Dean and Sam looked a bit confused and banged up by the whole situation. Sammy had found out everything he'd done and was feeling fairly...well, guilty. Dean was trying to get him to stop feeling guilty. It wasn't working. Of course, both of them were distracted when Cara stepped into Bobby's garage.
Cara had cleaned up a bit, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. A bandage was tied around her forehead and a band aid was over her nose. She wore a red leather jacket over a black tank top and black jeans with a pair of combat boots. A knife hung from her belt, which had a pentagram buckle.
"How'd the Dragon Hunt go?" She asked.
"Ah-bwa-huh?" Dean stated, a bit distracted by the huntress who approached them.
"The Dragon Hunt. The older one said you were hunting a Dragon." Cara repeated.
"We beat it, saved the girls." Sam muttered. She raised a brow and looked at him.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I found out I did some horrible things that I can't remember."
"He's leaving out the part where he didn't have his soul at the time." Dean added.
"That's not the point! It was still me!" Sam protested.
"You weren't you!"
"Hang on a minute." Cara looked between them, at Sam, "You didn't have your soul. You weren't yourself. You did some horrible things. What were they exactly?"
"I nearly killed Bobby, among other things!" Sam exclaimed.
"Topped." Cara whacked him. "I did kill my father."
"Excuse me?" Dean stared at her.
"I was under the impression he'd sold me at the time, to a group of people who were known for being sadistic and turning girls into killers."
"Exactly why do we trust you?" Dean exclaimed.
"Think of it this way. While you were gone I managed to make your friend Bobby believe I was at least worth giving a test run on a hunt." Cara replied. "Besides, if I am an enemy, would you prefer me where you can keep an eye on me or off on my own?"
"Well-" Sam started.
"Keeping in mind I know how to kill a man in a hundred different ways with my bare hands."
"Sammy, she leads a decent argument." Dean stated. "And I'd like to know where those bare hands are at all times." He added with a little smirk.
"You should know if you're thinking about sex," Cara stated, "There are ropes and I'm on top."
"Nothing wrong with that." Dean replied, smirking.
"You're the one I tie to the bed."
Dean paused as Cara stated this and Sam couldn't help but snicker.
"Now, I do believe we can sort out whether we have sex or not later. In the mean time, there are things that go bump in the night that need to be killed, yes?" Cara asked, heading for the car.
"Ah-well, I suppose we do." Dean nodded, running after her. "I'm driving and Sammy's Shot Gun!"
"And what does that mean?"
"Damn it, it means you're sitting in the back seat!"
"Why can't I drive?"
"My car!"
"So? What's that mean? I fell on it."
Sam shook his head, heading for the car as they bickered.
"Well this got interesting fast." He stated, hands in his pockets. Cara was an interesting character-but she seemed to be a loose rocket...