I walked out of my room and down the hall, through the living room, again, and into the kitchen. I was immersed in my own thoughts and I didn't even register who was at the door. Billy had said that it would be two guys, but still. I opened the door. The one on the left said, "Uh, hi. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." He gestured to his older brother. Sam held out his hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a second and then I extended mine without thinking, therefore, I didn't realize that I still had the black marks on my wrists.

Sam's handshake was friendly but I never shake hands. I'm female, most men don't offer their hands like that to us. I felt a little awkward but I studied him. Taller than me, ear length, wavy, dark, chestnut, brown hair. Chocolate brown eyes. He didn't show the barest hint of flirting so he either had a girlfriend or he was missing one. I didn't believe in a guy who just wasn't interested because they only had one thing on their minds. An uninterested guy just didn't happen. Unless…. Well unless they had been really, really, hurt in the past.

I respected him for treating, me like another person immediately. He did offer his hand. Then I turned to the other brother. He held out his hand to me and I took it but to my surprise he raised it to his mouth and kissed it. All the while he never broke eye contact with me. I felt like he was looking straight through me. I froze up and my breath caught. I felt the demon pushing to get in. I let out my breath and it went away. I smiled up at he second brother. He had short, dirty blonde highlights in his light brown hair with a little gel in it. His eyes where smoldering. Like there was a low fire behind them ready to ignite with the passion or anger I couldn't tell. He was taller than me by several inches. He gave me a smile that started at one corner of his mouth to spread across slowly. He was definitely flirting. I smiled back. Never breaking eye contact I said, "I'm Danny." I said it so that it would not seem that I had just said it to Dean but to Sam as well.

"You can come in if you like. My dad will be down in just a minute. I moved so that they could come in. I walked around the island to there the kitchen met the carpet of the living room and I turned around to be polite.

"Rock." Said Dean.

"Pardon?"

"Your shirt. It says 'What kind of music do you like?' I like rock."

"Me too." I said pointing to myself which was a huge mistake. Stupid, stupid Danny. The demon was restlessly pushing at my shin a second time. Whispering its need for freedom. Freedom that would end in my possession and harm to those I loved.

"That symbol, on your wrist, what does it mean?" Sam asked a little too eagerly.

I froze up, these two were quick, probably pros… If they marked me for one of the bad guys then I'd never get their help and I needed it desperately. I could feel the demon knock at my skin again. It was getting stronger. I couldn't handle it if it got much stronger than this. Shit. I watched them exchange a look. Like they knew...

"Are out just curious or are you into that kind of stuff?" I asked hoping that they would be just curious but I knew that they weren't just curious.

"I know a lot about it actually but that symbol is something that I haven't scene before." Answered Dean, but he way playing it cool. Hiding behind a facade of calm and practice. Would this be dangerous? Yes.

"You won't find it in any book. Even anything that you find that is similar you won't find it under its right meaning." If I got them curious enough then maybe they would stick around.

"Why not?" he inquired and they both were very, very curious now.

"Because I am the only living person who knows the meaning of it." I smiled.

Let them chew on that for a little while. I smirked inwardly. Chances where that they really didn't know much but I wasn't going to underestimate them now. I would treat them as if they were professionals.

"Is it a supernatural thing or what?"

"It has to do with demons unfortunately." I shut my mouth abruptly. The demon was distracting me. Great, so much for being one of the good guys.

"Really?" they exchanged a knowing look. They had already tagged me. Oh well.

"Yes. I'm not going to bore you with my big secret." Yeah, that's it. Play with their heads a little. Egg 'em on. I could do this. I think…

Just then my dad came down the stairs and walked into the living room with working boots in his hands. He sat them down and the three men exchanged greetings.

"Danny why don't you take them out to the shop and I'll be there in a second. I just got a really important business call I have to take."

My father was expecting a possible promotion soon and I knew that he was on the edge.

"Si, papa." I turned to the guys, "Come on, I'll take you to the shop."

I led the way out the door. I crossed the driveway and we went into my dad's shop and garage. I felt a little chilly. The sun would be down in a few hours and I had already checked the calendar.

My body sensed the full moon coming just three days away. My sense of the full moon heightened since I was connected to the damn demon still.

I hit the lights and they flickered on to reveal his impressive work space. I walked over and leaned up against the wall to study the two men. I willed myself still to seem as invisible as possible. They walked in and stopped to take it all in. I watched them look with trained eyes for anything unnatural knowing that I had raised their flags.

I focused my eyes on the ceiling above the door across from me as my thoughts processed. I wasn't paying attention as Dean walked up to me. He was standing right in front of me.

"So this is your dad's workspace?"

"Ya."

"What does he do for a living?"

"Nothing that would really use any of this stuff. My parents built our house so I guess he just has what he needs. I can find anything I need out here if I know where to look."

I knew the boys would regard that comment with more little flags going up inside their heads but I let it go anyway. It was going to put them on the edge. I liked to mess with people. It's hardwired into me.

"This is pretty impressive." Sam said. Just then I heard the dogs barking and I stepped to the door to see that my mother's car was pulling in and the dogs were circling it anxious and excited. She was home a day early. I wondered what was wrong. I made my way across the large driveway to greet her and my younger sister. My mum was surprised at the guests but immediately welcomed them the way she did everyone after they had been introduce. Normally my parents would act a little bit more like parents to me but I was 18 now and they had a lot of other things on their minds since Billy's party was just a few days away and what not.

"Why don't you show them the house, Danny? While I unload the car."

"Si, mum." I said.

My father was in the office talking on the phone. I showed them everything on the first floor except the hall where my bedroom sat.

