Chapter 2- Wanted Dead Or Alive
I Shrieked and tried to push Mickey away when Dean burst into the room, knife in hand, it wasn't a normal knife however it was shaped in a different way, ancient looking. i didn't have time to really study it as Dean pushed me to one side and shoved it violently into Mickey's chest he stopped and looked like he was being electrocuted them he slumped into a heap on the floor. I was stunned as i sat down on the edge of my bed in the underwear i had pulled on after my bath, Shit! i was in my underwear in front of a complete but hot stranger! This day could not get any worse at all! i vaguely reminded myself to stop saying that mentally. Making note of my sudden realization, Dean handed me his jacket and i gratefully shrugged it on, to distracted to remember i was surrounded by my own clothes. I just sat there not speaking or moving until Sam came in seconds later observing the situation, He nodded at Dean and he followed his brother out of the room while i shock myself and pulled on the nearest pair of jeans, not really wanting to take Deans jacket off just yet i pulled it closer to my body and followed the boys out into my own front room where they both sat awkwardly waiting for me to speak, so i did.
"Ok, question time, what the hell just happened to my boss? And how'd you get in here? Whats with that knife? Oh, i didn't do any housework and i have guests and i.. i.." I began to sway on the spot when Sam stood up and grabbed me and gently put me down on the sofa next to Dean where i rocked backwards and forwards until he put his arm around me, i thought it was an odd gesture but it felt oddly familiar and homely, he did smell good almost woody and a hint of musk. mixed up with whiskey and well, home. I was calming down when Sam looked over to me from his spot against the wall with sad, knowing eyes and i took a deep breath.
"Hit me with your best shot boys, whats the deal here?" I sat and listened breathing deeply and calming down completely, Dean never moved his hand from my waist.
"So let me get this right, you guys hunt monsters? I mean like the stuff from fairy tales and like, legends? So Cinderella was a vampire?" I had sat quietly listening to every word they spoke, nodding and agreeing in all the right places.
"Basically, yes." Dean said, shifting besides me, he got up and wandered over to the fridge.
"You don't mind?" He asked me, helping himself to another beer, i waved my hand towards him in response.
"Sweet! This chick has pie!" Grinning to himself, Dean took the apple pie out of the fridge as well and sitting back down next to me again, i was staring at him and went to open my mouth to protest but i caught Sam's eye and decided against it.
"So yeah Demons and crap, the usual, maybe even through an Angel or two in there." Dean said, through mouthfuls of pie.
"What? Angels? Them cute little winged cherub things?" I asked, glancing over at Sam. Dean snorted next to me,
"Not that kind sweetheart, try deadly messengers of God."
Almost right on cue, i heard a rustle of wings and yet another man in a trench coat appeared in my apartment out of nowhere, well shit, i thought to myself this is going to be a long night.
"Sam, Dean, we need to leave... who is this?" Random trench coat man stood next to Sam almost glowering at me.
"I'm Candy, i work, well worked at Trudi's about 4 blocks away and you sir have appeared in my apartment! my voice was shrill as i stood up, i was angry and tired and fed up of strange men in fancy coats appearing in my home late at night. I swayed again and Dean pulled me back down.
"This is Castiel, Cas for short and he's one of those manic angels i was just about to explain to you." Dean said casually, picking up the rest of the pie on the table, looking non-plussed he turned to Castiel,
"So why do we need to leave? This couch is pretty comfy and the pie is great, plus we haven't finished telling Candy here about all the cool stuff we do, I'm pretty set."
"Demons, Dean." Castiel was dead pan and serious, "A lot heading this way, i have managed to stop them momentarily but there are far to many to kill, even with humans still inside them." He turned to Sam, "Lets get moving." And all of a sudden he was gone in a flutter, i glanced at Dean who sighed, finished off the piece of pie he was eating and looked meaningfully at me.
"Pack a bag, you're coming with us. Something about you is drawing them here, we need a motel and a plan, knowing Cas he already has his feathery ass outside waiting for us."
For some strange compelling reason, i don't know what it was that was drawing Dean to me, i went to pack a bag. And with my reckless attitude i thought why the hell not?