In Need of a Girl Like Me

Chapter One

"You know, for a couple of guys expecting a favor out of me, you two are really lacking in respect." I placed a hand on my hip, raising my eyebrows at the stunned silence that ensued.

Eventually Sam spoke up. "We're sorry, it's just... We aren't used to being friendly with people like you. Your kind are normally-"

"Bitches." That time it was Dean. "Scummy little bitches, always cursing people and killing things. Sammy, let's just go." He turned to leave, but Sam grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"And again with the lack of respect," I sighed, turning to pull a chair from under the kitchen table before sitting in it. "I'll remind you one last time, I don't have to do anything for you. The only reason I haven't kicked you assholes out of my house yet is because I owe Bobby Singer. You want me to find that demon of yours, you better start kissing my ass."

Dean rolled his eyes, yanking free for only a moment before Sam grabbed him a second time. I could sense this kind of brotherly interaction was normal for them- Dean being pissy and Sam having to rein him in.

"Dean," Sam spoke firmly, and finally his brother turned around. Sam raised his eyebrows at him, and when Dean said nothing, they dropped to furrow as he cleared his throat.

Dean grunted, but his shoulders dropped in resignation. "I'm sorry."

"For...?" I wanted to get under his skin a little, just for fun. After all, he was cute, and I always love seeing cute boys angry.

"Seriously?" He frowned, then smoothed his hand over his face. "For calling you a bitch. Now can we please get to work? We're wasting a lot of damn time."

He was right, I was wasting his time, and I knew that I really needed to help them with their case, so I gave in. I pushed out the seat across from me with my foot. "Sit."

Sam was the first to take my offer, moving to the chair and sitting with a quiet "Thank you." His soft demeanor appealed to me almost as much as his older brother's brash one. It was only a moment before Dean followed, pulling out his own chair next to me and sitting down.

"So, you want me to track a demon, Bobby told me that much. What I don't understand is why you can't track it on your own. I thought hunting evil fuckers down was your forte, so why'd you get sent to me?"

"We needed someone who could track the vessel it's in. We kill these things, yeah, but it's not like they always leave footprints, and this one's particularly good at keeping hidden. We don't have anything from the vessel, just a name. We don't even know the name of the demon, only that it's in this girl and that it's killing people and it needs to be stopped. Bobby said this was your kind of deal." Sam looked me in the eyes while explaining, and in my peripheral I could see Dean looking at me with the same intensity despite his silence.

"Yeah, I can do it. It won't be easy, but I can."