"She was hot," Dean commented as the boys sped off towards the opposite end of town.
"God, Dean, why do you feel the need to have sex with any female that moves?"
"Come on, man, like you weren't thinking the same thing."
"No, actually I was too busy trying to figure out why she's got a damn angel blade. Seriously, Dean, she could be a threat."
"Threat my ass, she's a girl!"
Sam gave his brother a very disapproving look. "Yes, Dean. A girl. A girl who carries an angel blade and has the confidence to interrogate a demon before killing it."
"Chill, Sammy. I killed it."
The larger brother rolled his eyes. "She marked the diner as her 'territory,' Dean. Humans don't have 'territory.' Whatever she is, she's not human."
"So what, are you proposing we kill her?"
"I'm not so sure she's a bad guy either," Sam responded with a note of uncertainty.
"The hell do you mean? You just said she's a threat."
"No, I said she could be a threat. We shouldn't jump to conclusions. We need to learn more about her."
"Oh, yeah, Sammy? And how do you suppose we do that?"
"Well, we can start by meeting her at the library, like she said. Plus we can do a little research on this demon horde while we're at it."
"Fine," Dean growled through clenched teeth. "Why can't I ever just get my damn pie?"
The blonde collapsed in the center of the devil's trap, heaving for breath.
"Oh, good. That bitch didn't kill you on her way out," Amrita mused. She slipped the angel blade into her boot, and the knife into the holster inside her leather jacket.
"No, but I wish she would have," the young woman responded. Even without the demon, her voice still held a heavy Russian accent.
"Yeah, I feel ya. Demons have a habit of leaving their possessed with some seriously fucked up memories. But, look. We gotta get out of here. You alright with motorcycles?" The daughter of Kali was busy working while she spoke, taking her apron off and then hooking it over the head of one of the demons whose meat suit was similar to her own bone structure.
"What are you doing?" the Russian asked.
Amrita sighed. "Making it look like I'm dead so they won't come looking for me. If nothing else, it will put them off my trail for a couple days while they clean up this mess. Come on. We only have a little bit of time before the guy down the street gets home from work and calls the cops."
"Boy, you sure have this place canvassed out." The blonde took Amrita's offered hand to help her up.
"Yeah, kinda a habit. I've been on the run for five years. You learn real fast who does what, when, and where so that when the assholes you're running from catch up to you, you know how to get away with at least 12 hours head start. I'm Amrita, daughter of the Hindu goddess, Kali."
"You mean the really scary one with the fire and the lion and the blood?"
"Yes," Amrita responded with a sigh. "I figure, you deserve to know after what you've been through."
"Thanks. I'm Liliya."
Amrita smiled. "Well, Liliya, where do you live?"
"Russia. The demon...she came into me in Moscow on my way out of a photoshoot, and then carted me all through Europe. I got on a plane in London and ended up in New York. There are a lot of blank spaces, like she would block me out of some things. Especially if she was talking to someone, or if she did not want me to know where we were. But she always made sure I was awake for the killing…"
"You're sure the demon was female?"
"Of course. They called her 'Ana,' and why else would she take the body of a Russian porn star?"
"Oh, so I was right about that? Do you like working in porn?" Amrita felt uncomfortable asking, but at the same time, she was curious.
"Actually, yes. At least most of the time. The agency takes good care of me, and always makes sure I'm comfortable with the partner or partners I will be with, and the acts I'll be performing. I probably found the only porn agency in Russia that actually takes care of its girls."
"You won't get in trouble for running off, will you?"
Liliya shook her head. "Not too bad. I had talked to them a few times about taking some time off, you know, to see the world. Though this isn't exactly how I had imagined it."
Amrita laughed. "Well, you can stay with me if you like, so long as traveling doesn't bother you. And if you need to get back in contact with your agency, you're welcome to use my computer. Anyway, here's your helmet."
Liliya smiled as she strapped it on, then straddled the motorcycle. "Where are we going?"
"To the library. I'm meeting up with some hunters, there."
"Hunters?" Liliya asked. "You sure that's a good idea? I mean, in my experience, they tend to shoot first, ask questions later. You are not completely human and until a few minutes ago, neither was I."
"It's fine. They're expecting me," Amrita insisted, climbing onto the bike in front of Liliya. She revved the engine then slowly pulled out of the parking lot, stopping on the edge of the road for a brief moment.
"I thought we were going," Liliya yelled over the roar of the engine.
"Yeah, just a second. Gotta take care of something first." Amrita took a matchbook out of her jacket pocket and lit one match, then closed her eyes for a long moment. She cast the match away from herself, watching it morph into a ball of fire and rocket to the center of the devil's trap surrounding the diner. Then she sped off on the bike.
