When I woke up I was bond to a chair. The light was off and all of the shades seemed to be closed but there was enough light in the room for me to be able to tell that I was in a room of a cheap inn. There was a little round table with two chairs that sat in front of the only window in this room. Besides that there was two twin sized beds to my right and from what I could tell there was a bathroom behind me. I started to chant quietly not knowing where whatever attacked me is. Before I could finish the door to the room was opened and light flooded my eyes. I could feel an aching in the back of my head. I looked at two figures walking towards me. They were nothing but a shadow until they shut the door and turned on the light.
Standing in front of me where two guys. One of them was just about six feet tall. Maybe 160-180lbs. I would say in his early thirty's. He was handsome in a sort of rugged way. You could definitely tell that he worked out. He was built solid. His hair was short and a dark brown color that was almost black. His eyes where from what I could tell green. He had a five o'clock shadow like he had not shaved today. He was warring a navy blue shirt with dark blue jeans. He had a dirty brown leather jacket on. I could tell it was old.
Standing next to him was another guy. He was taller bye about four to five inches. This guy was in his late twenty's. He was a big guy. Built like a rock. He was easily almost 200lbs. His hair was brown and hung past his ears. He had really nice hair. His eyes where a dark brown. He was also warring dark blue jeans. He had a red tea shirt on with a blue button up jacket over it. They both had brown bags in their hands full of food. They placed there bags down on the table before they even realized that I was awake.
"Hey Sammy look the little witch is awake."
I hate when people call me little. I'm 4'9" so I am little but it still piss's me off when every person has to remind me about it. The tall one looked at me more closely.
"I guess your rite." He said.
The two of them walked over to me and stopped when they were about two feet away from me. My hands were tied behind my back but thankfully I no longer needed them to use my powers. Only a few weeks ago did I start moving things with my mind without the movement of my hands. So I did what I knew I could and tried to fling them across the room with nothing but my mind but nothing happened. Nothing at all. I tried again. Nothing.
"What did you do to my magic?" I yelled at them.
"Oh that. What you think we were just going to trust that you were not going to kill us with your witch mojo. Amulets." The shorter one said and pointed to the four corners of the room where there was an amulet hanging in each of them.
"Let me go know." I warned both of them.
"Or what you're going to turn us into a toad."
"Dean. I don't think it would we should piss her off. We don't know how strong she really is." The tall one said.
I thought about it for a moment. Dean the tall one called him Dean. And the short annoying one called the giant Sammy. Then it came to me. They must be the Winchester brothers. There was obviously some sort of mistake.
"Are you Dean and Sam Winchester?" I asked. They did not seem surprised that I knew who they were.
"Look someone has done her homework." Dean said sarcastically. Sam gave him a dirty look.
"Yes we are." Sam said.
"Well thank god. There has been a mistake. I'm not who you think I am. We are on the same side here." I told them.
"Says the witch who was standing over the dead body." I was really starting to get sick of Dean and his big mouth. So I looked over to Sam.
"What do you mean we are on the same side?" Sam asked. Dean did not look to happy.
"I'm not the witch you have been looking for. I have been tracking her two for a few weeks now. She always gets away though. This time I was close I got there only a few minutes after her." I told them.
"Do you really expect us to believe that? Sam she's yanking your chain. The description we have is of a small white witch with long dark hair. We track down the next victim and we find a small white witch with long dark hair standing over his dead body. Why are you even questioning it? She is obviously the one we have been looking for?" He then turned his attention to me. "We know this is not personal. You're a hit man. Well women. So the real question is who do you work for?"
I can't believe he is really this stupid.
"I can tell you who the witch you're looking for works for. I have known that all along. But I'm not her." I told him with a smile. "My name is Brittany Halliwell. If you don't believe me look in my bag. I have an id." Dean had no reaction to my name at all proving what an idiot he really was. Sam on the other hand was not so clueless.
"Halliwell. Halliwell why does that name sound so familiar?" He knew there was something there that he should remember but could not. He picked up my bag from the floor and looked through it. He pulled out my id.
"She's telling the truth. Her name is Brittany Halliwell. Age 21. From San Diego." He seemed to be in thought.
"So she's telling the truth about her name that does not mean she's not a killer. I mean Sam she's a freaking witch."
"Dean untie her."
"What? Have you lost your mind?"
"No she's a Halliwell." Dean shrugged as if my name meant nothing to him.
"Oh come on Dean. Do you ever pay attention to anything?" Sam asked.
"Well some times." Dean said.
"The Halliwell's, the charmed one. Three witch sisters chosen to save the world. Any of this ringing a bell?"
"Sorry drawing a blank." He said.
"Just untie her. She's on our side."
Dean did what he said and untied me reluctantly. He would not stop glaring at me and it was made worse by the fact that Sam took down the amulets.
"I'm sorry about hitting you on the head." Sam said. Dean said nothing.
"It's fine, shit happens." I let them both know.
"So why don't you tell us how you ended up standing over a dead body." Dean kind of snapped at me.
"Well four weeks back this witch passed through my town and killed a close friend."
"You talking about the cop. Chris something." Dean said.
"Yes. He was a cop. We grew up together. That's when I jumped on her trail. I soon found out that it was not as simple as just my friend. I have been tracking her sense." I told them.
"You just left. Your family just let you go. By yourself?" Sam asked.
"They did not want me to go, but they know that when I want to do something they can't stop me."
"You're just a little girl." Dead said. "What they could not hold you down." He had just officially pissed me off.
"This little girl comes from a family of witch's that have been hunting and killing demons before America was even discovered. This little girl killed her first demon when she was two. I know who you guys are and what you have done but you need to know that you are not even on this little girl's level. And you should really not piss me off."
"Well if you put it that way." Dean said under his breath.
"Two?" Sam asked.
"Yes it's a long story. I don't want to talk about it." I told them both firmly.
"We understand. Rite Dean?" Sam asked. I looked over to him.
"Rite." He said. "So you said that you knew who did hire the witch." Dean said.
"Yes. I know."
"Who is it?" Sam asked.
"The Source."