Sam and Dean got into their Black Chevy Impala. 1967 I think. It was a nice car. I got into my blue two striped 1999 Dodge Viper. I liked mine a lot more then there's. Even Dean even seemed to be a little impressed. I quickly pulled out of the small lot and they followed.
As I was driving I found that I could not stop thinking about the Winchesters. I found that I was actually jealous of them. They did this together. They had company in that car. It seemed like I never had any one with me. The only one of my family that was ever willing to come with me was Wyatt. Everyone else looked at me like an out sider. Even my three sisters never really wanted to be around me unless they had to. I'm just so different from them. I was not as close to one person in my family as these two where to each other. The thought of how in my 21 years of life I have never felt as close to any one as them two idiots. I cried even thought I would not ever let anyone know that. I cried and then the next thing I knew I was there.
The first thing we did when we got into town was look for a place to stay. We found this cheap little inn. That seemed to be where these two liked to stay. We went up to the really skinny old man that sat behind the front desk.
"We would like a room?" Dean said to the man who looked up from the paper he was reading and gave us a look over. He chuckled then handed Dean one room key.
"Have fun." The old man told us. It did not magic to know that this guy was thinking sick thoughts about the three of us. Dean sort of smiled as if he was happy the guy was thinking what he was. So I pushed him a side.
"We need two rooms." I told him. He blushed a little then handed me a key of my own. "Thanks." I said as I stormed off.
When I got to my room it was the last room all the way down the line. Sam and Deans was right next to me. I went in and threw my bag down and sat on the bed. I pulled out my cell phone and saw that I had ten missed calls sense I checked last. All from Wyatt. He is the only one who knows how it is to be me. Everyone in are family look at him the same way. They're scared. Scared that one day he might snap and try to take over the world or something. I thought about calling him back but I had nothing to say to him. What was I going to tell him? That I failed again, that I'm not coming home. I shut my phone and put it back in my bag. If they really needed me Aunt Page, Leo, Wyatt, or Chris, or Prudence would all be able to just orb over to me. There is really no need for the phone.
I pulled out the file I had in my bag that contained the hit list the witch was following. I then pulled out the phone book from the bed side table. I opened it up to the rite page. I looked it over there where seven Victoria Newman's in this town but the only one we were looking for was a cop. Then there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Sam standing on the other side of the door.
"What?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No nothing's wrong. I just came to tell you that Dean went to get us something to eat then we are ready to leave when you are." It was so weird how different he was from his brother. I was not used to being around someone who was not scared of me. Even Dean was scared of me. I motioned for him to come in and he did. He sat down in one of the little chairs that sat around the small table in the corner. It was hard not to laugh because he looked like a giant sitting in that little chair.
"If you don't mind me asking what the hell is wrong with your brother?"
"What do you mean?" He responded even though he knew dame well what I meant.
"I don't know the fact that he is a complete ass." I told him.
"He will worm up once he gets to know you. I promise. He just doesn't trust people. We have been lied to a lot."
"Well why aren't you such a jack ass?"
"I don't know he had it a lot harder than me." He seemed to be sad for the first time sense I met him so I stopped asking questions about Dean.
"So is this who we are looking for?" He asked.
"Yes."
"So do you know where she lives?"
"Well there's seven in this city. I have all of their addresses. We just have to find the right one."
"Hopefully we find her in time." He said looking rather sad. I could tell he did not like to lose people. It really seemed to affect him thinking that he might lose an innocent.
"We have until midnight tomorrow to find her. It's going to be fine. We will get her this time." I told him.
"We?" He asked.
"Yes we. Your hear with me aren't you. We are working together. So to my dislike it is we."
He laughed in a playful way. It is the first time I have seen him really smile sense I met him. He had such a nice smile. I found my eyes lingering on his face for a moment to long and looked away blushing. I hope he did not see me blush. He quickly changed the subject.
"So why have I not herd about you?" He asked.
"What?" The question made no sense to me.
"Well I have heard about your whole family but I don't ever remember hearing your name. I know your not Piper's daughter. She has two boys and a teenage girl. All half White Lighters. Your not half White Lighter."
