After sitting in the car not talking for about an hour I could not take it anymore.
"So were really just going to sit here all day and stare at her house?" I asked them.
"Yes." Dean answered.
"Why don't we just go up to the door and tell her she's in danger. It's not like she don't know about witches and stuff. We know she does." I told them. I just desperately wanted out of the back seat of this car.
"Because if we do that the witch might notice and get scared away." Sam answered this time.
"She is not going to get scared away." I mumbled under my breath.
"And why is that?" Dean asked.
What does he have super hearing or something?
"Because if she fails The Source will kill her. She would rather take her chances with us then face him." I snapped at him.
"Calm down it was just a question." He said to me. "I'm still not convinced that you're the witch we are looking for."
"This is unbelievable." I replied.
"Dean." Sam pleaded. "I have more impotent things to do then watch you to kill each other." He said.
Sadly he was rite. Even though the idea of me ending Dean's life did not bother me at all. No I can't be thinking like that. It's not rite to think about killing people. I told myself even though I could not help but smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Dean asked me.
"Nothing." I lied to him. "Could we at least do something to pass the time?" I asked.
I have never sat in one place for so long in my entire life and I really just needed to do something or I was going to do insane.
"We could play never have I ever." Dean said.
"The drinking game. You can't be serious." Sam said to him.
"Of course I'm not. Can you shut her up." He told Sam.
"I'm rite here. You don't need to talk about me like I'm not here." I snapped at him.
"Whatever." He said.
We sat there in silence for what felt like forever. Finally Sam broke the silence.
"So why has no one ever tried to kill Cole if they know he is The Source?" He asked.
"They have." I said. "He has been killed a few times. He's just to smart and determined He always finds a way to come back."
"How long sense the last time he was killed?" Dean asked.
"A little over twenty years." I told him. "Can we talk about something else?" I asked them.
"Yah of course." Sam said.
Dean just looked at me suspiciously.
We sat in silence for a while. Dean even fell asleep. Sam was rite he did snore. As annoying as the sound was I preferred it way more than the sound of his voice.
"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked reminding me that he was still awake.
"Yes." I told him.
"What happened with that demon you killed when you were a kid?" He asked.
"There's nothing much to tell. He snuck into my house when I was a kid and tried to take me from my home. I don't even remember it but from what I was told when he tried to grab me my magic just instinctively protected me form danger. By the time my mom answered my cries he was already dead. They don't even know what really happened. It happens sometimes." I said instantly wishing I left out the last part.
"What does?" He asked.
"Sometimes when I feel like I am in danger. The threat it just dies. I don't even mean to do anything but my magic. It's like sometimes it thinks for itself." I told him. "It only happens when I'm in danger though. I have never killed a good guy. Only demons."
He seemed to be taking in what I said. He was obviously worried about what I just told him. It was all over his face but he seemed to be excepting it.
"It's scary. To not be in control." He said like he understood what I was talking about. The look on his face sad he actually did.
"To not be in control of what?" Dean asked choosing this moment to wake up.
"Nothing." Sam said.
"Fine whatever don't tell me." He said annoyed.
"Dean." I said.
"No it's all rite. If you two want to have secret conversations that do not include me that's all right. Just don't expect me to like it."
"Dean shut up and looks." I told him as I latterly placed my hands on his face and spun his head around so he was facing the front of the car.
Standing at the door way of the house we have been watching all day. Was a small little girl. Now that I saw her I could see why they confused me for her. We really did look alike. We were about the same height. She may be a little taller than me but the similarities did not stop there. She also had long dark hair that reached half way down her back. Her pale skin that matched mine was also covered with tattoos. From what I could see which was a lot because she was wearing a skimpy tang top. She had more than me. Her tattoos contain of two full sleeves and a chest peace. I have tattoos on both of my arms as well but they only cover the top parts.
"Wow. She does look like me." I said.
"Let's go." Dead said the second she walked through the door to the house.
We still had sometime before midnight but we were not going to be wasting any more time.
They quickly ran to the back of their car and opened up there trunk. It was full of all sorts of weapons. Dean grabbed a gun and what looked to be a machete. Sam also got a gun but also a small dagger that seemed to have some writing on it.
I became slightly aware that I was the only one without an actual weapon. But then I calmed down and remembered that was because I did not need one.
"Let's go kick some witch ass." Dean said as we headed towards the house.