Five

As Dylan turned off the engine I looked out the window at the run down old house I knew so well. Everything looked the same as I remembered from when I was a kid, the place still needed a serious paint job and the porch looked like you would fall through the second you stepped onto it.

But somehow these quirks were comforting; this place was the one constant in my childhood, somewhere to think of when life with Dad became unbearable. I smiled sadly thinking about Dad, even this many years on I was still being disrespectful to the dead, Dad had hated how much I loved this place.

That's what he and Bobby fought about when I was thirteen.

Dad thought Bobby was too nice to me and that would make me soft, he asked him to start being mean to harden me up. When Bobby refused Dad called him a sub par hunter, Bobby responded by offering to take me off Dads hands. Oh lord how I had prayed Dad would agree, I was sure he'd be happy to be rid of me.

But sadly for me Bobby's offer had just enraged Dad even more, he called him every name under the sun before grabbing my arm and dragging me to the car. I cried all the way to the motel and dad had not said a word the entire drive. We got inside the motel room and as I went to drop on my bed he grabbed me again, spun me around and slapped me several times in the face, hard. It knocked the wind out of me and I stood there not daring to breathe, I felt a trickle of blood run down into my right eye.

The silver ring with small dragon wings my mother had given Dad for his birthday had gouged out a piece of flesh above my eyebrow. I stood there frozen, blood still running down my face as Dad shook in rage. He raised his hand again but when I didn't flinch he lowered it, growled and stormed out.

He hadn't come back for almost a week, leaving me with no money or food. That was a pretty rough time for me, I was lucky Dylan popped in with supplies that week or I would have gone hungry.

I rubbed the small scar I still had thinking about it. That was the moment I knew Dad truly hated me. I shook myself off after another trip down memory lane and got out of the car just as Bobby opened the front door.

"Girls!" He beamed, "I thought I heard you, Dylan don't tell me Rayne actually let you drive?" He chuckled warmly, ribbing me about my love for the old mustang like he always did.

"Dad!" Dylan smiled back before remembering she was mad at him, "you called Dylan!" She pouted. I threw my hands up as Bobby gave me an accusatory glance.

"Don't look at me, she figured it out on her own!"

"Darlin' I'm sorry, I was worried and Rayne was nearby, I swear it wasn't because I thought you couldn't do it on your own, it was just for my own piece of mind, you're my only child after all."

Dylan's scowl softened and she ran to give her dad a hug. He motioned for me to join and I happily hugged them both.

"So you girls hungry?" Bobby asked turning to the door.

"Nah Dad, we're cool, we ate on the road," Dylan winked at me, "guess who called me and said they were headed here?"

"Sam and Dean?"

"The very same!" Dylan grinned but Bobby was frowning. I was puzzled at the expression of concern on his face.

"They know not to... Ah... Mention..." Bobby started nervously. Dylan held up a hand.

"Dad, chill, it's fine." She lowered her hand and gave him a meaningful look. His face instantly released its tension and he headed to the kitchen. Dylan went to follow but I grabbed her arm.

"What on earth was that about?" I whispered to her.

"Don't worry, just Dad being an old coot." She muttered shaking my hand away before following her dad. 'Bullshit' I thought to myself, but I'd just gotten here, I didn't want to cause an argument. I followed the pair into the kitchen to hear Bobby putting cold beers into the fridge. I sat down at the dusty old dining table in the middle of the room, clearing a small space by pushing a bunch of old newspaper clippings out of the way.

"So Bobby? Any new cases for me?" I asked peering at the nearest article about a string of murders in Hominy Oklahoma.

"There's always cases, but none so pressing that we can't have one day to relax." He grumbled riffling through the fridge. I laughed as Dylan poked her head in and obviously found what he had been looking for in a matter of seconds.

"Beer Rayne?" She asked, head still stuck in the fridge.

"Nah I'm good." I shook my head. Dylan grabbed herself one and sat down at the table across from me, snatching the article I was reading.

"Jeez babes turn your brain off for five seconds, yeah?"

I shrugged. "Like your dad said, there's always cases." Dylan rolled her eyes dramatically.

From outside I heard the rumble of an engine and then footsteps up the driveway.

"That'll be the boys!" Dylan almost squealed jumping up and grabbing my hand. I let her drag me into the living room, these boys were practically her cousins and up until now I had only heard stories about their escapades together.

I knew that Sam had left hunting to go to college but had been sucked back in after his girlfriend died and Dean was a real player but a great hunter. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was finally meeting these guys who Dylan adored. I hoped they wouldn't react how most hunters do when they see me, which was to throw holy water on me or mutter Christo, on account of my eyes being such a dark shade of grey they looked black.

Being mistaken for a demon was never a fun way to make a first impression. Bobby opened the door for the boys and my heart leapt into my mouth. The first one who walked through the door was Sam. He was exactly how I had seen him in my dream, the only difference was his hair was shorter.

This was just way too weird.

Dean walked through and my heart stopped.

There he was. Exactly how I had seen him.

My lips tingled again, remembering how intense the kiss I dreamt had felt.

"Rayne this is Sam, the younger brother and this is..."

"Dean." I mumbled. The four of them stared at me.

"Um yeah... Boys this is my friend Rayne." She said awkwardly as I continued to stare at Dean. Dean smiled and strode forwards to shake my hand.

"Nice name," he smirked as he reached towards me, I lifted my hand to meet his and as they touched I felt a jolt of electricity. It was obvious he felt it too as he pulled his hand back and stared at me. We stood there for a few seconds just staring at each other before Sam cleared his throat. I flinched but Dean continued to stare intensely at me.

"Have we met somewhere before?" He asked huskily. I shook my head softly not taking my eyes of his face. Dylan laughed loudly and punched Dean in the arm.

"Dude that is the worst pick up line ever!" She punched him playfully again, "come on let's have a beer!" And with that she, Sam and Bobby headed back to the kitchen. Dean hesitated as if he was going to say something, shook his head slightly and turned to join them, leaving me standing in the living room, shell shocked, wondering what the hell had just happened.