I traced my finger over the tree of life as the rain poured down, banging it's fists against the windows of the motel I was staying in. It echoed even louder in the emptiness of the room then it had when I was standing outside. It seemed like everything echoed here. Some day's I liked being on my own. I liked facing death and fighting for good. I had fallowed a lead here, the demon I was hunting had been spotted by hunters a few miles from here, however there was an even bigger problem that I faced at the current moment.
Stories had arisen that sounded like a vengeful spirit, and even though I was closing in on a new lead for my main hunt which this vengeful spirit had briefly been confused as, the idea of people around me being attacked was more important. I had settled in for the night reading my fathers book, searching for clues as to how he was hunting this particular demon, and just as I finished another chapter the rain began to pound harder against the glass pane. I turned my attention to the window as a bolt of lightening lit up the sky and then turned my attention back to my book.
"Open up!" A loud banging had been taken up against my door and it wasn't just the rain. The voice startled me sending my book flying and me jumping out of my skin six feet above the bed I was lounged across. I waited a few seconds staring at the door as another flash etched across the sky, enough for me to make out a blurry figure behind the glass. "Come on!"
"Who is it?" I slowly edged myself off the bed and slid a knife from the desk by the door. The rain was starting to slow down.
"We don't have time for 20 questions now." The voice was rough and sounded eerily familiar. "Open the god damn door."
I swung the door open and standing there where the two men from a few days ago., soaking wet and out of breath.
"What the hell." I backed away form the door as they pushed in.
"Sorry about this." Sam shrugged his shoulders as the walked in with their bags in hand, Dean's riffle gripped tightly by his side.
"I thought I recognized the car." Dean tossed his bag on the still made bed that I had just been laying across and Sam shut the door as they infiltrated my room.
"What do you think you're doing?" Dean began to strip off his t-shirt, Sam was already there. I turned flushed for my bed and grabbed my fathers book from where I had dropped it.
"Were having a sleep over." Dean retorted starting to change his pants. I flopped down, face first onto my bed the pillows suffocating my face.
"You have got to be kidding me."