"No I'm not."
"So no White Lighter at all?"
"No White Lighter at all." I repeated.
"So that leaves out Page. You must be one of Phoebes then."
"I am." I said. It made me feel even more alone that someone who seemed to know about my entire family had known idea I existed.
"So your half cupid then?" He asked.
"No I'm not." I said a little pissed.
"I thought all her kids where cupped. They call them the charmed ones of love." I gave him a look that made it very clear I found that insulting.
"Does that sound like me at all?" I snapped at him.
"Well I have never met a cupid so I would not know how they act."
"Let's just say I'm my family's dirty little secret. No one knows about me because they don't won't them to. I really don't want to talk about this anymore." I felt like if we kept talking I was going to start crying and that was something I did not want to do in front of Sam.
"I'm sorry. That must be rough. I promise I won't bring it up again."
"Good." I said.
"Just know that if you ever do want to talk about it I will listen." I could not help but smile a little. He was genuinely a nice guy I could tell. He smiled back at me with his perfect smile. His eye's seemed to lighten up a little but the moment did not last long because Dean walked in. He just walked in as if this was his room and not mine.
He walked in and shut the door before he even looked up from the stuff he had in his hands.
"Please tell me I'm not breaking something up." He said sort of in an aggravated tone.
"No Dean. We were just talking." Sam responded.
I have not know them long but it was easy to see that Sam felt like he always had to explain himself to Dean. Dean needs to learn to let his brother make his own decisions. I looked away obviously agitated.
"So do you eat meat?" Dean asked without even making eye contact.
"I eat meat." I said to him. He handed me a burger and I grabbed it from him. I ate in silence as Sam filled Dean in about the situation.
"So seven how are we going to find our Victoria Newman." Dean asked.
"We go to the addresses and watch till we find the one who's a cop." I said to him. He really gets on my nerves. I found that I really don't like him. Which really made no sense because I do not even know him. There is just something there that I can't stand.
When we finished eating we agreed it was time to get some sleep. It was 10 pm already and we were going to get start are search bright and early. When we were done and I showed the boys the way out. I grabbed my bag and placed it on the bed. I opened it up and quickly looked inside everything I needed was still in there. Not like it would go anywhere but I still check every night before I go to bed. Just to be shore.
I placed the bag under the bed and laid down. I stared up at the ceiling. I tried to fall asleep but I just laid there and looked up at the ceiling. No matter how much I tried I never fall asleep. Not really. Even when I am able to sleep. It's so lightly that even the faintest noise would wake me and it's impossible for me to fall back asleep.
As I laid there I could hear what sounded like an argument coming from Sam, and Dean's room. I could not hear what was happening just the low mumbles of an argument. I closed off all my other senses and what I call opening up my ears. I was able to shut down my other senses to make one work better. I could hear them now nothing was wrong the argument was just between them two. I was about to tune it out when I realized what it was they were fighting about.
"I don't trust her Sam."
"Why? She has given us no reason not to trust her. So what's your problem?" Sam said.
"Why? What's my problem? You have got to be kidding me. How about the fact that we found her standing over a dead body. How about that?"
"She explained that. She's after the same person we are."
"So she says. How do we know she's not bringing us on a wild goose chase?" Dean asked.
"I think if she wanted to kill us she would have done it by know. She had the opportunity she did have us separated." It seemed that Sam was sticking up for me. At least some one was on my side.
"Sam are you that blind? She's a witch."
"She's a Halliwell." Same snapped back.
"Again I will say so she says. You said it yourself Sam you have never heard of her. That means two things she's either lying, or theirs a very good reason they have kept her hidden. Nether option is a good thing." Dean said.
I tuned it out. I brought back my other senses and went back and lade on the bed I had heard enough. I mean I knew they were thinking these things. But it's still never fun to hear people say things like that about you. I laid there for most of the night with no luck with getting some sleep. I could not seem to stay asleep. I think I got about two hours at the most. I decided I needed some air. I got out of bed, grabbed the knife from under my pillow and walked out the door.