A/N: I don't own supernatural or any of the characters from the show. All rights belong to their proper owners. Only character I own is Katarina.
The next time I awoke it was dark outside the clock on the bedside table flashing neon 3:24am. I blinked starring at it for a few moments. I slept for over 4 hours; something I hadn't done in the past 6 years. Living in the cages you were not safe, more than once Crowley's demons often went into the cells looking for some fun. They had tried this with me once after the tests, thinking I would be like the others and too exhausted to fight back...it was then that Crowley took an interest in me. Unlike all the others i bounces right back from the mutations and experiments he tried on me. He claimed that my chromosomes were perfect in allowing mutations. My body wouldn't reject the changes...like most of the others did.
I sighed pulling my legs up to my chest being snapped from my thoughts by a loud snore off to my right. Sam was asleep in the bed beside mine. He was on his back snoring away. Dean was in the bed on the other side of him, his back facing me but his shoulders were tense. Still I could hear his even breathing and steady heartbeat. It was still creepy being able to hear someone's heart beat from across the room. Most of the time I didn't notice how sharp my senses were; Like my own mind was clouding everything trying to reject it then it would break through from time to time.
I breathed in smelling myself for the first time. My own scent causing myself to cringe; I couldn't remember the last time I bathed. Slowly creeping from the bed I padded over to the bathroom and hesitantly pushed the door open. It squeaked slightly but nothing to loud that should rouse a human; oh great now I was thinking I was different. I growled shaking my head at myself as I examined the room. It was a simple bathroom; large bathtub off against the far wall, simple single sink and toilet. There was s small stained glass window off by the tub too small for anyone to slip through to get out... Or in. I paused at the door leaning over peaking through the crack making sure there was no one hiding behind it. I was scared; truth was I was terrified I didn't know how to live in this world. The only way I knew the things I did I couldn't explain. Past memories leaking through?
Slowly I stepped into the room the cold tile against my feet and I walked over to the mirror then froze. The girl starring back at me...I didn't know. I knew it was me but then at the same time I didn't know who she... I was. Wild bright blue eyes looked back at me, Pale complexion without a single flaw and thick black wavy hair. I was reaching out touching the mirror before I knew what I was doing; the girl in the mirror frowning sadly.
"You really don't know who you are, do you?" A voice spoke up from behind me. I spun a snarl ripping from my lips before I slapped my hands over my mouth eyes wide in shock as I starred at Dean who looked unaffected by my odd behavior. I blinked there for a moment, shock and adrenaline pumping through my veins fully waking me up before I gulped and nodded slightly. Dean was leaning up against the doorframe wearing a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, arms crossed against his chest as he examined me.
I cleared my throat. "No, I don't. I don't even know my real name all I know is what Crowley called me." I replied shifting nervously. Dean watched me for a moment before he nodded his head, the movement so small I almost didn't catch it.
"What did he call you?" he questioned, his eyes not once leaving mine. Was he interrogating me?
"Katarina." The name sounded odd to me, I had never said it before or addressed myself by it before now. I had no reason too; but now I didn't know how else I could explain myself or name myself. Dean nodded his head again shifting slightly. "Does that name have any special meaning to Crowley?" He questioned once again not taking his eyes off me.
"Honestly I don't know. I wish I had any answer for that but after his...Experiments." I stopped pausing for a second. I wanted to say torture but then it made it all seem too real. "He avoided me. Only talking to me outside of my cell or sending his pawns in to do his work."
Dean nodded his head going silent for a moment his eyes finally flickering away from me for a moment. "Sounds like Crowley." He replied coolly before leaning backwards. I tensed before I heard the rustle of a bag as he leaned back into the room.
"Sam and I grabbed these for you last night while you were out. You can't walk around wearing that without drawing attention to us and we don't need attention. Understand?"
