Dreams

Unwanted Visitor

"Alright Scar, you can do this" I try and convinced myself, as I size up the window I was about to climb through.

Who was I kidding. I've never broken into anyones house before. Although I have climbed through some windows in my life (but thats a story for another time). I was completely terrified.

Technically I wasn't breaking in. My intention wasn't to steal anything. I just needed to suss these guys out before I got to involved.

And for some reason I thought breaking into their house and checking out a few things might give me a better clue about whether I can trust them or not.

Well. No more avoiding. I had to open the window if I wanted to get in. But it looked like the stiffest, noisiest old window in America.

My hands shakily grip the bottom of the window. The I either had to do this quickly or slowly. I went with the latter and forced the window upwards.

'Eeeeeeek' the window creaked evilly.

"Shit!" I curse, ducking down immediately. Did they hear that? I decide that if no one comes in 5 minutes then I would continue on. If someone did come, then... Well I don't really want to think about what might happen then.

They're the longest and most painstaking 5 minutes of my life. But low and behold, no one comes.

Before I get of the ground, I pray that I won't be coming face to face with the barrel of a 52 rifle. Slowly I rise. No one is there, and all is quiet. I've come this far, may as well finish of the job.

This time I decide the best option is to slide the window quickly. The window glides upwards quickly and quietly, allowing me to climb inside.

My black boots hit the ground, and cocky grin grows on my face. 'Not to bad Scar...' I compliment myself silently 'Not to bad at-'.

'Eeeeeeek'.

Goddamn this stupid old house. The floorboard beneath me just made the loudest noise I've ever heard a floorboard make, and there wasn't even anywhere for me to hide. If I stepped backwards or forwards, I could easily land on another shitty board.

Well this was a shitty predicament. Why did I even do this? I could have just got more information about them from other hunters! But noooo. The idiot in me was like "Hey! Know whats a good idea? Breaking and entering into a home where 2 lethal guys live!". Jesus Christ I'll never do anything like this again. Wait. It dawns on me that while I was internally beating myself up, no one actually came.

So for the 2nd time, I sign in relief and keep moving forward.

"Okay floorboards... don't fail me now- OOF!"

The wind is knocked out of me as a strong force sends me flying into the wall.

I'm pinned to the wall, my eyes squeezed shut in pain. I feel something cold against my throat and open my eyes enough to see a flash of silver in the moonlight. A knife.

"Wait! Wait!" I exclaim, trying to raise my shaking hands to show that I'm innocent.

"Who are you!" A mans deep husky voice demanded, almost like a german shepherds bark.

"I'm- I'm" I stutter, the blade against my throat has rendered me speechless.

"WHO ARE YOU!" He screams, the knife getting dangerously harder against my neck.

"I'm here to help you!" I choke back, and if its even possible, he slams me even further against the wall.

"You're lying!" he yells against my face. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head away from him slightly. I'm on the verge of tears, my lips trembling. "Sam!" He calls out looking over his shoulder.

Wait. If he just called out to Sam, then this must be Dean.

"Dean! I'm here to help you! P-please just, just listen to me!" I quake, and suddenly water is being splashed all over my face.

Holy Water.

My mouths parts in shock, and I open my eyes to see now two Winchesters standing in front of me. Sam, the one that I dreamt about was holding the bottle of holy water.

They both had guns cocked at me, and were eyeing me suspiciously, waiting.

"I'm not, a demon" I pant, my hand finding its way to the growing bruise on my back.

"Then who the hell are you?!" Dean barks once more, and Sam gives him the slightest look of disapproval. So far I'm liking Sam better.

"My names Scarlett" I reveal. This doesn't shake the look Dean has locked on me; a look of uncertainty, of distrust. His gun is still cocked at me, intimidating me like a playground bully.

"I have visions..." I continue, stoping to taking a deep breath. I've never been so nervous before in my life.

"Thats great. What does that have to do with us?" Dean retorted.

"Because they're about you... and the darkness" I say, looking up at him gravely.

Dean lowered his gun, brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing at me, as if he was trying to see inside me.