To Hunt or Be Hunted

Angel With a Shotgun

"I don't care. Lock me out of here but, you know where you wont lock me out of?" she asks.

Lifting her hand she laid it over his heart, and left with the sound of broken glass hitting the ground.

"I don't particularly like it when she's right."

~

"I don't understand it." Sam said.

There he stood, seeing Kainda, and Winda in perfect condition. Running a hand through his hair he furrowed his eyebrows as he turned back towards his older brother. Swallowing a mouth full of his tar tasting coffee he let out a grunt of disapproval, and shook his head.

"I don't either. Broken ribs don't heal over night, Especially with how hard she was thrown across the room." he replied.

"Then what is it? God, this is gonna bug me." Sam said, not able to let this thought go away.

"Well, we're gonna have to let it go for now. We've got a case to work on. Has to be the work of demons, Sammy." he said, tossing a news paper towards the younger sibling.

"Let's go."

~

"But, I want love, just a different love! I want love, won't break me down!"

Singing in sync, Winda, and Dean sang.

"It's not singing if you're yelling, you know that right?" Sam chuckled.

"Shhhh. I don't care." Winda said covering, Sam's mouth with her hand as she giggled, and continued to sing

"This is why we can't have nice things, Windy."

~

Pulling up to the motel, Dean puts the car in park, and laughs.

"We can have our own rooms now right?" he chuckled.

"Yes." Kainda chuckles.

"I will end you." Winda laughs as she stumbles out of the car but, catches her balance before falling.

Locking eyes with Kainda she tries to keep a serious face but, fails as they both bust out laughing.

"Sue me." she says between breaths of laughter.

After composing themselves they walk up to the front office, and pay for 24 hours. Grabbing their key they walk to their room, and throw their stuff on their individual beds. Sighing Kainda pulls at her dirty clothes, and locks her eyes on the bathroom door.