Chapter 7 - Revelations

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You know what to do, you know what I did
Since you know everything just clue me in
I am such a wreck, I am such a mess
I know what I know, why don't you fill in the rest?
I will bring you down, I will make it bad
While you're feelin' proud, why don't you help me?

Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now
Your revelations
Cut me in, I don't wanna live without
Your revelations, revelations

You know what to say, you know what I said
You know what I dream sleeping in my bed
You hold all the keys, you know all the roads
Why don't you guide me in, if I'm such a lost soul?
I'm spinnin' 'round, I will make you ill
Since I'm so broken down, why don't you fix me?

I am haunted when I am sleeping
Try to give without receiving
It's in the applebite
It's in the days and nights
In the afterlife we'll reap
Audioslave - Revelations

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Sam POV

Sam was baffled. Her appartment looked pretty normal. He was impressed at her collection of books; Dostojevsky, Flaubert, Kafka, Chaucer, Shakespeare... He looked at Rika, who just had told them that she was the vampire slayer. He had never heard the expression before, and he still had no idea who she was. He couldn't even remember reading the term in his dad's journal, and that contained just about everything they knew about demons and other supernatural beings.

"You two really have no idea who I am, do you?", she said, clearly amused. "And you call yourselves hunters."

"You might have to elaborate a bit", Sam said and looked at her. "We've never heard that one before."

She laughed and got up from her chair. He still loved her laugh, it was warm and kind. If he could choose just one laught to hear for the rest of his life, it would be hers. It almost made him smile, but he had to keep his cool. He watched her as she walked into her bedroom, and pulled something out from underneath her bed. She came back carrying a big, thick, book, that looked very old. "Vampyr" was the title.

"Okay, so I'm the vampire slayer. Or one of them actually, as there are three of us. There's only supposed to be one, but there was a little mishap", she explained.

Sam watched as she opened the book, wondering what she meant about there being a mishap.

"There's a prophecy", she said and started reading from the book. "Into each generation a girl is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer."

Sam let the words sink in. Apparently, she was destined to fight evil. He had been right, she knew more than she had been giving off. He wasn't still sure it was a good thing.

"And you're she?", Dean asked.

"Yeah", she responded. "Or actually one out of three these days like I said, it's complicated."

"So, how did you become the vampire slayer?", Sam asked. He was curious.

"Well, there are a lot of potential slayers in the world. Young girls. When the old slayer dies, gets killed, one of the potentials is called, and she gets her powers. I'm not quite sure how it works, just that very ancient magicks are involved", Rika explained. "I was called when I was sixteen. I'm sort of this big magnet - evil is drawn to me and I'm supposed to fight it. People around me tend to get hurt in the process, hence I moved here, so my family wouldn't be in danger."

"She gets her powers?," Sam asked. He wondered what she meant.

"Well, the slayer package comes with certain... I guess you could call them perks", she elaborated with an ironic smile. "I'm much stronger and faster than the average girl. I also have really good hearing and sight, and I can sort of sense the supernatural if I come across it. If I stood in a room with my eyes closed, and there was a vampire, I could find him. Oh, and I heal quite fast."

She showed them a small cut on her arm.

"I got this one when I fought that vampire about 20 minutes ago", she said. "It's almost healed now."

"So, that explains how you managed to throw that vampire into the air?", Dean said.

"Yup", she said and nodded. Then she smiled shyly. "Also, I sometimes have prophetic dreams."

"Prophetic dreams?", Sam asked and started coughing. That was something he recognized.

"Sometimes I get visions when I'm sleeping", she said. "According to my watcher it's to help me fight what's coming next. I've stopped a couple of apocalypses thanks to it."

Dean started chuckling and Sam felt him patting him on the back.

"You and Sam have a lot in common", he said. "He's a big freak, getting visions and all that. He's an evilness magnet too."

Sam watched Rika turn towards him, her eyes widened.

"I guess that brings up the next topic", she said calmly. "Who the hell are you two? I'm not the only liar in the room."

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Rika POV

Rika was quite nervous when she gave Sam and Dean the basics on who she was. When Dean mentioned Sam getting visions, she was surprised. Now it was their turn to explain.

"We're Sam and Dean Winchester. Our mom was killed by a demon with yellow eyes when I was six months old", Sam explained. "Dean was four at the time. Well, later we found out that I wasn't the only one with the same background, after I started having visions. We found a guy with telekinesis, and one who could get people to do whatever he wanted them to. The demon had given us powers, and we're not yet sure why."

This was interesting.