"Here is my sister's room and our bathroom," I said hoping to come off not nervous. All my acting classes better pay off. "And this is my room." I gestured to the door at the end of the hall and started to move on to the upstairs but Dean had stopped at my door and as I turned around to find Sam on the stairs behind me, Dean was at the bottom of them, a small device in his hands. When he noticed that I was looking he smiled trying to cover it up.

"Find anything?" I asked know exactly what he was looking for. When the demon had come to me I had researched the supernatural like crazy and I continued to do so. I was a pro at it now.

"Nope." He said holding my gaze sternly and again I felt the demon push at me because I felt like he was looking straight through me. The little device now in his pocket whirred. He took it out and gave his brother a look.

"If you are demonstrating to me that you can control this thing, I think we should talk." Said Dean unyieldingly.

"Maybe we should."

I said. Then I heard my father say something to my mum, "I think that for now though you should get what you originally came for." I led them back into my kitchen and my dad took them from there out to the shop and I followed. It was then that I noticed the Chevy Impala in my driveway right next to a long bed, black, pretty new, Doge truck. These must have been the guys' cars.

I looked ahead and I saw that my dad was in a conversation with Sam and Dean was listening but he turned his head to look at me, obviously not liking the fact that I was behind him where he couldn't keep a steady eye on me.

But, I was already diverting my course to the car instead of the shop. I wasn't paying any attention to Dean as he followed me.

I circled the car taking the new paint job and the shiny silver. Someone took real good care of it. It shone in the light of the falling day. It was a beautiful car. Everything about it screamed flawless and fast. My two favorite F's.

I squatted in front of the care looking at the front of it for a second before Dean spoke up, "You like it?" he said in a proud voice, causing it not to be so much of a question.

"Ya, Sam's car is great." I said figuring that it was probably Dean's. I had just killed his ego. Men. You gotta love them.

I turned my head to look at him and he had a disappointed expression on. I smiled widely at him and stood.

"It's yours. I know that. I was just messing with you. This does not look like a car for Sam."

"You had me worried for a second there."

"Pop the hood, I want to look inside." I stated. This only made him smile, because I could tell that he thought that I didn't know a thing about cars. I don't really know that much but I would let him try to impress me with the knowledge of his priceless car.

He did. I admired, silently, its contents. He did love his car. He opened his mouth and I beat him to it.

"How fast does it go?"

He smiled again giving me a nice high number. I have a thing for fast cars. It's so cliché but true. I grew up around them. I owned a black Pontiac GTO. And my dad had a black Mercedes Benz.

My mother hated my car but as long as I kept giving her a check each month to pay for it then she kept quiet. My dad knew that I knew how to drive well. I'd taken all the right classes, including the one that they give to paramedics and ambulance drivers.

Then I asked him the hurtful question, "How fast have you actually gone in it?"

To my surprise though he confidently said, "All the way."

"Most people with that kind of capability under the hood don't ever take it to edge. What's the point of having a fast car if you don't have any fun?" I said, a little flirtatiously. My turn.

"You want to see my car?" I knew that he would take that as an invitation of another kind and he agreed but not without giving me a knowing look.

"One sec." I said before I sauntered off to the garage next to the one that he had parked in front of. We had two two-car garages on the east side of the building one one-car garage on the north side. I opened the other door manually to the first garage. I got in and started it up. I gave it a second as I revved the engine and slowly backed it out of the garage. I looked to my left to see the priceless look on Dean's face, he was standing in front of his car and damn if he didn't look fine.

I turned the car around and parked it in the center of the drive way. My parents had built our house to entertain people. In other words I have a huge driveway.

I killed my purring engine and slid out of my car, a huge smile on my lips.

I laughed, "You didn't expect that did you?"

My dad was standing in the door of his shop giving me that look. The look that said I was growing up too fast and I could hang with the guys too easy. The one that said he was proud of me for showing Dean up but annoyed that I had done it. While I registered it off of my dad's face Sam walked over to Dean, slapped his hand on his shoulder while laughing. When he could speak he said, "Dude, you just got showed up by a girl."

"Hey," I said, "I paid for my car just the same as Dean probably did. Don't underestimate me just cause I'm a female." Paid for it in blood money, Danny. Never forget that. The demon channeled that thought to me and it laced my body steely with worry.

At this Dean said, "Don't worry I won't. Sam, I guess you are the only one here that got the car given to you completely."

"Dad gave you your car too, Dean"

"Ya, but I put money and work into mine all the time. Yours is practically right off of the lot."

Sam didn't respond.

"Danny." My dad said but my name said it all. "No racing, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Dad." I replied disgruntled.

Sam went back inside with my dad and Dean approached me and my car, taking it all in.

"You race?" he said looking up at me from his scan of the car.

"Hell ya! Like I said, what's the point of having a fast car if you don't have a little fun in it once in a while? You're just a little intimidated because I have a fast car too." I smirked and crossed my arms. Beat that Dean. To my surprise he did, by calling me a name.

"I'm impressed. So Demon Girl has a car, and probably knows how to drive it too. It makes me wonder what else you can do."

I ignored the 'Demon Girl' comment as best s possible because it hurt. He wasn't going to get anything out of me. So I moved to the other part of what he said to respond.

I leaned in and hit the button to pop the hood, and then I slid up to him and leaned on my car.

"I can do a lot of things." I said confidently as I gestured with a nod to the exposed engine, smirking the entire time. I swear, some days I have an ego like a guy. We talked about our cars for a few more minutes and then proceeded to join Sam and my father where I left them with him when they started to talk about Sam's new truck and how my dad is looking into buying a new one, what were they like and what not. Men and cars. Sheesh.

I thought about that and called myself hypocrite inside my head as I entered the house and into my room to get rid of my damn demon connection.