I woke up from a loud banging on my door. I quickly shot up and grabbed the knife I had under my pillow. I looked over to the clock that sat on the table next to the bed. It was four o'clock in the morning. However was at my door better been planning on killing me, it's very rare that I get to sleep and when I do I don't like to be woken up.
I stood behind the door and slowly pulled it open. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness as the figure walked into the room. I raised my hand above my head ready to strike when my sight came into full focus and I could see who the intruder was.
"I'm behind you." I said as Dean jumped almost a foot of the ground.
"What's wrong with you? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He snapped at me through slightly gasping breaths.
"Sorry." I said as I turned on the light.
"If I knew you were such a girl I would not have snuck up on you."
"I'm not a girl." He responded.
"If that's what you want to tell yourself. Is there a reason that you where banging on my door this early?" I asked him.
"Where ready to go." He told me in a stern voice.
I recalled all that happened yesterday and unfortunately it was not a dream. I was stuck hunting down this witch with the Winchesters. Not that the help would not be good but I did not like to surround myself with humans. Even ones who know as much about my world as the Winchesters. They just never understand. Now that I think about it no one ever understand.
When I pulled myself out of my own head I was meet by Dean's judgmental eyes.
"Get out." I told him.
"What?" Was all he said.
"Get the fuck out of my room." I told him.
He just stood there like an idiot looking at me. Like he could not believe someone would talk to him that way.
"I need to change." I told him. He finally seamed to understand what was happening around him and turned and walked out of my room. I quickly slammed the door shut behind him with my mind.
I quickly pulled on new jeans and a white tea and made my way outside.
The two of them where standing out there leaning against their car.
"I'm ready." I told them as I shut the door behind me.
"It's about time." Dean said.
I just chose to ignore him and made my way over to my car.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asked.
I did not understand the question so I turned around to face him.
"To my car."
"I don't think so. You're coming with us." He said.
"What you still don't trust me? I thought we were past this." I told him.
"It's not that it's your car." He said.
"What about my car?" I asked a little to annoyed.
"It does not exactly blend in." Sam said. I could tell he was trying to avoid the argument that he knew was coming.
Unfortunately he was rite.
"Don't listen to him baby. You're perfect just the way you are." I told my car as I rubbed her hood.
The look I was getting from the two of them when I looked back to them was priceless. Dean's eyes were wide as if he was surprised. Sam was chuckling softly.
"See I am not the only one who talks to their car." Dean said to Sam.
"Oh my god." Sam said before he turned around and walked to the other side of their car.
"Are you coming?" He asked.
I took one last look at my baby and walked over to their car.
"You know your car is not any less flashy then mine." I said before I climbed into the back seat.
We started to drive off. We sat there in silence for a few minutes until I finally spoke up.
"So were we heading?" I asked.
"To get some breakfast." Dean answered.
"Breakfast. We don't have time for breakfast. We need to find Victoria Newman." I yelled at him.
"First things first there is always time for bacon. Second Sam found her last night."
I looked over to Sam who had a smug look on his face.
"How?" I asked.
"Something called the internet." He said.
I had to fight back the erge to punch him in the back of the head. How could I have not thought to check the internet?
"She is a rookie cop so it was difficult, but she was involved in some drug bust a few months that got her picture in the paper. I took her name and picture and found her on Facebook and figured out where she lived from some pictures." He told me.
"So see breakfast." Dean said as he continued to drive.
We sat there in silence for the rest of the way.
He finally pulled over at a small dinner that had a statue of a pig in an apron standing out front of it.
He got a huge grin on his face as if he just found the Holy Grail and rushed out of the care. Sam stayed behind to help me out of the back seat.
"He really likes to eat." Sam told me.
"I can tell." I responded as we fallowed him inside.
I have no idea how the two of them get anything done.
We only had to wait a few minutes before being seated in a booth. Sam and Dean sat on one side and I across from them. They both avoided sitting next to me like I was caring the plague.
Whatever why do you care? When this is all done you will never have to see either of them again. I told myself before looking at the menu.
It felt like forever before the waitress came over to take our order.
"Hello my name is Susie. What can I get you today?" She asked politely.
She was young and very pretty. She was in her early twenties and had the most nice blond hair. I wish I had hair like that instead of my boring chocolate brown hair. Hers was perfectly strait also something I could never get my waist length wild main to do. My hair just never wanted to corporate and that's why I always kept it up and out of the way.
"Yes I would like a coffee." Dean said with a big smile. Could he make it any more obvious that he was checking her out?
"I would like an orange juice please." Sam said very politely.
"And for you?" She asked.
"I'll have a coke." I said.
I loved coke it was practically all I drank. There was never a time where I did not want to drink coke. It was one of my obsessions.
"Were also ready to order." Dean told her.
I looked over to him wanting to strangle him. I was no were near ready to order. It was strange to me how he managed to get under my skin for even the littlest things. Usually I am the easiest to get along with. I'm the type of girl who just wants to have fun an don't judge anyone around me. I usually just let everyone do their own thing not letting anyone get to me, but there was something about him that really pissed me off.
This is why I don't hang out with humans.
I could not wait to get away from them and back to my friends. Well friend. I only had one friend and he was waiting for me back in California. The rest of my friends where more like buddies.
"I will have the hungry man breakfast with extra bacon and ham." Dean said.
I looked over to him.
"What?" He said.
"Nothing. It's not like you will be a great lose to the world when you die from a heart attack." I told him.
The waitress laughed. I looked over to her with a smile. I liked her a little more.
"And for you?" She asked Sam.
"I'll have a veggie omelet."
"And you?" She asked me.
"French toast and scrambled eggs. Please."
She wrote down our orders and then walked away. We sat there in silence as we waited for our food to come. Even when it did we all eat in silence. This was turning into the most uncomfortable thing I have ever experienced.
When the bill came she handed Sam the check and me a napkin. I was confused for a second until I looked at the napkin. I looked at it and smiled. It had her name and her phone number on it. I looked back up at her and smiled and she turned and walked away.
"What's on the napkin?" Sam asked.
"Her phone number." I said and held it up to show them.
Dean looked at it confused for a moment.
"Well that makes sense." He said.
"What does?" I asked him.
"Why she was not interested in me. She's gay." He said with a smile.
"Yes because there is no way a straight girl could not be interested in you." I said to him sarcastically.
"Hey you said it and not me." He said.
"Come on we should get going." Sam said ending are conversation.
We quietly walked out of the dinner. I could feel the waitress's eyes on me. I could not help but smile as we walked out the door. Once we were inside the car and driving away Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror.
"So are you?" He asked me.
"Am I what?" I asked him confused.
"You know. Gay."
This time it was Sam who looked at me in the mirror. As if he was wondering the same thing.
"Am I gay? No I'm not gay." I told them.
From what I could see in the mirror it looked like Sam was relived with my answer. I could not help but wonder why.
"But that does not mean that I do not enjoy the company of other women." I told them.
This cased them both to fully turn around and look at me.
"Eyes on the road." I told Dean.
"So you.." he trailed off.
"I think the word is bisexual." I told him. "Now if were done talking about my sex life I believe we have something we are supposed to be doing." I told him.
"Oh ya. Umm. Sam." He stuttered. I was happy that I finally was able to shut him up.
"Where almost there. Just take the next right." He told Dean.
We turned onto the next street.
"Pull over rite there." Sam told Dean and he listened.
"That's here house rite there." Sam said and pointed at a little white ranch style house.
"What now?" I asked.
"We wait" Dean said.
I looked at the clock and it was almost ten am. The attack would not take place until midnight.
This is going to be one long day.