hair making sure her curls are in order and blow dried. She puts on mascara and lip gloss but refrains from foundation. Her skin didn't look too bad she thought, the small bruise on her jaw was only dime sized now and the few scrapes on her temple couldn't be covered. Now all she had left to do was get dressed and that was the fun part.
Davis was a hunter but she was also a woman that loved to be feminine. She always thought that femininity was a beautiful thing and that it stemmed from a single memory of her mother. Davis thought about that memory often. Her mother had her blonde hair pinned up without a strand out of place, her face perfectly painted and her lips stained a beautiful red. Davis could see her mother laughing holding a wine glass in a gloved hand that matched her elegant sundress. Davis doesn't know where the memory came from or who her mother even was. All she remembers is that one scene that played in her head often.
Davis looks through the hotel closet where all of her wardrobe is hanging and thumbs through all of her sundresses. As odd as it may be that was her favorite outfit even when hunting. She had found a good recipe to remove blood and other substances from her clothes so she never worried about getting them messy. They were all in great condition even the few she had to sew to fix the holes cut through them. Davis decided on a deep navy blue dress and a pair of black Mary Janes with 2 inch heels. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the look. She bends over to slide a gun holster up her leg, then slips a small pistol in it. Davis puts a small pocket knife in her dress pocket and grabs her purse that has the rest of her artillery.
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 elderly people were sitting and enjoying their breakfast. A small sign says to take a seat and a waitress would come shortly, so Davis takes a seat in the corner with her back to the wall.
Keep your back to a wall so you can see everything and react faster, Davis thought to herself and pulls out her cellphone and a newspaper clipping from her bag.
MYSTERIOUS DEATH RULED ANIMAL ATTACK
It's never just an animal attack. Davis learned quickly that animal attacks were very rare and that monster attacks were very common. Most people can't handle that information though.
"Can I get you some coffee honey?" A sweet old lady wearing a bright blue apron asked. Her name badge said Pearl and her hair mimicked the same luminous glow as a pearl does.
"Yes ma'am. Black and a plate of pancakes please."
"Comin' right up." Pearl walks away and Davis starts researching on her phone.
Halfway through her plate of food Davis realizes 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. Davis decides to stick around though just in case.
"Dude stop ordering healthy food. Why can't you eat like an American?" The voice came from a man seated in the booth to Davis' left. He had beautiful chiseled features and a rugged look.
"One day you'll regret eating all that bacon Dean. It will clog your arteries." The man across from him chuckled and shook his head. Davis watched as his shoulder length brown locks swayed and she was shocked by how much bigger he was considering the other man was large as well. He turned his attention back to his laptop and furrowed his brows.
Davis sat there a few minutes studying the men and listening to their banter. Finally a thought popped into her head.
Faded jeans, flannel, plaid, leather. They are hunters too.
Hunters didn't travel together too often unless they needed help on a bigger case. This wasn't a big case though.
The Winchesters! Davis almost said the thought outloud.
Of course they were the brothers that she had heard about. So many stories passed through hunters and most were about them. The brothers that always found a way to fight Death. Davis couldn't look away as she thought of all the stories and finally put the face to them. Suddenly her eyes met the infamous green of Dean Winchester's. A cold chill ran down her spine and she quickly looked away feeling off suddenly.
Davis didn't like someone possibly having the upper hand so she decided to get up and introduce herself. Her heals tapped on the sticky linoleum as she made her way to them. The boys had tried to discreetly talk about her feeling odd themselves around her but they quickly stopped talking as she approached.
"Winchesters right?" The brothers had their muscles tense and Dean had his hand already gripping an Angel blade hidden in his jacket. Her voice was light and seemed to soothe their nerves slightly.
Dean looked at Sam before answering, "Yeah and you are?"
"Davis."
Dean throws her a sarcastic look and takes his hand off his weapon. "Davis? That a first name or last name?"
"It's just Davis."
"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 dress.
"No dumbass. I'm a hunter."
"Wait. You're The Huntress!" Sam hits Dean on the arm. "Remember the huntress? She wears dresses and is a badass against vampires!"
Davis screams in delight in her head but controls her external emotions. She had been trying so hard to get her vigilante name to stick around the hunter community and now the infamous Winchesters know her.
"Oh yeah Garth had mentioned you." Dean says shrugging. Davis didn't care for the way Dean seemed unimpressed but she was thankful to her good friend Garth for helping her out.
"I'm guessing we are all here for the same case." Davis says to Sam.
"It's a hellhound." Sam and Davis say at the same time to each other. They laugh and Dean rolls his eyes.
Close up Davis can see fine scars covering Dean's face. Sam on the other hand had less scars but more worry lines. Davis was lucky to have scars mostly on her arms and back. She always covered her face in a fight and she was very thankful for that tip she was given by another female hunter years ago.
"Well I'll get out of your hair boys. It was nice meeting the Winchesters." Davis throws a card on the table. "Call if you need anything."
"Wait," Davis turns back around to see Dean with a mischievous look on his face. "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." Davis twirls and struts back to her table trying not to hyperventilate. This was way out of her comfort zone. She throws some cash on the table and packs her overly stuffed purse.
"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." Dean calls over to Davis.
Davis turns and nods 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 turning to finally leave Davis notices someone sliding into the booth next to Dean. The guys aren't fazed by his sudden appearance. Dark hair, bright blue eyes and a trench coat. He doesn't look like a hunter to Davis but she can feel a strange aura radiating from him. Something she has only felt a few times and they weren't good encounters.
