We were all up before dawn the next morning. Sam and Dean went to burn the body of the White Lady and told me not to open the door for anyone. So, being the teenager that I am, I slept until they came back which was around 5 a.m. I hadn't realized how exhausted I had been, but then again I had been up for two days straight.
After I showered, we went and grabbed a light breakfast. Sam and I went down to a local car dealer and sold my car. That was a harder good-bye than I thought it would be. Once that was taken care of, we hit the road. I was giddy with excitement to be in an actual '67 Impala, not to mention the fact that Dean had a huge cassette collection with all of my favorites in it. I guess I finally knew where I got my love for this stuff from!
"So, where are we going?" I asked from the back seat as I finished braiding my hair.
"New Mexico," said Sam, "We have a lead that there might be a skin walker down there."
"A skin what?" I raised an eye brow in confusion.
"A skin walker. According to Navajo legend, a skin-walker is a medicine man or witch who has attained the highest level of priesthood in the tribe, but chose to use his or her power for evil by taking the form of an animal to inflict pain and suffering on others." said Sam
"In the lore, these things are typically seen in the form of a coyote, owl, fox, wolf or crow - although they can turn into any animal they choose." added in Dean, "The last one we ran into was a German Shepard."
"So this thing could be anyone or anything?"
"Yeah, but there is a way to identify it." said Sam, "People have talked of their encounters with these things describe a number of ways in which a skin-walker will try to attack. Some describe hearing knocks on the window or banging on the walls. Others have spotted an animal-like figure peering in through a window. According to Navajo skin-walker legend, they are seldom caught. Those who do track a skin-walker and learn of their true identity have to say the name of the it in full. Once this happens, the skin-walker will get sick or die for the wrongs they have inflicted against others."
"And if that doesn't work we'll shoot it with a silver bullet." chimed in Dean.
"A silver bullet? Like killing a werewolf?" I asked
"Yeah, a silver bullet can kill most shifters, so if the legend doesn't work that's plan b." Sam finished. I nodded my head in understanding.
"Dean, don't you think you should play something Rachel would want to listen to instead of your old cassettes?" Sam stated. Dean sighed and looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"Sorry Rachel, I'm sure you probably want to listen to all the pop shit, like Justin whatever," he said turning down the music. I looked as Dean with a look of horror in my eyes.
"Are you nuts! Why the hell would I listen to that?" Both of them looked surprised by my reaction.
"Don't most kids your age listen to that stuff?"
"I'm not exactly what you call "most kids", I pointed to my AC/DC t-shirt, "That stuff is an offence to music, I mean that's just my opinion. But the thought of playing that in this car would be...would be just plain out wrong!"
Sam looked at Dean with a funny expression, "She is definitely your kid." Dean smiled back at me in the mirror.
"Okay, so if you don't want to listen to that, thank god, what do you want to hear?"
"Driver picks the music, the rest of us shut our mouths and deal with it." I said plainly. Sam started laughing in the passenger seat, "Are you sure she's not you as a girl?" I cocked an eyebrow at Sam.
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Daughter of the Legend: A Supernatural Fanfiction (WATTY AWARDS WINNER 2013)
FanfictionHave you ever known you were meant for more or that there was another piece to the puzzle? I always had known this small town Nevada life wasn't what I was meant for. That's when I lost everything and found out the truth about who I am.... Copyrig...
