Hunter Unknown

Late Night Fright

Dean's POV
     *this is supposed to be read before the previous chapter, but will have no real effect on anything.*

      It had been a hell of a day that's for sure.  There is something about this chick I just dont know what. And what the hell is with that name. I rolled my eyes before running my hand under the water and over my face.  Looking in the mirror, I realized just how tired I was.  It was late and I knew I wouldn't be getting a deep sleep having this stranger across the hall from me. That's probably why Sam gave her the room, so I could lie awake playing warden while he gets his beauty sleep.

    I took off my clothes and changed into a fresh black tee shirt and plaid night pants.  I fell onto my bed, ready to sleepaway the stress.  No matter how hard I willed it to, sleep never came.  Every once in a while I'd start to doze off then I'd be wide awake once again.  Well this sucks major ass.

     I was staring into the dark thinking about Cas and his missing Grace, how he was willing to help Sam and I even though his borrowed grace was slowly fading.  I had to chuckle to myself when I realized how screwed up we all are.  Maybe Sam's right, maybe this chick could be a good thing.  Who knows, with her help maybe we can find a way to get rid of this mark and get Cas his grace back.  I was becoming optimistic in my sleep deprived state.  At least she's hot. I added to my thoughts, how bad could it be having a smokin chick around who can protect herself, who knows what's going on and doesn't have to be lied to.  In a completely nonweird segway, my thoughts turned to Jodie, Charlie, even  Ellen, and Jo.  I was no longer optimistic.  She isn't much older than Jo.  Jo knew what was at stake and look what happened to her.  But Jo was an amateur, this chick has been in the field actually hunting for what like ten years? My mind rebuttalled.  I wonder what Charlie would think of her. I smiled at the thought of Charlie.  Knowing her she'd be very interested in this chick, hell she'd probably make more passes at her than I would.

     I rolled over giving my thoughts a rest.  Enough of all the sappy reminiscing. I now felt like I could go to sleep and get a solid 6 hours in.  Suddenly I jerked awake, reflexively reaching under my pillow and grasping my gun.  Loud yelling and pleading was coming through my door.  "No." I heard the voice beg, sounding as if the throat was being torn by the noise that travelled up through it. My body sprung into action, with gun in hand I stood in the hall for a moment orienting myself and finding the source of the noise.  Then a sharp, bloodcurtling scream rang in my ears as I flung open the door and stood watching her flailing figure.  Sam was in the room behind me in a moment.  He went around the other side of the bed.  Not knowing what else to do he tried waking her by grabbing a hold of her shoulders, but this only made her thrashing worse.  It was as if she was being attacked by some unseen force.  I wrapped my hand around her forearm arm and pushed it down beside her head to stop her assault on Sam.  Sam did the same with her other arm and grabbed her face in one of his large hands.

"Eli wake up, wake up Eli it's okay." He roughly whispered.  She woke with a start and like a caged animal she was stunned at first, not moving.  She looked from my face to Sam's and back then pushed herself up the bed and against the wall hugging her knees.  My body froze from the way she had looked at me like I was the one attacking her.  Her eyes were wide and wild with fear then shocking disbelief.  Sam had been cautious too removing his hands like he had touched a hot stove and throwing them up in a not quilty way when she so quickly woke.

   She sat there, head tilted back, taking in deep breathes and releasing them as though expelling the evil that had caused her such distress.  She wouldn't look up when Sam asked if she was okay.  When she finally did the fear in her eyes had allowed shame to seep in. 

   I knew it- I could see the signs.  The shaking hands, trembling body from fear driven sweats, the wild look in her eyes, and of course the shame- shame of being caught in such a pitiful and weak moment.  I've seen it- felt it on my own skin.  I would ask her about it later, but I knew.

Sam's POV

      After Dean was done roughly interrogating Eli, I showed her to the empty room across from Dean's.  I went back to my room and began to pour through more lore, to see if there was anything at all that would help Dean.  My eyesight blurred as I grew increasingly tired. I periodically tried to rub away the sleep with my fist, but it was no use. 

      I woke up having apparently fallen asleep on my notes and books.  Looking at the clock, it read 1:15 am in large red digits.  Pushing myself up from my desk I stretched and started shuffling my way to bed when I heard a noise.  I paused and listened nervously.  It had sounded like loud voices, then all at once I heard doors opening and a scream that send immediate adrenaline throughout my body and flashing signals to my now alert brain. Without truly thinking I bounded down the hall, reaching Eli's and Dean's rooms I saw both doors open.  My eyes adjusted to see Dean's figure standing in Eli's room and  for a moment I felt sick to my stomach as a terrible thought struck me.  What if Dean had done something.  What if the mark had made him lose it.  What if he was out for blood.  I realized I didn't have my gun but went up behind Dean and saw what was going on.  Eli was in a violent fit, fighting off an imaginary attacker.  I ran around the bed and tried shaking her out of it, but her violence was directed toward me as she began scratching and hitting me.  Dean finally jumped into action holding her right arm back from continuing to berate me.  I followed suit pleading with her to wake up. 

       When she finally awoke she looked almost inhuman.  Like someone whose demons had just been exorcised.  She looked wild and unpredictable, but she quickly reigned herself in.  She leaned into the wall and away from Dean and I as much as she could, as if we were poisoning the air.  She took in deep breaths trying to calm herself.  I wasn't sure if she was even fully present.  I went to her bathroom to dampen a wash clothe with cool water and returned handing it to her.   I had never witnessed such a strange incident. Okay I guess that's a lie seeing as how I hunt monsters for a living, but still.