"Did you just throw a shoe at me?"
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Bianca Bellamy is the daughter of an unknown vampire and Crowley: the King of Hell. From the moment she was born, chaos always followed her. Objects would explode into fire, storm clouds of boiling hot...
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"Any luck with Chet here?" I asked as I walked down the stairs of Bobby's cabin to see the three men interrogating Chet the demon.
"Nada." Sam shook his head as I walked over to him.
Chet gave me a once-over, a smile coming to his face. "I'll tell you something, hot stuff."
Dean holds his hand out to Bobby. "Chainsaw. Now."
Chet laughed and looked at Dean. "I really get under your skin, don't I, buddy?"
Dean ignores his question. "How'd you find us?"
"It was easy. I used pattern-recognition software and a basic heuristic algorithm to track your known aliases."
Bobby sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Great. Just what we need—a Mensa monster.
"All right. Let's just start with the start. Where'd you get our aliases?" Sam asked.
"From your trench-coated friend, obviously. When we were all nestled in at Camp Cas, kind of got the full download. That's just how we do."
"So why are you talking to us, Chet? You're not dumb. Why you spilling state secrets?" I asked.
Chet looked at me. "'Cause I'm not scared of you. You can't stop me. You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed, you stupid little chewtoys. You are aware that I'm the least of your concerns, right?"
I looked at Dean and Sam.
Chet smiled, "Oh. You haven't watched the news today, have you?"
Bobby walked up the steps of the basement with us following, heading into the living room and turning on the television to the news channel, where a reporter was standing directly outside of a bank, a clip of Sam and Deanplaying of them robbing the bank.
"'The two men, who up until today were presumed dead, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors. Sam and Dean Winchester are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California.'"
I blow out a sigh and scratch behind my neck, making Dean look at me oddly.
"You think they're hot, don't you?" He said.
"What? No." I denied.
"Bianca, you scratch behind your neck when you get hot and bothered." Dean said. "I would know."
