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"I swear to God I had no idea I could be so annoyed by a beautiful woman. I once slept with a girl whose voice was so high pitched dogs three counties away barked and she thought that the capital of Idaho was Potato. She wasn't as annoying as you." Dean grumbled to Amelia as he drove.
Amelia was sprawled in the backseat of the Impala like usual. For the past half hour she'd been amusing herself by creating tiny balls of lightening that snapped and popped in the palms of her hands. The whole car smelled of ozone and Sam's hair looked like he'd stuck his tongue in a light socket it was sticking up so far.
"Well what am I supposed to do back here? You won't let me listen to music, you won't let me smoke, and you wouldn't even stop so we could get doughnuts. I've never had a doughnut! I really wanted to try one." She whined.
"Crap Dean you got her started on the doughnuts again. Next time just stop and let her get one!" Sam snapped.
"Yeah cause what we need is her on a sugar buzz." Dean muttered.
Amelia had been with them for three days now and so far hadn't proven to be anything but an annoying burden. Dean was seriously beginning to doubt her story about being a gift from the Gods. He figured she was more of a curse or a punishment than anything else.
"Why can't I listen to music?" She asked over the crackling of a lightening ball.
"Because the last time I turned the radio on you used your freaky ass powers to turn the radio to a Prince song. Prince! Prince actually played in my car. I mean what next? Hannah Montana? The Jonas Brothers? Its sacrilege!" Dean yelled to no one in particular.
"Dean you know who Hannah Montana and the Jonas brother are?" Sam asked, his voice dripping with glee.
"No- I mean I guess I've heard of them but…" Dean mumbled, realizing his mistake.
"Dean I'm your brother you can talk to me. Come on be honest, you watch Disney Channel don't you?" Sam teased.
"He watches it when you're in the shower." Amelia volunteered helpfully from the backseat.
"You stay outta this Gazoo!" Dean snapped.
The car fell silent except for the quiet snickers from Sam in the passenger seat.
"Hey doughnuts!" Amelia suddenly shrieked from the back seat, making the siblings jump. She leaned forward between them and pointed out the window to a truck stop sign which advertised a Dunkin Doughnuts inside. "Please can we stop this time? Please please please?" She begged.
Dean groaned, but let his foot off of the accelerator. "Only if the lightening balls stop." He reasoned.
"Ok deal!" She yelled happily. She clapped her hands and bounced up and down in the backseat like a kid on their way to Disneyland.
As soon as the Impala pulled into a parking space she impatiently pushed at Sam's seat so that he would let her out. She sprinted into the store, nearly bowling over an old couple who were exiting. Dean groaned and let his head fall forward onto the steering wheel.
"I swear I'm going insane Sammy. I'm gonna kill her, I mean if she can be killed. Let's take off while she's distracted." He suggested and put the car into reverse.
Sam sighed and put a hand onto Dean's arm to stop him. "Yeah cause that's worked so well the other thirty times you've tried to ditch her." He pointed out.
Dean snorted in annoyance and didn't bother to answer.
"I don't get why she annoys you so much, she's not that bad. I think she's interesting." Sam mumbled.
"Oh come off it Sammy! The only reason you like her is because she said you two are gonna get hitched someday! You really think that's gonna happen? I mean she's a freakin mutant god thing plus she's a total psycho." Dean shouted.
"You don't think she's fascinating? I mean she didn't even exist a week ago. And now here she is a full- fledged person. It's amazing." Sam replied.
"It's not amazing, it's a pain in the ass. Yesterday she just about ran us off the road, cause she wanted me to stop so she could see a damn dog!" Dean pointed out.
"Well she'd never seen a dog before, she was excited." Sam defended. "Maybe you should have a little patience. I mean you'd be acting the same way if you were only four days old."
"Four days old? Damn Sammy you better be careful when you get married, because she's definitely jailbait." Dean taunted.
