Six
It took me a while to come back to reality after the intense moment in Bobbys living room, I could hear Dylan, Bobby and Sam laughing and joking in the next room. But that wasn't the voice I was straining to hear. Dean hadn't spoken a word since he followed the others into the kitchen, this made me even more nervous. Was he thinking the same things I was or did he think I was some mentally handicapped sympathy case. I had never been good with other hunters, especially men, excluding Bobby and Joshua, they reminded me of Dad and that fact alone made me skittish, which was definitely not a good frame of mind on a hunt. Generally speaking I hunted alone, something which seemed to be frowned upon in the hunter community. Of course I understood the advantages of having a hunting partner, someone to carry the load, watch your back, help you up if you got knocked on your ass, but when you can barely trust yourself, what hope did you have of trusting anyone else? I stood motionless for a few more seconds before I had geared myself up to move. I decided to head to the bathroom first, maybe that way it would look like I had been there, rather than standing rooted to the spot with my mouth agape as if I was trying to catch flies. I tiptoed up the creaky staircase, silently praying that any noise would be drowned out by the raucous conversation. I creeped slowly across the landing to the second door on the left, which thankfully was open, I didn't have to endure the huge squeak from one of the rusty door hinges. I switched on the light, walked over to the toilet and flushed it before turning on the tap and splashing some cold water on my face. I wiped my eyes and stared at myself. Something I did frequently, not because I was vain mind you, but because I was constantly trying to see if my face held any clues to why I was the way I was, why I could see the things I could and maybe it would hold the answer to why Dad despised me so much. Once again all I saw was my pale white skin, small nose, pink lips and dark grey eyes. Good lord I hated my eyes, they were another reason I tended to stay away from hunters, they were so dark that they felt uneasy, I had been doused with holy water more times than I could count and even when that did nothing, they still didn't trust me. It definitely didn't help that Dad had quite the reputation for rubbing people the wrong way, he was stubborn and mean. Everything had to be his way. Considering these were traits shared by most hunters it wouldn't have been an issue if Dad hadn't of had a nasty habit of using normal people as bait for monsters. Dad felt it was his job to exterminate, his word, as many of them as possible and anyone who got in the way or was used to catch them, well he believed collateral damage was unavoidable an necessary. This was not seen in a favourable light by his fellow hunters and this stigma followed me around even after a few other hunters had worked with me and seen I was not like that. I sighed rubbing my eyes again, I really needed to stop going on tangents in my head and engage with the real world more. No wonder no one wanted to work with me. A Murphy with black eyes who spent most of her time talking to herself, not exactly a hunters dream. A knock on the door made me jump a mile.
"You there Rayne?" I heard Dylans voice call out.
I cleared my throat, "yeah babes I'm in here, come in."
Dylan opened the door and stood next to me at the sink.
"What the heck happened there?" she started making me groan.
"Ugh if I knew I would tell you Dyl, I really would." I turned off the tap.
"It's those dreams again, isn't it?" she looked at my reflection questioningly, "you saw Sam and Dean in a dream?" I nodded and opened my mouth to tell her the rest but closed it quickly. As much as she was sympathetic to my premonition laced dreams, the ribbing I would get from her about the kiss would not be worth it.
" I'm sorry, it just caught me off guard. It is pretty difficult meeting new people, let alone meeting new people you have dreamt saved you from someone trying to dismember you. I mean how do you explain that. Hi I'm Rayne, I see things that the rest of the population don't, and not just in a I hunt ghosts and monsters way but in a certifiable, I see angel and demon wings and have visions way." Dylan didn't say anything during my rant but a cheeky smile spread across her face/
"Why not?" she cocked her head, making her look like a parrot with those wings. I rolled my eyes at her before hugging her.
"Thanks angelcakes, you always know what to say to make me feel better."
she pushed me away playfully and shushed me.
"Enough of that angel talk, you'll have them talking. Now are you coming down or are you locking yourself in here like some pre-teen drama queen?"
I made a face and she giggled.
"Alright I'll come down, I think after that little debacle I could use a beer... or ten!"
Dylan roared with laughter, spun on her heels and bounded out of the bathroom and down the stairs, I followed a little less sprightly. She was already in the kitchen when I reached the bottom of the stairs and as I passed through the doorway I could feel three sets of eyes on me.
"Oh there you are Rayne darlin' I was just telling the boys about a possible demon attack in Omaha, said they should take you and Dylan along as demons are your speciality." he smiled at me warmly, the lines around his mouth deepening slight. I smiled back.
"Sure Dad, the boys can drive their car and Rayne and I will follow behind, you got your monkey suit in the car Rayne?" I nodded, I had just had it dry-cleaned so it was good to go.
"Sounds like a plan, right Dean?" Sam smiled at Dylan and Bobby avoiding looking my way. Dean looked up, straight at me and once again I felt that crackle of static in the air between us. I felt a shiver run down my spine involuntarily.
"Sounds like it." he muttered, never taking his eyes off me. 'Oh man this was going to be an interesting hunt,' I thought to myself. Little did I know just how right I was.