Chapter 5

As silently as they could, the boys crept into the diner. With a gun in hand, they split up, one in the kitchen, the other in the dinning room. As far as Sam could tell, from the looks of the dinning room, there was no sign of the spirit, or this girl. Dean, who was in the kitchen, started getting this feeling. The feeling that he was being watched. Thinking it was the spirit; he pulled out the EMF detector. He flicked the switch and walked around the room carefully, making sure to get every nook and cranny scanned for paranormal activity. So far, though, nothing. Not even a reading of 1. Suddenly something hard made contact with Dean's cheek. It sent him flying to the ground and the EMF detector to the refrigerator.

"What the f…"

It caught Dean so off guard that, from shock; his eye above the cheek that was hit became blurry. This made it hard to see the figure standing in front of him. Dean blinked rapidly, trying to get his vision back. Before he could, the figure grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and flung him up against the wall.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The figure spoke in a low whisper of a voice, making it hard to tell if it was male or female. Dean knew that this was part of their plan to find out who he was. He didn't give in.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

Still holding Dean's collar the figure pushed him harder against the wall. It was with so much force, that Dean assumed it had to be a guy. Leaning closer to Dean, the figure said,

"You know, that's cute… but I have a gun… filled with silver bullets. I could kill you now and not a soul would know. Or you could answer me."

Dean blinked again and suddenly everything became clear. It was a girl, about 20 years old. She had long dark hair, hazel eyes that sparkled in the dim light, and full red lips. Dean was surprised that he didn't notice her beauty before. He was surprised that he didn't notice it was a girl! He looked down a bit, trying to see what she was wearing. Like Anna's description of Frank's cousin, she wore all black. A thin black tank top, jeans that were torn on the knees, from what he could see, and a long leather jacket that reached almost to her knees. But the one thing that stood out for him were her hands. She wore black leather gloves that, like her jacket, were slashed, torn, and overall wore, just like Anna had said.

"You're a hunter, aren't you?"

The girl was surprised by the question that her opponent had asked her.

"You're a ghost hunter. You kill spirits, demons, apparitions… all that sort of stuff."

She stood there motionless, listening to Dean's hypnotizing voice. She still held onto his collar, but with not much strength. Dean could've easily escaped her grip, but he wanted to know more about her. He just wanted to stare at her for hours on end.

"How did you know?"

Dean looked at her with big green eyes that made her heart beat faster.

"Because I'm one too."

There was silence for a few moments. Then she let go of Dean.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."

He couldn't believe that he was telling a stranger his real name. He hadn't done that in so long. He'd always used a fake last name or a real name altogether. He was actually being honest with a girl before he knew if she liked him. Last time he told a girl the truth he got his heart broken. In his mind Dean kept asking himself what the hell he was doing. But he changed his mind when she said in her normal, sweet tone,

"I'm Skye. Skye Hunter."

She was telling the truth to Anna. Sam was right. Dean couldn't believe it. Either she was as stupid as him for revealing their identities, or they trusted one another. Dean suddenly got this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't explain. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, but he knew what it was. From movies and other people's experiences, he knew what it was. It was the feeling you get when you're nervous to do something for the first time. The feeling you get when you have your first crush and whenever they walk by you want to hide from the world forever. It was butterflies.

Dean was silent. He didn't know why he hadn't made some wise crack about her last name being Hunter and her being a hunter. He didn't know why all he could do was stare into her eyes. At this point, he didn't know anything. He was close to forgetting his own name and why he was in a diner. Or that he was in a diner. 'Skye'. That's all that went through his head. 'Skye'. What a name. Just the way it rang in his head over and over made him want to smile. He didn't even notice that she was doing the same as him. Saying nothing, doing nothing, barely even blinking. It was as if they were hypnotized by each other's gaze. All was instantly broken, though, when the EMF detector started beeping and its lights flashing. It was a 10, the highest reading possible. They both looked at it, then back at each other.

"Oh my God, it's back. The poltergeist."