We stopped at a burger place on the interstate, about an hour away from the place Dean refers to as, "The Men of Letters Secret Lair". Dean was filling me in on everything to know about being a hunter. He tells me effective ways to kill all sorts of monsters.
He told me how to kill a werewolf- silver bullet to the heart, silver knife to the heart, basically anything silver.
He even told me how to kill a demon- Exorcism, devils trap, holy water.
He also told me crazy stories about him and Sam and Cas, about things they've done, things they stopped, things they've let happened that were big mistakes. He also told me that Cas was an angel. (Woah) And that God doesn't care, angels are "dicks" as Dean so kindly put it, and some demons are okay. He told me about the King of Hell, Crowley, and about how Sam and he have died countless times, all of this told while eating two jumbo burgers. I settled for fries. Most of which Dean had stolen off my plate.
"Wow…" I say, after he's all finished. "You have a book series written about you?" Dean sighs. "After everything I just told you, that's what you find the most interesting?" I smile. "I'm a book reader. If these books are your life stories, then they must be pretty awesome- how come I haven't heard of them?" Dean replies, his mouth full of burger. "I heard New York Times thought is actually run by a bunch of demons who don't want their secrets coming out." I smile. "I see."
Dean smiles at me, but it quickly disappears. "You know," He says. "It's not too late. You don't have to be a hunter. You can still live with Sam and me without being a hunter." I look at him. "First of all, Sam and I, second- oh don't give me that look you talk like an idiot I correct you. Second of all," I pause, hatred boiling inside me. "It became 'too late' when those demons killed my family." Dean nods, all he says is, "Okay."
The drive back was tiring, and a few times I offered to drive for Dean, because he was obviously drowsy from lack of sleep, but he kept saying, "You don't get to drive Baby until you've proven you're worth your salt."
By the time we get back, its a little after eleven pm, but I'm still wide awake, and from the looks of it, so is Dean. When we get out, he motions me to stand at the back of the trunk. I look at him confused. "What is it?" I ask, and he motions for me to pop the trunk. So I do. Then gasp. "Woah!" I exclaim. "An empty trunk! So cool!" I roll my eyes. Dean looks at me and chuckles. "Look," He says, and opens a secret layer. I gasp. From actual shock. It looks like he robbed a military base.
There seems to be every type of gun, knives of all sizes, machetes, and other, less violent things too. Flasks, crosses, silver, bandages, needles and thread. I look at him, my eyebrows raised. He smiles at this, and says, "Hunters are always prepared."
We walk inside, and Sam looks up from his computer. "Hey." He says. "Hey- what you looking at?" Dean asks, as we roll my suitcases down the stairs. "Check this," Sam says. "In Holly Oklahoma, seven unsolved murders. It says, 'victims throats were ripped out, believed to be a wild animal attack.'" Sam looks at Dean, while Dean studies the screen. "Seems like our kind of thing?" Sam asks. Dean nods. "Sounds like some out of control vamps." Dean steals a glance at me, but I see it. He straightens his back and stretches his arms out. "Well, lets call some hunters. See if they can handle it." I narrow my eyes. "Why don't we just do it?" Sam looks at me. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Why not?" I protest. "Because," says Dean, "You're new at this." I push on. "So? You told me how to kill them. Cut the head off. Easy." Sam frowns. "Not easy. Especially because we don't know if it's a single rogue or if it's a nest." Dean nods his head. "Rogues, easy. Nests? Not so much." I continue on. "I want to do this." I say. "Until I find out which demon killed my parents? My brothers? I want to do something. As much as I can to make sure what happens to me doesn't happen to someone else." Dean and Sam look at each other, exchanging some secret message I couldn't understand. Sam looks at me, and after a pause says, "It is only a five hour drive." He says, Dean smiling. "Lets go kill some vamps."
I try to hold in my excitement. Sam holds his hand up though as if he can read my mind, and says. "First thing tomorrow." Dean then says, "Yeah. A hunter needs his good four hours." I smile. "Well then," I say. "I guess I'm hitting the hay."
I turn around and have a mini heart attack when I see Cas standing behind me. "Jeeze Cas!" Dean says. "Don't just pop in here! Give a call send a text- something!" Cas furrows his eyebrows. "Apologies. I did not mean to frighten you." Dean sighs. "It's okay Cas. What's up?" Cas looks around and says, "Nothing of importance. I just wanted to check up on…" He pauses. "Deli." I say. "Like the sandwich." adds Dean. I give him a look.
Cas continues to look at me. "Are you alright, Deli?" I nod. Which is a lie of course. I feel a pang of hurt in my stomach. Shakily, I say, "I'm tired. I think I'll just go shower and head to bed. Goodnight." And I hurry to my room.
After I wash my hair, I let the hot water run over my body for a few minutes. It felt nice, like I could wash away all the crap that had happened today, well, technically yesterday, away if I just stood there long enough. I turn off the water after my fifteen minute shower, and grab the towel Sam had been thoughtful enough to leave for me on my bed. I bend over and dry my hair. It has been about five minutes, when the door opens. He sees me first, swearing. I scream and use the towel to cover my body. Dean looks away from me at the hall, the door halfway closed. "Lock the door!" He yells. "Knock!" I scream, and he closes the door and shuffles away. These boys have obviously never had a sister.
After I put on my pajamas I had brought into the bathroom, I walk to my bedroom. Sam and Dean are talking in the hallway, and I dread walking to my room because it is right next to where Dean is. I lower my head and walk by and say, "Good night," And Dean looks away and says, "Good night." Sam noticed this awkwardness, and after I close the door, but not before catching Sam giving me a strange look.
I slam my door closed and flop on my bed. I hug my pillow, and close my eyes. And then I fall asleep. Maybe just stabbing my eyes out might have been more pleasant.
My dream started out with me and my family, sitting around our table, but it was identical to the one in The Men of Letter's lair, the giant risk one at the front. We were sitting around it, happy, smiling laughing. Johnny was teasing me, my mother and father laughing along. I smiled, and said, "Oh god, just shut up." And he smiled a wicked smile and simply said, "Okay." Then his neck snaps. He is still smiling as he falls to the floor. I jump up from my chair, and my mother holds my wrist. Maybe iron-steel-grips my wrist would be more accurate. I couldn't move. She smiles beautifully and says, "Don't worry sweetheart. Everything is okay." I look at her in terror as blood slowly stains her white shirt. Blood drips from her mouth and she and father fall the to ground. Little Tommy is screaming so I run over and pick him up. I hug him and kiss him and tell him it's going to be okay.
I look around, and run into the kitchen with him so he won't see this horrific sight. I hold his head close to mine, and I squeeze him gently.
When I squeezed him though, there is a pop and his head rolls to the floor. I scream but am unable to drop him, like his body is glued to mine. I scream as blood spurts from where his neck is, and look at the knives on the kitchen counter. I grab one, and aim for my stomach, then I bring it to my skin.