I'm A Monster //A Supernatural FanFic ~S.W.~

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural! If I did.. would I still be writing this?
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I grunted in pain as I slowly opened my heavy eye lids.
The hell, it feels like a fat man is sitting on my lashes! I remarked mentally.

"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here," I voice boomed through my ears, making me jolt up in my seat.

"Bobby!" I whined, "shut the hell up, or lower your voice."
"You're awake!" He remarked.
"No, I'm sleep talking," I rolled my eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me!"
I rolled my eyes once more, as I was about to spill some sarcastic remark, Dean shouted a "Hey! Stop it!".

"Yeah yeah," I rolled my eyes.
Third time in a row! I fist pumped mentally.

"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean continued as if nothing happened.
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out," Bobby paused as he gave Sam the Key of Solomon book, "here take this. You might need it."

"Thanks," the word rolled off Sam's mouth as he looked at the book.
"Thanks__for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean said gratefully.
"You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time," Bobby said seriously, but it had a somewhat playful tone.

I got up, my legs wobbling underneath me, but I gained my posture quickly. I stood up straight even though pain was shooting through my stiches.
"I'm tagging along," I stated.
"Aliya?" Bobby's stern voice cut the staring contest I was having with the oh-so-angry looking Dean Winchester.

"If they even have a chance in finding John, they need me," I stated with no expression, whatsoever.
"How can you be so sure?" Dead snapped at me, crossing his arms.
"Oh, trust me," I smirked looking him dead in the eye, "I've been in this hunt game before you even learned how to hold a knife."

Dean opened his mouth, a witty comeback ready to slip out, but Bobby's voice cut him off, "She's actually right on that one."
Dean closed his mouth, as a lot of emotions passed over his eyes- Anger, disbelief, furry__ and admiration?
I stood tall, chin up, shoulders board like a wooden board.

"Ready boys?" I questioned, a smirk clear in my voice.
"We don't want you to get hur-," Sam started with somewhat concern in his eyes.

He soo did not just say that. I snapped in my head.
I looked him dead in the eye, but instead of replying verbally, in one swift movement, I pulled the small throwing knife I had tucked in my belt and I shot. All in less than a millisecond.
I eyed the knife that passed less than half an inch from Sam's face and was suck on the wall.

I was I had a camera to capture the brothers' faces. Priceless.
I little out a cackle, as I walked a few steps till I was only a few feet away from Sam.
"Never in a million year, understemate me," I snapped with a witty smirk.
I saw Bobby shrug with a proud fatherly look on his face.
I took a step back, "Now, ready?".
Dean and Sam looked at each other, Dean giving him a pointed glare, while Sam gave him a shrug before diverting his oh-so-darn beautiful eyes at me.
"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled earning a death glare from Dean.

If looks could kill, you'd be roasting in hell, little puppy. I remarked mentally.

"Lemme grab my stuff," I said as I turned to open the door, but I stopped as the doorknob clicked signaling that the door is now open, "and if you ditch me, I'll find you."
I heard Bobby's good ol' chuckle, smirking to myself, I jog to the car where I hid my duffel bag behind. I crouched beside it, checking to make sure everything was there, before jogging back to Bobby's house.
"Let's go, boys!" I chipper, earning a weird look from Bobby, "Bobby, I can be positive sometimes you know? Even if it was John who we're talking about!"
Bobby sighed, "just be careful will ya?"
"You should say that to whoever kidnapped John."

I walked after the boys, giving Bobby a curt nod as we walked out of the driveway, only to meet a Chevy '67 impala.
"Sweet ride," I mumbled as I checked the silk black hood.
"Yeah," Dean replied, his ego getting blown up like a Balloon.
"Mine's much better," I huffed with a smirk, dismissing the car and jumping into the back seat.
I hear Sam's chuckle, making me smile to myself.

I'll find you John. Just like you found me.
Last thing I thought of, before the engine purred and we hit the road.