It wasn't Seventeen who found the Winchesters. Rather, it was the Winchesters who found Seventeen.
The rain was falling hard and fast from the sky, and she found herself drenched to the bone in the cool climate. Finding that she hated the feeling of the rain, she quickly took shelter in a diner. As she scanned the menu, she almost didn't care to notice that the Winchester Brothers sat in her booth. One across from her, the other beside her.
Slowly, she looked up from the menu. They both looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to scream and throw a fit and try to get other people to help her. She, however, did nothing except for go back to the menu.
As she debated between a breakfast burger and the pancakes, Dean began to talk.
"No hissy fits?" Dean questioned, looking at her with confusion prominent in his eyes. Seventeen merely shrugged at his question.
"You can't just ignore us," Sam said, frowning at her from across the table. His elbows leaned onto the table, and their faces showed everything of relaxation. Seventeen knew that they were ready at any moment to pull out the guns they had hidden in their jeans.
"On the contrary, I can. It's amazing you boys even bothered to come find me. Did you not like how your little demon friend went about it?" Seventeen questioned airly, flipping to another page in the menu. Tea or coffee?
She pondered all the options in her head, then decided her meal would depend on what she wanted to drink. The waitress soon came back, and Seventeen put in her final order. Before the boys started talking again, the waitress left and Seventeen quirked an eyebrow at them. They soon realized she was expecting an answer, and she wanted one now.
"Crowley wasn't supposed to go after you," Sam admitted. His look was sincere, and Seventeen knew he was telling the truth. "We just wanted to know if he'd ever seen you before."
"Ever seen me before?" Seventeen echoed before scoffing. "Sorry, boys, but I've never been to Hell." Dean rolled his eyes at the woman. Of course she'd never been to Hell, but maybe the demon had still seen her. Perhaps there was a deal that had previously been made in the course of Seventeen's life.
Dean wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Seventeen didn't seem innocent. She would be the type that made a deal for revenge on someone. Of course, that'd come back to bite her in the ass years later as her soul gets dragged down in the pits of hell.
"Why did Crowley want you?" Sam asked, wrinkles etched onto his face. Seventeen gave him a blank look.
"How the hell am I supposed to know? I can't even remember my name," Seventeen stated. Sam and Dean shared a look at that.
"You're going to have to come back with us. You know that, right?" Sam questioned. Seventeen rolled her eyes and nodded. She knew what would happen after she stood up from this booth. She'd be right back in the hands of the Winchesters.
Maybe she'd run away again. Maybe she wouldn't. The Winchesters weren't sure, which made them paranoid. They had to know somehow. Otherwise, they'd freak out.
Seventeen almost knew about it. She thought there was something odd about them and how much they knew. They knew about Crowley almost immediately after she said it, but she didn't know anything else. They had a lot to figure out about each other.
And Seventeen was going to start with Dean.
A/N ya know i kinda feel like a bitch for not updating this in so long because i kinda forgot i wrote this. here's a chapter and i know it's not that good, but i promise the next chapter will be at least 2000 words.