"You're leaving?" Seventeen asked incredulously. Her eyebrows were raised as she leaned against the peeling wallpaper of the motel room. Sam and Dean looked a bit uncomfortable as they made up excuses to why they had to leave and why she couldn't come with them.
"Well, yeah," Sam said, scratching his neck. "We have to go do some things. It'll be easier if you just stay here. You don't have to come with us. While we're gone, you can do some research if you want. Anything about yourself."
Seventeen rolled her eyes at his attempt to dodge the real reason he didn't want her to tag along. She'd done it plenty of times since she's met the Winchesters to know when someone was trying to hide something from her.
With pursed lips, she finally said, "When will you be back?"
As soon as the rumbling engine of the Impala left the parking lot of the motel she was to stay at, Seventeen pulled something out of her pocket. Blurred ink was inscriped on it, and it looked to be maybe a few months old. That's what the date proposed, at least. Creases formed between her eyebrows as she analyzed it all she could.
This wasn't a coincidence at all. There was the exact number. The only number she could remember. Ink clearly stated on the slip of material that this was the number. Her hand slightly shook as her finger traced the number. Seventeen. Seemed like a haunting number to her at this point. There was no telling what this could really mean.
If it meant what Seventeen thought it did, it would mean bad all around. For her and the Winchesters.
The ink-inscribed number had long been put back into her pocket. Her fingers danced around the keys of the laptop as she researched anything and everything that related to her. A tab caught her eyes, however, as she looked at the tabs that started to accumulate. One caught Seventeen's eyes as she re-opened it. Descriptions of a long deceased woman. Her life, children, relatives, anything that related to her in the smallest of ways. Even the address of the orphanage she founded. Then there was the gruesome description of her murder. Children taking a prank too far on the old woman. A horrible accident.
There was a frown etched on Seventeen's face as she looked at the laptop's search history. Things exactly like this, all about people having died. Articles about supposed haunted places. Multiple mythological articles about ancient monsters said to still roam the Earth. Tabs on fairies, mermaids, angels, demons.
Whoever the hell Sam and Dean Winchester claimed to be, they were definitely lying. Letting that go was not happening.