Supernatural: The Infernal Book

Who Are You

"What exactly are we going to say?" Miles asked once Ryder parked the car beside the Impala.

"I don't know," Ryder said. "I...hadn't really thought that far."

"Uncle J and our parents would have had a plan," Miles groaned.

"Just follow my lead."

Ryder cut the engine and walked along the sidewalk until he and Miles were standing at the door. Aside from the fact that the Impala was parked right in front of a specific room, other rooms appeared vacant, aiding them in their search. Ryder knocked on the door and it promptly opened up. Standing before them was the tall, lanky man they'd seen coming back from the gas station when they were checking the area. Dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt and a brown jacket, he had a stern expression on his face, his brown eyes flashing with intelligent caution. The cousins were just taking in the fact that he was exceptionally handsome when they noticed he was pointing a gun pointed directly at them. Before the cousins could act, a figure came in from behind and pressed a gun against Miles's back.

"Let's take this party inside," a confident male voice said from behind them.

The tall man stepped slowly aside, making room for Ryder and Miles to walk in. Once inside, they were told to sit on the bed and keep their hands visible.

"This is the last time I follow your lead," Miles sighed.

"Look, we aren't here to cause any trouble," Ryder declared. "We're just trying to find Dean and Sam Winchester."

"Who's asking?" the unseen gunman asked as he stepped into view and shut the door behind him.

Ryder's mouth hung open in surprise. Standing there in nothing but a pair of snug blue jeans was what had to be the hottest man he'd seen in a long while. Though not as tall as the other man, he easily cleared six feet and was built with solid, athletic muscle. His dark blond hair was short-cropped and damp. Ryder surmised that he must have just showered, as he had water droplets on his bare, broad chest that slid between his pecs, mingling with the faint trail of hair that danced down his defined abs. It glistened on his smooth skin, causing his muscles to appear even more defined. Ryder's eyes slid down to his waist and briefly admired the perfect V line at his hips before briskly looking back at his face. His expression was stern and all business as he kept a close eye on them, but there was a playful boyishness in his green eyes. "Do you know these guys?" he asked the taller man.

"Nope."

"Me neither." The shirtless man got closer to them, his clean and fresh scent washing over Ryder.

"I'm Ryder Remington," Ryder hastily stammered as he struggled to maintain eye contact. "This is my cousin, Miles."

The shirtless man lifted an eyebrow. "Remington? As in the Remingtons of Belle Crossing?"

Miles let out a deep sigh. "Yes!"

The shirtless man offered a faint smile before shoving his gun in the back of his paints. "Well, you were looking for the Winchesters. And you found us. I'm Dean."

Ryder took Dean's offered hand, noting how warm and rough it felt.

"I'm Sam," the taller man said.

Miles let out a big breath of air and stood up. "Man, am I glad we cleared all that up."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said. "Let's not get too cozy."

"Why were you looking for us?" Sam asked.

Elated that they had finally obtained an audience with the brothers, Ryder and Miles immediately began their tale. They started from the very beginning- explaining how they came home to their family house and were immediately met with the demonic attack on their uncle. As they explained the circumstances, Dean and Sam paid close attention while maintaining poker faces. The brothers were so unreadable that Ryder couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking the entire time he and Miles were taking turns telling them every detail. By the time they finished, the brothers continued the air of detached attention.