"Well, when mum died...", Sam continued. "...our dad started hunting demons. He taught us everything he knew, how to fight. I wanted a normal life, so I escaped to college. Then, my fiancée was killed by the same demon that killed our mom. I realized a normal life wasn't an option. Since then, me and Dean have been on the road, driving around and fighting evil where we can find them. Spirits, demons, werewolves..."

Rika nodded.

"I'm sorry about your fiancée" she said. She really felt for Sam, as she recognized herself in him. She hadn't lost a loved one yet since she had tried to isolate herself, but it had been close in high school, her first love nearly had gotten killed by a vampire.

"It's okay, I'm starting to get past it", Sam said and she knew he was lying. She could always tell when he was lying. "You mentioned a "watcher" earlier, who's that?", Sam diverted the attention away from himself.

"Well, basically a slayer slays and a watcher watches", Rika said and fired a big smile towards them. "Nah, just kidding. Basically every slayer is assigned a watcher, to train and teach her. There's a thing called the Watcher's Council in Britain, so my watcher, Hugh, is quite... British", she finished.

"Was that the one we saw you arguing with outside the library earlier?", Sam asked.

Rika felt a bit upset. They had been following her?

"You were following me?", she asked and tried to sound very angry.

"Sam had a vision about you getting attacked by the vampire", Dean explained. "We first thought you were one of the yellow-eyed demon's victims, that you were like Sam, since he usually only gets visions of his freaky friends."

"I see", she said. "Well, yeah, that was him. He called since he had found a lead about the campus killings. Which I guess is also why you two are here. Sam wasn't exactly stealthy when he tried to get some information out of me."

"You know what's behind the deaths?", Sam asked.

"Yeah, we think so, Hugh found out it's a demon called Belphegor, it sucks the life out of people leaving no trace except deadness", she explained. "We expected vampires at first, but then we broke into the morgue..."

Dean interrupted her.

"You broke into the morgue?!", he asked.

"Yeah", she replied and felt a bit confused.

Dean looked at his brother.

"Man, this chick is awesome!", he said and laughed.

"Is he always like this?", Rika asked Sam.

"Pretty much", Sam replied with a smile. Once again, Rika melt. "Don't mind him."

"Well, we found no puncture wounds so we ruled out vampires", she continued. "Hugh did some research and found a matching demon. We were going to do a tracking spell tomorrow so I could kill it."

"You can do magic?", Sam asked.

She could tell he was getting more and more impressed by her. There was no reason for that. She felt her cheeks getting flushed.

"Just some basic stuff", she replied shyly. "Floating a pencil, tracking spells, balls of sunshine, stuff like that. Nothing impressive."

"That's more than we know" Dean said and looked defeated. "We've done exorcisms and stuff like that, but we had no idea magic really existed."

"Well, I'm not that good at it since I'm not a wicca, I've just learned a couple of party tricks", she explained.

"Why don't you call us tomorrow when you're doing the tracking spell, and we could come help you kill this... Belphegor?", Sam suggested.

"I'm not sure I need the help", she said. "You guys are amateurs compared to me, no offense, and you might get in the way."

"Please?", Sam pleaded. "I don't want you to get hurt or killed. We could just be your extra backup. Besides, we already started this hunt, and we wouldn't like to leave without doing any good."

"Fine", Rika resigned and sighed. She knew she wouldn't need them. She had survived seven years on her own. She didn't want to worry Sam though, she liked him way more than she should.

They exchanged numbers and soon Sam and Dean were out the door. Rika changed into her nightgown, laid down on her bed and closed her eyes. It had been a long day, and she was tired. But she already knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She was thinking about Sam.

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Dean POV

Dean had been right about Rika - he liked her. She was funny, she had broken into a morgue, she was in a band and she fought demons. Just his kind of girl. He could tell Sammy had a thing for her though, so he kept himself from flirting with her. He was still confused, though, and a bit pissed about the fact that she had called them amateurs.

"Is there any mention of slayers in dad's journal?", he asked his brother.

Sam looked at him, he had been checking through the thick journal that once had belonged to their father.

"No, nothing", he said and sighed.

"Looks like dad had no idea they existed then", Dean replied.

"I figured as much," Sam said and looked out the window in their motel room, right before walking towards his bed and laying down with his clothes on and everything. Dean sat down in front of the TV, watching it do the snowy thing. He wasn't feeling sleepy.

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A/N: Another chapter. :) Some lemons are coming up soon, it's about time Sam gets some sexy time. I love reviews more than I love chocolate, and I love chocolate a lot. :P