(A/N) I love reviews, so If you leave one I'll love you forever! -Maacha
I woke up early the next day to a heavy weight on my side, rolling over the back of Dean's head blocked my view. I could feel the hair on my nose we where so close. I jumped from the bed, wiping my arms as if that could rid myself of the closeness. I hated being close to people. I didn't like the idea. A hunter lead an unpredictable life and we could not chance getting close to anyone. After all; look at what happened with mom and dad. They had both died on me. I had myself and I needed no one else. Especially in a hunt. Other people just got in the way.
Good intentions or not; I didn't want to hunt with anyone.
One wrong move and you where dead. It was easier to depend on yourself.
I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. This hunt was mine.
"Leaving so soon?" I had just started to turn the handle when the voice spoke up. Glancing at the bed, Dean's naked torso was sitting up. His other half, clothed thank god, was still covered by the sheets.
"I figured I'd get an early start on my Hunt."
"It doesn't even occur till night time."
"I'm getting fresh air."
"So full of excuses." He gave a half smile and walked over to where I stood. I dropped my bag and rolled my eyes heavenward.
"It's my hunt."
"Were sharing."
"We are not." He stepped closer to me and I stepped back again leaning against the wall. His hand rested by my face as he leaned into me. I gave a low growl. "Why do you do this?"
"Do what?"
"Hunt." We where glaring each other in the eyes at this point.
"It's a family business. I gotta protect my family."
"Well I only have to protect myself." He searched my face for a reaction, for something deeper then the words I was saying, I could see it in his eyes.
"What are you hunting?" He saw it. Somewhere on my face he saw the deeper meaning.
"We all have our own Demons."
"What are your's?" I could feel his breath on my Lips. It was warm and soft.
"Lamia."
"Lamia?"
"Do not all charms fly,
at the mere touch of cold Philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalog of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angels wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine-
Un-weave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender- person'd Lamia melt into a shade."
"Who is Lamia?" He backed off enough to let me slip out from under him.
"I thought this spirit was Lamia, due to the fact that it involves all children, but nothing else shows signs of demons." I took a seat at the computer and began typing. "Lamia is my demon. She is the eater of children."
A photo of a women with a serpentine face showed on the screen and I slid back away from the computer. "When I was six days old she came into my home. My mother was murdered shortly after I was born. Six day's to be exact. Her eyes where gouged out. Her back shredded to ribbons. I heard rumors. The found her in a pill of feathers from the pillows and comforter of there bed, my dad used to say I was protected by Micheal."
"Like the angel Micheal?" He gave a small chuckle.
"Yeah, like the angel."
"And your Pop's just walked in and found you."
"No."
"No?" He sounded shocked.
"Someone gave me to him." I stood abruptly and grabbed my dads book form my bag, flipping to the last pages, the farthest from all the good things my dad wanted to remember. " 'He seemed to glow even in the dark street lights. His skin was pale but he held her in her pink blanket, bundled in one arm. In the other hand he held a yellow candle. I was crying over my wife but he passed me the baby and told me to protect her. She was destined to be great. Around her neck he had placed a chain with a few Medals, and told me they would protect her from evil. They where watching. When I looked in her face she glowed just like him.'"
I could feel the tears in my eyes and then the book being lifted gently from my hands. Dean's voice rang out in my ears. " 'While my wife laid in bloodied feathers, her back shredded to ribbons and her eyes gone, my baby had been protected, but she wasn't my baby anymore. She never was. Cam, that man who glowed, he told me she was never mine but I still had to protect her, I had to raise her. This was the day I lost my wife, my daughter, and my life. This was the day I became a hunter, once more. Cam never let me forget it. Lamia could come back at any time."
"I got Coffee, I figured we could go out for breakfast later." Sam walked through the door, Dean passing the book to him, letting him read silently.
"Damn, do I love hunting Demons." He gave a chuckle.
"It's not you're hunt."
"Then let me ask you something now." He smiled devilishly. "Why do you do this?"
"Because ultimately; Good is stronger then Evil."
(A/n) Big thanks to my last reviewer, Adrillian1497. Tried to make this one a little longer ;]