Chapter 5
They walked into the guy's room and Maze sat on dean's bed and Dean sat beside her and Sam on the other bed.
"Well we talked to the other families they said they were all good kids."
"Feelings…"
"What?" dean looked over to her.
"Feeling they all had feeling."
"Yeah and so do you, me, and Sam." Dean said being sarcastic.
"One family said the person that went missing was always happy…another was always sad…"
"And one had anger issues…" Sam chimed in.
"He's to ether want to get feelings or takes them away…"
"Well then let's go hunt this bipolar bastard!"
"Dean I have a FEELING that he would kill you too so let's wait it out or something till we find out." She said standing up.
"Wait demons don't have feelings."
"Yeah they do, once I killed a demon that killed thirty people in a two year period and was scared for his pitiful life and started begging for mercy… but being me I just killed him. He didn't give mercy so he shouldn't be given mercy." She smiled at them.
Sam and dean had an uneasy look on their faces, a scared look and proud look at the same time. She was a very good hunter for her age and was on her own hunting trips at nine so she was very dependable but was very scary when she wanted to and 'could be more violent than a demon.' At least that what their dad told them. She smiled and laughed at the funny looks they were making.
"Hey, It's like I'm gonna kill you or anything."
'If we got you mad you would…' they both thought.
"I guess I would make you mad for a while…"dean said uneasy.
She grabbed the stick that was wrapped in cloth.
"Hey I didn't do anything!" dean yelled scared. She looked how stupid he sound and giggled then tied it to her waist, "oh… sorry…"
Maze left for her room and retired for the night.