Sam grimaced and rolled his eyes, but didn't respond. Instead he looked through the clear windows of the gas station to make sure Amelia wasn't getting into any trouble. She was inside eating a doughnut with one hand and trying on sunglasses with the other. She hadn't paid for the doughnut, she didn't pay for anything. Sam had asked her about it two days before when he watched a man give her an entire fried chicken meal for free. She said it was because of the Siren blood in her, she could coerce almost anyone into doing what she wanted. It seemed that the only two people immune to her powers of persuasion were Sam and Dean. Sam wasn't sure if that was some protection the Gods gave them or if she was simply choosing not to use her powers on them.
"You like her don't you?" Dean accused suddenly when he caught Sam looking at her through the window.
Sam opened his mouth to deny it and then stopped and shrugged instead. "I guess I do. Kind of. I just think she's interesting. I mean we've never seen anything like her before."
"Yeah and usually we kill the things we've never seen before. The only thing different with her is a tight ass and nice tits!" Dean replied.
"That's not fair Dean. You need to think about the big picture of what she could help us do." Sam argued.
"And you need to quit thinking with your crotch and see what's right in front of your eyes. How do we know Lucifer didn't send her? All we have is her word on where she's from." The Dean pointed out.
"We haven't seen her do anything evil Dean. We can't think about killing her unless she's evil and so far she hasn't done anything even slightly immoral, let alone evil." Sam pointed out.
Dean stared at his brother, but had no further arguments. The brother's voices had grown louder and louder as their argument progressed and the sudden quiet seemed nearly deafening.
"Hey leave her alone!" They suddenly heard from inside the store.
Sam looked back towards Amelia but saw that she was no longer standing where she had been less than half a minute before. He quickly scanned the interior of the truck stop and located Amelia next to the cash register. A man dressed in a dark blue sweatshirt and black ski mask had a gun out and pointed at the cashier, an elderly woman with bluish hair. Amelia had moved herself between the gunman and the cashier, she had both hands outstretched towards the man and appeared to be talking to him.
"Shit Dean gun!" Sam shouted, not willing to take the time to form full sentences.
Dean glanced around in confusion and then cursed himself when he took in the scene going on inside the store. He quickly pulled a gun from the glove compartment as Sam pulled one from his bag. The brothers exited the Impala at the same time. They moved in tandem, not having to talk about their moves before performing them.
Dean moved behind his opened car door, giving himself some cover, just in case he needed it, and took aim through the window at the man holding the gun. Sam meanwhile snuck to the right side of the door going into the gas station. From that spot he knew the man with the gun wouldn't be able to see him or get an accurate shot at him.
Moving slowly and using just one arm Sam opened the door to the gas station just a few inches.
"Sir please put the gun down, it could hurt someone and you don't want to hurt anyone. If you want money I can get you money easily." Amelia pleaded.
Sam watched as the gunman's hand wavered and the gun began to lower. Obviously Amelia's Siren powers were working on the man. His arm holding the gun fell to his side and the man almost seemed to deflate as he listened to Amelia's persuasion. Sam heaved a sigh of relief and signaled to Dean that things were ok.
Without warning another customer who had been behind a display jumped into view and attempted to tackle the gunman. Neither Sam nor Dean had seen the second man in the store and his sudden appearance shocked them both. The two men struggled for a split second and the gun fired, shockingly loud in the small store.
Sam and Dean both rushed into the store, knowing that the time for subterfuge was long past. The gunman and customer had broken apart from their brawl and the gunman rushed out the door on the other side of the store, running off into the night.
Sam hurried over to Amelia and the old woman who had both hit the ground when the gun went off. The old woman was struggling feebly to get out from under Amelia who had fallen on top of her. Sam helped Amelia to her feet and then helped the old woman to stand up as well.
"Ma'am are you alright?" He asked the store clerk.
"I think so. Thank God for this young lady, she was so brave." The woman gushed.
"Um Sam? I think maybe I need help." Amelia said quietly from behind him.
When Sam turned the first thing he noticed was the glazed doughnut still clasped in Amelia's hand. It was splattered with red. Sam knew instantly the red wasn't jelly. He glanced up to see blood spreading in a stain across Amelia's abdomen. She touched her stomach and brought her bloody hand up in front of her face, looking at the blood. She made a small surprised sound and crumpled to the floor before Sam could lunge forward to catch her.
A/N- So not really any reviews on this story. I'd really love some feedback. If there's something that needs changed let me know. Thanx!