"Dean! What a surprise, come in…" Suddenly a moan came from the living room.
"Honey, come back to beeeeed."
"Oh shut up old man," she retorted. "Before I kick your skull in."
"Ungrateful brat."
"Still an old maaaan. Sorry," she turned back to the brothers. "That's my father."
"Father as in abusive father?" Dean raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and nodded.
She turned back, "Get off my couch old man and put up my ice cream."
"Do I get to meet him?" came the question from the living room.
She groaned, "Sure."
She motioned for the pair to enter the now empty living room. As she was walking Dean appreciatively noticed she was wearing shorts under the sweater.
"We saw the book," Sam started, but U. M. stopped him, furrowing her brow for a moment.
"You must be Sammy," she finally realized. "Dean talked a lot about you. I thought you were at Stanford!"
"Yeah not so much anymore," Sam rolled his eyes and Dean chuckled.
"Well I'm pleased to meet you Sam, I'm U. M." she shot him an appreciative smile. "Now what is this about a book?"
"The book by us," Dean interjected. "Sammy here thinks I should take action against you." Her brow furrowed again.
"Any action against her will be rebuked by me," came the voice in the kitchen.
"Oh eat your ice cream old man," she called back. Rancorous laughter was her reply. "We made up," was her only explanation to Dean's continued raised eyebrows.
"Anyways, I suppose it all depends on what you want Dean. You are equally represented on the book and half the royalties are in an account I made just for you. The rights are both of ours." Sam blinked a few times at that. He hadn't actually thought of that. After a few moments of silence the sound of footsteps started from the kitchen. Finally a short man entered, clad in jeans and a wife beater, and he sent both the brothers scrambling for guns.
"The TRICKSTER?" Dean exclaimed as U. M. blinked, confused.
"My adoptive father's name is Loki," she tilted her head slightly.
"Hello boys," Loki grinned and gave a little wave. "Now now, no need for guns. The only people in this room they work on are you two."
The brothers turned their stares to the young author who was pouting at Loki.
"Daddy, I wanted to keep it a secret."
"Oh like Dean-o couldn't have figured it out with your tattoos." The woman rubbed her arms self consciously.
"She wrote them off as a college dare gone rouge," Dean growled.
"Tattoos?" Sam asked quietly, but U. M. simply curled into a ball.
"And you believed her," Loki laughed at Dean. "I guess you are stupid." Dean's fist connected with Loki's face and suddenly U. M. had enough.
"SHUT UP I HATE YOU!" she screamed to no one in particular before running up the stairs, crying.
"Emotional brat," Loki muttered as Dean shook out his hand.
"Oh shut up, it's your fault," Dean growled. "If you hadn't started this…"
"I started this? I did?" Loki laughed.
"Yeah, you brought it up. You hurt her."
"Like you don't hate yourself for not seeing it and hate her for what she is." They were circling each other now. Sam meanwhile worked his way up the stairs and found himself soon standing in front of an open bedroom door, the crying woman lying on top of it.
"What are you?" he asked softly.
"A demigod," she replied, wiping away tears. "So I don't eat humans thankfully. I do have an unwelcome addiction to sweets and a slight penchant for being altering reality and terrorizing those who deserve to be terrorized. But mostly my writing helps with that."
"You knew we were hunters."
"From the moment I met your brother I knew."
"And you know we don't trust you now." She snorted at that.
"I wouldn't trust me either."
"Sammy," Dean's voice came from downstairs. "We're leaving."
"It's going to storm bad. You need to stay here…" she muttered.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I've always had this talent of sensing when storms will come and how bad they'll be. I've been getting these vibes all day. It's a tropical storm."
Sam went back downstairs and told his brother, only for a powerful wind and rain to pick up outside from the light rain that had started during the fighting.
"Fine," Dean said. "Only if the Impala goes in the garage." Loki, fond of the car itself if not the driver, agreed and moved let him move the car in.
They were staying the night.