An Unlikely Companion

Chapter 4

My fingers fumbled through my coat pockets trying to find that number. After what felt like an eternity of searching, I found it. As quickly as I could I punched in the number. I waited in terror as it rang.

"Hello." Said a voice

"Hello, please help me." I said my voice shaking. I was on the verge of tears.

"Who is this and how'd you get this number."

"My name is Alice and this is the number my mom told me to call. Please help something's happened and--"

"Okay hold on. Who is your mother?"

"Annabell. Her name is Annabell."

"We'll be right there." Then he hung up.

I waited for what seemed like years was really only twenty minutes until I heard a knock on the door. I cautiously went to open it.

"Alice?" Said one of the men. I nodded.

After a closer I look, I said, "Aren't you the FBI guys?"

"We'll worry about that later. This is Sam--he pointed to the long haired guy--and I'm Dean."

"Come in."

I explained to them what happened and their response almost made me faint.

"Well, Alice," said Sam, "it sounds like your parents were hunters."

"Hunters? My parents could barely kill a squirrel--"

"Whoa whoa whoa, not that kind of hunter." Said Dean

"Wait, like demon hunters? Like in the show Supernatural?"

"Exactly like that. We're the Winchesters." said Dean

"Are all the characters real?"

"Yes, they are." said Sam "listen we used to hunt with your parents. That's how they knew us. We already traced the call you received and," he swallowed hard, "I'm so sorry."

"It was a Hellhound that killed Marge wasn't it?"

Sam nodded. Just out of no where appeared my substitute teacher Crowley.

"Well, look what we have here." He said with a playful grin. "The Winchesters and their pet."

I rose up infuriated. "I AM NOT THEIR PET!" I shouted

"Calm down, I didn't mean to upset you. It's a compliment really."

"Go to Hell." I spit

"Been there done that. Lovely place really."

"What do you want, Crowley?" demanded Dean

"Why, shouldn't this poor girl make her choice?"

"Make my choice for what?"

"You could stay with Moose and Squirrel and always be on the run, or," he smirked, "you could stay with me, where you'll always be safe. Your choice, love." Crowley vanished.

"Don't listen him, he doesn't know--"

"He has a point." I say "it's my life I'll make my choices."

Days passed as I thought on it. Finally, on the fifth day I made my choice.