"So exactly which hunters are we meeting?" Liliya asked as they ascended the steps of the library.
"Winchesters," Amrita responded without thinking.
Liliya stopped in her tracks. "Winchesters. Are you sure?"
The demigod smirked "Yes, I'm sure. If my mama taught me anything, it's who the Winchesters are. Everyone knows who the Winchesters are." She nudged the door open.
"Oh, well there's the little princess," Dean snarked as the women entered the library.
Amrita rolled her eyes. "Let's go upstairs," she said quietly. "We need to do some research, and we won't be overheard by anyone."
"Who's she?" Dean demanded.
"Well, she was the meat suit of the demon in charge of those goons that jumped us. Relax, I exorcised the bitch. Liliya, the Winchesters. Winchesters, Liliya."
"How do you know our last name. We didn't tell you that," the shorter hunter snapped.
"Please, I'd be stupid to not know who the Winchesters are. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to purchase a plane ticket and call a cab and get Liliya back to Russia." Amrita stomped up the stairs to the media center of the Library.
"Actually," Liliya started. "If I could just call my boss, he'll get me back. You don't have to go through the trouble of buying me a plane ticket."
Amrita just sighed and handed her phone over. Then she sat down at a computer and started typing, and fast. She didn't even look up when she heard a gun cock near her head.
"What are you?" the deeper voice of the older hunter demanded.
Amrita tapped her index finger, once, on the desk, and the bullets all fell from Dean's gun. The hunter dropped his weapon in shock, taking a step back.
"Answer the damn question!" he yelled. "Because that felt like some Angel mojo shit."
Amrita scoffed. "Please do not lump me in with those asshats," she said, slowly standing up to face the shell shocked hunter. "I'm a demigod."
"Uhm...a what?"
The daughter of Kali glanced up at the older hunter. "A demigod. A halfblood. You know, a child of a god and some other being."
"Who's your sire?" Sam demanded.
"A man by the name of Gabe. My patron, however, is the goddess Kali."
Dean audibly gulped. "So how do we kill it?"
A fire flared up in Amrita's eyes, and she punched Dean right in the jaw. When the hunter turned to hit back she pinned his arm behind his back and shoved him to the ground, straddling his hips and pinning his chest to the floor and his wrists to his back with one knee. She held a knife to Dean's neck and a ball of fire out towards Sam.
"You're going to listen very closely, Winchesters. I am on your side here. I have been tracking this horde of demons for months. That's the third Legion I've taken down in the past six weeks. My patronage should be of little concern to you. I am a hunter, first, and a Demigod, second. Just because I was born with my mother's powers does not mean I harbor ill intent. My mother, in case you forgot, is dead. In fact, you were there when she died. Now I'd be glad for the company and the help with this case, but I'd also like a little respect."
Amrita closed her fist, extinguishing the fire and then stood and sheathed her knife.
"So you're expecting us to just trust you?" Sam inquired as he bent to help his brother up.
"Not in the slightest," the demigod said, rolling her eyes. "I'll be honest and say I don't trust either of you. You're Winchesters. My mother is Kali. So rest assured I'll be sleeping with a gun under my pillow. No, what I'm asking for is mutual cooperation. I'll tell you everything I know about this case in exchange for your help investigating it, and shutting the whole operation down. After that, I'd gladly part ways."
"And what makes you think we'd be willing to work with you?" Dean demanded.
Amrita raised her eyebrows. "You've worked in the company of many beings far more repulsive than I. Crowley, for example?"
"That's hardly a comparison," Sam attempted to argue.
The demigod raised her eyebrows, cocking her hip out slightly. "He's a demon. Not just that, he's the King of Hell."
"And your mother tried to kill us," Dean insisted.
"So has Crowley's mother. Tell me something I don't know."
Dean exchanged a glance with Sam. "Okay, look, Kali and Rowena are on two totally different levels."
"You're right. My mother is a goddess. Crowley's mother is a witch. Yet Rowena has come closer to killing you both, multiple times over than my mother ever did."
"Okay fine!" Dean yelled, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine. But let's be clear. I don't trust you, not for a second. So you try anything, ANYTHING, and I will put a bullet through your skull."
Amrita laughed. "You gotta keep the bullets in your gun, first, hunter."
Dean growled in the back of his throat. "Then you agree to leave. Should we ask, you leave. As soon as we're finished with this case, you leave. I don't want you around any longer than necessary."
"Deal," the demigod chirped, extending a hand for the hunter to shake. Dean looked at the proffered hand warily, then took it in a firm handshake.