Dean grabbed the demon's dead body off the ground and carried it out into my backyard.
"Sorry about the mess," Sam said, reassuring that the door would get fixed.
"It's fine. A little mess is better than dying." I laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled a little, but we both knew the moment was awkward.
"So where are you guys going when you leave tomorrow?"
"Oh we'll find somewhere."
"Well you're welcome to stay here until you have a place to go. I don't mind the company. Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I headed towards my kitchen with Sam following behind. Dean came in through the back door that led right to the kitchen.
"No thanks. I'm fine," Sam said, taking a seat in one of the chairs at my table.
"Do you want anything Dean?"
"Do you have any pie?" Dean looked at me with hope in his eyes.
"I actually have an apple pie that I made yesterday." I got the pie out and put a piece on a plate for him. He took it gratefully and made his way to the table. I watched while he shoved bite after bite of pie in his mouth, devouring the piece in minutes. He got himself another piece and came back to the table.
"So how exactly did you know that thing was a demon? And what was with that gun you shot it with? It didn't look like a normal gun." I looked at both of them skeptically.
"Well you see, we hunt them," Dean explained with his mouth full of pie.
"You hunt them? Demons? Well thats... Unusual.." The brothers nodded.
"It's a dangerous job, but someone has to do it," Dean said, making his way back to the pie for another piece.
"What about the gun?"
"Oh that's the only gun that can kill anything supernatural. Its called the Colt. We take that thing everywhere."
"Well can I join you?" They both looked surprised. My life was boring and they looked like they needed someone to keep them from getting into too much trouble.
"I don't think that's the best idea Rosie. We wouldn't want you to get hurt," Sam said, trying to talk me out of it.
"I'm not a baby. I can fight. C'mon just give me a shot." They gave each other worried glances.
"Well show us what you can do. Like if you can shoot," Dean said. I went into my bedroom and took out the shotgun I kept under my bed. I walked back into the kitchen, grabbed an empty can and walked into the backyard. Sam and Dean followed, curious as to why a small, fragile looking girl like me would keep a gun in her house.
I put the can on the picnic table and walked back over to where Sam and Dean were. They both watched intently, seeing how I handled the gun. I knocked the can off the table in one shot.
"Good, but can you shoot a moving target," Sam questioned. I saw a small rat sneak across the grass by the fence. I hit it in the head as it tried to scurry away.
"Good enough." I smiled, proud to have been taught to shoot as a child. My father had been a cop, and always wanted me to be protected. I didn't have a mom to tell him it was a bad idea to teach me how to shoot. She had been killed in an accident along with my older brother when I was a baby. My dad never remarried, so I grew up with just him.
"I guess you can come with us, just this once." I squealed and gave both of the men hugs.
"Thank you so very much."
"No problem," Sam said, patting my back awkwardly.
