Gotta Get Some Glasses

Found on a Post It Note outside the Supernatural set: Dear Sir, I have borrowed the boys. I promise to take good care of them and return them to you when I finish with them. I will even feed Dean pie. Love Pen

The leather cover of the journal had warmed in my hands. I had been flipping through it since I returned to my apartment. Every light was turned on, my largest chair shoved against the door, windows checked and I was curled against my headboard, steak knife in one hand, journal in the other. I'm sure the dust bunnies were shaking in their little bunny boots.

Making up my mind, I reached for the phone. I had found the cell in the glove compartment of the car along with a gun. Curious about my kidnappers, I had explored the rest of the car, looking for clues. The trunk looked normal at first glance until something shiny caught my eye. The bottom lifted up to display a wide range of knives, guns, bottles of Holy Water, and lots of salt. It was the monster hunter's superstore.

Taking a deep breath and reminding myself to stop procrastinating, I dialed the first number on the screen, labeled Dean. On the second ring a familiar deep voice answered, "Where's my car you evil bitch? I swear if you put a scratch on her…"

I cut him off in mid rant. "I think I can help you find what's been taking the children," I rushed, words tripping over each other on their way out. "It's not me; I am not what you are hunting. I was following it when you grabbed me; I think I could find it again."

I counted the seconds of silence with the thudding of my heart. One thud, oh God, two thuds, I am out of my mind, three thuds, do I have a death wish?

Four thuds, "Where are you?"

A green eyed man walks into a bar with a gun in his waistband and death in his eyes. Okay, I don't have a punch line but I bet Dean could come up with one. Ouch! My brain comes up with the weirdest crap. Gotta be the stress.

I watched the aforementioned green eyed man as he walked into the diner. He moved with a confident stride toward my table, eyes never leaving mine. Sliding into the chair across from me, he glared, eyes talking in the leather journal I had clutched in my hands. Silence stretched between us until the waitress took our order; just a beer for green eyes and a large coke and fries for me. Hey, I hadn't eaten and fries are comfort food. If they had my old baby blanket and stuffed lovie on the menu, I would have ordered that.

"Look," I whispered as the waitress left our table. "I'm not what you're hunting; in fact I think we are both after the same thing."

"You're a hunter?" he scoffed, leaning back in his chair, posture radiating disbelief. "This isn't the girl scouts."

"No, I'm not a hunter," I slid the journal across to him, careful to keep out of his immediate reach. "But that thing took someone I know, and I don't think it's finished."

"How are you tracking it?" he asked, taking a large swallow of the beer.

I twirled another fry through the ketchup as I thought of how to respond. Nope, nothing, I had no idea how to explain my new monster sensing ability. Hell, it was happening in my very own brain and I didn't believe it. I shrugged, "Kinda like a Spidy sense", I hedged.

Green eyes brightened, and his lips hinted briefly of a smile before returning to their normal "I am going to kill you slow" burn. "So, you can find where it is hiding?"

My head nodded yes, while my brain screamed NO!

"We'll be in touch," he said, taking out money for his beer and sliding out of the seat. I waited until I was sure the truck was gone before paying for my own food and heading out the door. I took the long way home, backtracking and twisting through parking lots, making sure I wasn't followed home. Somehow humming the theme from Mission Impossible helped.

I pulled into my parking lot, next to the black car about an hour later. I swear the car looked pissed. All black and sulky. I patted it as I walked by. "Don't worry; I'll get you home soon."

I quickly climbed the stair to my apartment and opened the door. I had taken no more than two steps when I heard the cock of a gun, uh make that two guns.

Standing in my living room were my own favorite psycho boys. I slowly raised my hands as Dean closed and locked the door behind me.

Damn, I just didn't see this coming. Maybe I need glasses.