Violet’s P.O.V.
“Z get in here! I found the Winchesters’ cell number!” I yelled at Zelda from across the apartment and threw the phone at her. “Press send.”
“Hello? Is Sam or Dean Winchester around?” Zelda asked to whoever was on the other end. “Sam? Okay yes, my name is Zelda Shea. My sister and I are hunters, like yourself. We would like to meet you and your brother for some questions. … Yes.. We’re in Montana. ... You will? … No you don’t have to do that we can meet halfway. … You were? … Alright sweet, I’ll text you our address and we’ll see you then. Yes. Thank you so much, Sam. Buh-bye.” Zelda finally hung up.
“Jesus Motor mouth. What did they say?” I laughed at her.
“They’ll be here in a couple of hours. They were on their way this way anyway.” Zelda tossed me the phone, “Send them a text with Uncle Sawyer’s address, I can never remember the house number.”
I texted the boys, grabbed the keys, and sang “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz.” and skipped out the door without waiting for Zelda.
Three hours later we were cooking dinner with Uncle Sawyer when Sam and Dean finally showed up. Zelda and I heard the dogs go berserk when they pulled in the driveway. We ran to the door eager to see what they looked like. Their car... the most beautiful car I have ever seen in my entire life. They drove a 67’ Impala, that car was the sexiest car I have ever seen, well next to mine of course. I ran out the house and when they stopped, I walked around the car, admiring it.
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Hands off the car lady!” The guy driving the car yelled at me. He was just as gorgeous as the car.
“Cool your jets man, I’m not touching it” I held my hands up and laughed. “Just admiring this beautiful Impala. It’s a 67’, right?” I stand up straight, smile, and hold out my hand. “I’m Violet, my sister called you guys.”
The beautiful man creature shakes my hand, “Nice, a lady that knows her cars. Yes it’s a 67’ and I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.”
The other Winchester was watching us, “Damn it Dean, Stop flirting and get in the damn house, I smell food!” I assumed he was Sam, and to me it looks like he caught my sisters eye. I laughed. Maybe this will be a good thing? Zelda and I may actually have found some... friends.
“Z, Vi, Winchester boys, come on in, dinner’s getting cold!” Uncle Sawyer yelled from the door, taking off his apron.
The Winchester boys ran into the house like they were starving children. Zelda and i laughed and followed suit. Uncle Sawyer was already deep into a conversation with the brothers by the time we made it in. Typical.
“.. So then, the vampire tried to get me, right? Well, the dumbass forgot the sun had just risen so I threw open the curtains and BOOM! The bitch was gone” Uncle Sawyer laughed as he reminisced in his favorite kill. I couldn’t hold back my smile, I loved seeing him happy. It’s rare to catch a smile or a laugh from him since his sister, our mother, was murdered by Yellow Eyes.
“Damn it, are you done talking yet?” Zelda looked at Uncle Sawyer, she was very impatient tonight. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let’s get down to business. What did you ladies call us here for?” Dean spoke, all business, no humor whatsoever.
At that moment, Cas did his teleporting voodoo and sat in the open chair beside me. “Damn it Cas! What did I tell you about your entrances. Work on them!” I gave him an evil stare, the Winchester brothers jumped from their seats. Dean was reaching for a gun in his jacket. “NO DEAN DON’T!! He’s a friend.”
“I, what you say, come in peace.” Cas responded and the boys sat down, “We require some information on the demon, Azazel.”
“Azazel killed our parents when we were just sixteen.” Zelda spoke up before the boys could.
“Azazel killed our mother. I was just a baby, Dean knows more about what happened that night than I do.” Sam looked at the both of us, sadness in his eyes.
“Yes, our buddy Yellow eyes consumed our mother in flames. My father, couldn’t do anything for her.” he sounded depressed as well.
“We are looking for Azazel and our friend here,” Zelda points to Castiel, “informed us that you had some information on him that we could use.”
“Ten years before our mother died, she had a wish granted, but the only way he would grant it was if he could come into her home ten years later. I’m assuming your parents did the same.That night, the night Azazel took our mother, he fed Sammy boy some of his demon juice.” Dean informs us.
“What he means by that is Azazel fed me his blood. Azazel often feeds his blood to young children. This way they develop demonic powers as they mature, but that doesn’t matter right now. Right now we are searching for the Colt.” Sam speaks up.
Uncle Sawyer gasps, “The gun capable of killing anything and everything?”
“Yes sir. The 1835 Colt Paterson revolver. There are only 13 original bullets left. Anything shot with one of the original 13 will die. Even these assholes” Dean says, reffering to the Demons we hunt.
“But demons don’t ever truly die, they just go back to hell, right?” I asked, taken aback by this new information flowing toward me.
“Yes, Violet you are correct,” Uncle Sawyer answers me, “but with the colt, it will perish for good. Nothing left of the monster.”
“Cool.” Zelda mumbles under her breath, smiling. “Let’s go find the thing and get rid of the bastard.”
“Well little lady, that is going to be an issue.” Dean replied.
“Why the hell is it an issue? It’s a gun, how hard will it be to find?” I dropped my fork and gave Dean a mean look.
“Well, Azazel currently has the weapon.” Sam said, leaving everyone at the table speechless.
