Supernatural

Chapter two Wendingos and Diner

"So how many are there?" Dean asked cocking his shotgun. "five." I replied reloading the colt. "Why are you wasting the colts amo?!?" Dean protested. "I have a demon that I buy em' from." "Oh ok- WAIT WHAT?!? YOU BUY THEM FROM A DEMON?" I nodded and changed my direction too the Wendingos trying to get in our sacred circle.
I shot at one and killed it right away. I reloaded. "You could help a bit SAM!" Sam looked up from my uncle Johns journal. "Huh?" He asked. "I think you both got this on your own!" He smirked. a loud screech came from the tree next to us. "Watch out Sammy!" I yelled at Sam as I started leaping from the circle into the forest. "Hey! Get back here!" Bobby yelled. But I was deep in the forest. Another screech came from behind me. I spun around to see the ugly face of three Wendingos. "Adios Bitchiados!" I screamed shooting all three. They fell to the ground and I fist pumped. "Gottem!" I yelled to a flustered Dean chasing me. "What are you? Batman?" He caught his breath. "How can you run that far THAT fast?!??" I smiled, "Track and cross-country."
Sam and Bobby finally emerged from the trees. "Did you get them all?" Bobby asked. I nodded and lowered my gun. "we should go, before the DNR heard those gun shots. They'll think we were hunting because of all of that arsenal in the trunks of our cars. "Lets go." Dean stated pushing back through the forest to the circle. I nodded. But my thoughts where cut off by sirens. "SO OF A BITCH!" Me and Dean yelled in synch. "Come on! " I yelled going back deeper in the forest. "We've gotta hurry!" They all followed me until we found our cars deeper in the woods. I got in my mustang and Sam climbed in too. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked shutting my car door. Sam pointed to Bobby and Dean tearing out of the road into the main one. "Fine!" I yelled stomping on the gas.

I turned on the radio and 'Carry On My Wayward Son,' by Kansas was playing. "Oh! I love this song!" I said as I turned up the radio. Sam chuckled, I turned to him "What?" "Nothing." he chuckled a bit more. "You are exactly like Dean." I shook my head. "Nahh." I rolled down the window and hung my hand out it.

After several hours of Sam arguing with Dean on the phone, I had almost had enough. I pulled over at a diner to get some pie. "Where are you going?!" Sam ordered out the window. "TO GET SOME PIE!" I yelled back not turning around. Deans Impala pulled in next to my Mustang and Dean stepped out. "Where ya going?" Dean asked shutting the car door.
"TO GET SOME DAMN PIE!" I yelled back at him straightening my cargo jacket. "I'll get some too." Dean said walking beside me. "You," I scoffed "Like pie?" Dean nodded. "You can ask Sam, don't get in between me and my pie." I chuckled.

"What type of pie?" The waitress asked, mainly at Dean. She was batting her eyelashes like a mad man. "Apple." me and Dean said in synch. We both laughed it off. The waitress 'accidentally' dropped her pen. "Oops she said leaning down so her cleavage showed. I laughed. "Make sure your eyelashes don't fall off." She scoffed."Like he wants You." I pointed from me too Dean. "First of all he is like my brother, and secondly, I think I hear your phone ringing, probably something about your pole dancing schedule being changed." I flipped her off and took another swig of my beer.

The waitress scurried away and came back with two pie pans. "Here's yours." she said too Dean kindly. "Thanks." he said still cracking up about what I said to her earlier. She dropped mine but I easily caught it. "I think a condom is taped on your hand." I said slamming the pie on the table. The waitress actually checked and then scurried away.
Deans P.O.V
This girl was a freaking clone of me, well in a girl version, first of all, she drove a 60' Mustang, she also drank Beer, most girls wouldn't do either of those, and she was a badass, like co'mon, that's me. And she told off that slut of a waitress. The waitress left and I high fived Katie, "You sure told her." I chucked as I took a sip of my beer. "That waitress looked like she was 10." Katie chuckled. "I couldn't let me Bro be used as a sex symbol now could I?"
I chuckled. Even though it hurt just to be referred to as her 'brother' but it's better then not knowing her. She took a bite of her pie. "This tastes like mule sweat that's been marinating asparagus for three weeks." she spit it out. "What does yours taste like?" I took a bite. "Fine, Like apple pie." She laughed and gulped down half of her beer. "I guess that waitress was a bitch, but I'm sure she is referred as that from her 99+ boyfriends." I choked on my pie and began laughing, "You're exactly like me." I said wiping the pie from the corners of my mouth. "What?" She questioned, "No I'm not." she blushed. "What type of music do you listen do? I'm guessing classic rock." She had a blank expression face. "Well not really-" she was cut off by her phone starting to ring. Detroit Rock City. "Explain then." I said crossing my arms. "I have to take this." she said getting up from the table.

Katie's P.O.V
"Uncle John?!??" I yelled in the phone. "It's me Katie." He said chuckling. "I thought you were dead???!!??" I yelled. "Who is that on the phone?" Dean asked popping his head around the corner. I handed the phone to him.
Deans P.O.V
"Hello?"'I asked a bit confused about Katie's scene. "Dean?" It was John. "Dad?!??" I asked running my fingers through my hair. "What are you doing with Katie?!" He asked concerned. "Hunting trip." I responded. "Where are you?" "I can't tell you, it's for your own safety." he said, I could almost see him running his hand through his hair in frustration. "Well are you Ok?!?" I asked looking back at Katie, who looked like she was going to cry. How the hell am I supposed to comfort a woman?!? What ever, it can't be too hard, I've seen people do it in those stupid romance movies Sam used to watch. I swear, sometimes I think that boy could be gay.
"I'm fine, but the yellow eyed demon is after you." "Not anymore." I scoffed. "WhAt?Yes it is, it won't stop until we kill that son of a bitch." "Katie killed it." I said cutting him off.
"What?" He asked. "Katie killed it, do I need to spell it out for ya?" "What, like, how?!??" I turned to Katie. "The colt, she has it, don't ask me how, but she does."