I blinked looking down at the bag he folding out to me. Was this his way of saying he would give me a chance? Hesitantly and slowly I stepped forward taking the bag from him but watching his body and movements. I knew to him it probably looked like I was scared and timid. Which truth was; I was scared, of him and of myself. "Thank you Dean."
Dean nodded his head still watching me as I dug through the bag. Jeans, T-shirts, some undergarments a jacket and pajamas; Clothing...Not the rag I was currently wearing and had been wearing for the past 6 years. These were not stained by my own blood and bodily fluids. I blinked my eyes burning for a moment before I sucked in a deep breath trying not to break down crying. Why where they being so nice to me?
"You should probably shower. I think there is a pair of pajamas in the bottom of the bag." Dean finished before turning and closing the door behind him leaving me alone in the bathroom once again. I blinked sitting down on the toilet seat, Tears now freely running down my face. Was this what freedom tasted like? I didn't want to go back to Crowley not ever again. I growled my hands fisting the bag as anger overtook the sadness. I wasn't going to complete Crowley's mission and spy on these men for him, if he sent his pawns I would have to kill them.
It took me awhile to learn how to work the shower, probably a lot longer than t would have for a normal person but I was relearning how to do everything again. The hot water burned my skin but I turned it up all the way wanting to burn away the past few years all the grim and blood. I stayed in the water till it ran cold and when I came out there was a towel sitting on the toilet. I blinked I hadn't heard anyone come in? I dried off putting on the clothing. I felt odd, embarrassed...almost normal. I sighed taking a deep breath before opening the door and walking out. Everything was different. Sam was awake again him and Dean were packing up. Castiel the angel? Was standing off to one side watching me again with that intent almost creepy stare of his.
"What's going on?" I questioned looking at the two. Dean was the one who spoke up before Sam. Neither one of them not bothering to look up from their bags they were stuffing clothing into. "We got a lead on a case we were working before we ran into you. We need to head into the next town."
Sam just nodded his head and I blinked confused looking between the three of them. "Case? You mean hunting monsters?"
They all froze, frowning slightly as a tense awkward silence filled the room. Yeah, they were hunting something. A monster like myself. Sam cleared his throat moving away from the bag he was packing an towards me, he smiled and patted me on the shoulder; obviously the more trusting of the three of them. "Don't worry. Castiel is going to be staying with you. We just need to move to a new hotel closer into town while we look into these deaths."
Ah, so the angel was babysitting the monster. How ironic. I nodded my head looking over at Castiel who was watching the boys again. Well this was going to be fun; within an hour they were all packed and standing outside. Castiel had already taking off claiming he had something to look into leaving me alone standing beside the black car that had nearly hit me the night before.
Sam was the first one to walk outside of the office Dean Close behind him. They both looked pleased and smiled as they walked closer to where I was. "Okay Kat hop in." Dean replied walking over to driver's side of the car which I was standing beside. I froze.
"Were leaving in that?" Oh god; the engine was so loud though. It seriously made me feel like my ears were bleeding. Dean look offended for a moment and Looked over at Sam who was watching me with a raised eyebrow.
"That?" Dean questioned looking over at me with a shocked raised eyebrow expression. I shrugged nervous again as I shifted from foot to foot in the new shoes I was now sporting.
"I don't mean like a bad that. It's just...The sound." I mumbled awkwardly fumbling over my words not sure if I was making any sense at all. "It's really loud and hurts my ears."
Sam snapped his fingers his eyes glowing slightly with excitement. "Heightened hearing, she has heightened senses Dean. That explains last night." He replied finally connecting the dots. Last night? Oh when the sounds of the engines had me freaking out. Dean nodded his head looking over at me before he shrugged his shoulders.
"Get in or walk." He said before sliding into the front seat. Sam rolled his eyes before opening his door and sliding in. I choice to ride still I couldn't stop the feeling that we were walking into something bad...really bad.
A/N: Lots more to come. Don't forget to review I like to know what my readers are thinking.