"Angel." She growls when realizing what the familiar feeling was. She threw her hand in her purse to dig for the blade she needed. The youngest brother grabs her before she can kill the monster and pulls her into the booth. Davis is panicking and thinking of a thousand ways to get out of the weird situation she found herself in. Every encounter she had with an Angel always ended with a fight and a few deaths.
"He's with us." Sam calmly says.
"Cas this is Davis. Davis this is Cas. He's an angel." Dean introduces them with a large portion of food in his mouth.
"Castiel. It's a pleasure to meet you Davis." The angel extends his hand but Davis looks to Sam.
"You're friends with an angel?"
Sam shrugs. "It's a long story. He's good though. Trust me."
Davis' breathing stops for a moment. Trust. Such a hard word for her to hear or even believe. How could she trust someone? So much had happened to her that trust wasn't in her vocabulary. She looked between the brothers and then to the Angel. He seemed more human the the others she had met so she made a quick decision to let him live for a little longer.
"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.
"Why? Are they coming after us?" Sam closes his laptop and starts packing everything up.
"Yes. All of you." Castiel made it clear to make eye contact with Davis.
Me? What the fuck?! Davis thought and started thinking about the bus route she used to get there. She can't remember if there was a bus scheduled to leave in the next hour. She could only remember a late afternoon bus to Miami.
"Why me?" Davis frantically asked.
"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."
"What the fuck Cas! Why didn't you tell us about this prophecy?" Dean says clearly irritated while Sam packs up his laptop.
"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 they 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." Davis says waving a hand and twirling around.
"Davis you can't." Cas grabs her hand and she snatches it back as if he had burned her skin. "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 he throws his hands up.
"Fine. Let's go." Dean says reluctantly and then looks to Davis, "Are you coming with us Princess?"
Davis was deciding on which insult to throw at him for the princess jab but she was pulled out of thought by a blade on her throat. A demon had snuck up behind her dressed in an inconspicuous meat suit that is Pearl the waitress. The brothers and Angel pull out Angel blades and the demon smirks ready for the fight. The demon throws Davis across the room and lunges at Sam first. It only took a moment for Sam to kill the demon without any help while Dean ran across the diner to Davis.
Her head was bleeding and she was knocked out. Dean held his breath while he checked for a pulse and let out a relieved sigh when he found one. He gently brushed her hair from her face to look where the blood was coming from and found a small cut that could easliy be bandaged. Dean looked up to Cas but he was busy killing the rest of the demons in the diner. Dean was angry. How did they walk into a diner of demons without realizing it?
Davis opens her eyes slightly and can hear sounds of fighting but all she can think of is the green eyes looking at her. Dean holding her head in his hands as gently as possible. Her heart flutters for a moment and she tries to sit up to get more comfortable.
"Don't move." Dean's gruff voice does what he intended and Davis relaxes back wincing slightly. "Cas is going to heal you. I dont know if you have some sort of brain injury."
"I don't need help from an Angel." Davis seethes.
"I know youve probably had bad run ins but Cas is good. Trust me."
There was that phrase again. Davis just blinked at him. How could a hunter trust? Was it easier for him because he has his brother? They have someone to always watch their back so they can trust easier. Davis had no one. How could she trust when she had no one to help her?
She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on her breathing.
When Davis opened her eyes again the diner was quiet and she was nestled against Dean Winchester. Sam covered in blood was watching as Cas was crouched over her touching her forehead. She jerked from his hand and he sighed backing away.
"She's healed. Nothing major." Cas says flatly.
Davis stands up quickly and steps away from everyone. She notices the dozen or so bodies laying in the floor around them. She's a little upset she missed the fight.
"Thanks." Davis says to Cas and he nods. This was hard but he does seem like a good Angel.
"Let's get out of here before more come." Sam says and they all leave.
"I've got to grab my things. I will be right back." Davis says as she runs across the street to the hotel.
She packs all of her stuff as fast as she can in her two suitcases. Davis is upset at how little time she has since most of her dresses would now be wrinkled without the neat and delicate folding she usually does. She sighs and leaves seeing the brothers leaned against a black muscle car talking.
"Where's the Angel?"
"He went to get more information on the prophecy to see if we can get out of it." Sam says throwing Davis' suitcases in the car.
"We need to leave guys. We have a 12 hour drive." Dean barks clearly upset at something and gets into the driver seat. Sam opens the back door for Davis and she sits behind Sam's seat.
"Where exactly are we going?" Davis asks as Dean backs out.
"The bunker."
"And that is...?"
Dean sighs heavily and ignores her.
"It's an underground safe place. It's our... home." Sam answers giving Dean an annoyed look.
"How do you have... Hunters don't usually have a home."
A safe place Davis. Stick with them and feel safe. Remember how that felt with…? Davis couldn't even think of his name. The thought of him made her sick. He ruined everything for her. She wouldn't think of him. Not anymore.
"We found it. It's really nice. Plenty of room."
They ride in silence for a few minutes listening to the engine rumble before Davis leans between the brothers to turn on the radio. Dean cringes at the music choice but Harry Styles is exactly what she needs right now.
"It's a shame that demon threw you across the room." Dean yells over the blaring music.
"Oh yeah?"
"I wanted to see you fight in that pretty little dress of yours."
Davis laughs and think to herself, Oh just wait Dean Winchester. I'll show you what I can do in a 'pretty little dress'.
