Here is Chapter 2 I hope you enjoy it :D This is shorter than it was originally meant to be, but a bit of suspense/drama is always a good thing ;)
Groggily Dean stumbled into the living room. Rubbing a hand down his face, he let out a long yawn. What the hell? Dean thought to himself, believing his eyes were playing tricks on him. Pulling out his hand gun that he never dared to not have in his back pocket, he poised it and began to move stealthily towards Huntress' basket. In place of Huntress was a girl, who appeared to be in her late teens with flowing dark, brown hair. She was curled around like a dog before she rolled onto her back. Stretching her arms upwards she opened her eyes and observed her fingers for a while, flexing them. Suddenly she gasped and shot upright. Instantly her eyes locked onto Dean, who raised his gun and flipped the safety latch off.
"Dean. I can explain," the girl stammered holding her hands out in front of her in an attempt to appease the man, whose stance was rigid.
"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?" Dean bellowed as he pointed the gun at her forehead.
"You can try it if you really want to Dean. It won't kill me I can assure you," the girl smiled sheepishly as she stood still in the basket.
"Where's Huntress?" Dean demanded coldly as he took a step closer to this invader.
"She's fine Dean. I promise."
"Well then where the hell is she?"
"I," before the girl could respond Sam came charging in wielding a silver knife and carrying a flask of holy water.
"Dean what's going on?" Sam asked and his eyes went wide with shock as he noticed Huntress was missing and in her place was some random teenager.
"Ask the bitch who took our dog," Dean snapped heatedly as he fixed the girl with a dangerous glare.
"Technically she's a wolf. What do I mean, she? I am her!" the girl chuckled to herself but quickly stopped as she met the bewildered and agitated glances of the two men, who were at a loss of how to act.
"Wait, you mean you're Huntress?" Sam questioned in a tone of disbelief and his eyes went as wide as saucers when the girl nodded in response.
Shooting him a sideward glance Sam followed Dean's cue by lunging forward and throwing the flask of holy water over the girl. The brothers tensed expecting her to scream in agony and for smoke to be flying of her burning body. But nothing happened.
"Gee thanks, that was refreshing. That's not going to work on me, dumbasses!" the girl replied sarcastically before saying in a serious tone, "Do you want me to explain who I am or not?" Sam was about to respond when Dean cut in,
"Nah. I think I am going to gank you as quick as humanly possible and then we can return to our normal shitty lives!" as Dean took a step towards her the girl recoiled and leant her back against the white ceramic tiled wall.
"Come on Dean. I have saved your arse more times than I can count as Huntress. You owe me! Besides it won't work. As I mentioned before, the gun won't kill me."
"Oh really. Then why are you backing away?" Dean smirked as he fired a bullet into the girl's leg.
She winced and bent down as blood began to drip down, soaking her skin until it was crimson. Bending down she touched it with her fingers and the wound healed instantly. Dean took a step back and looked over to Sam for some reassurance or in the hope he would give him a theory on what this thing was.
"Are you an angel?" Sam asked and shrugged his shoulders as Dean rolled his eyes.
"Depends what you consider an angel to be," the girl replied bitterly as she nursed her skin, despite the fact she had healed it and not a mark had been left behind where the bullet had penetrated.
"Stop being so frigging cryptic and tell us what you are," Dean yelled losing his patience and temper.
"It's kind of complicated. I don't know everything about myself either. The details are hazy, but I know what I am," the girl cringed as Dean raised his voice even louder,
"Tell us then!"
Taking a deep breath the teenager looked down at the floor before raising her eyes. Holding her head high she said in a strong voice,
"I am a creator's child.