Arianna Singer has always known what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it.
Suddenly two of her Dad's hunter friends unexpectedly turn up at her door and her Dad goes missing.
She decides to recruit these two mysterious overgrown men and tw...
On the way home, Dan sits in the front while Phil and I sit in the backseat. We jam out to some Taylor Swift and The 1975; each of us screaming the words at the top of our lungs, even dad. Although he'd never admit it, dad loves a bit of Taylor Swift.
Halfway through 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' dad turns the music off.
"Hey!" We all shout at him.
"I thought you liked this song!?" I ask dad angrily.
Dad just sighs and rolls his eyes, clearly thinking we're all crazy people.
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"We're here." He points forwards and I see the rusty pale blue postbox that marks the start of the small lane leading to our house.
"Oh." I breathe out quietly. "I-I knew that. I was just testing you."
Dad, Dan and Phil break into fits of laughter.
"Testing him? On what, his knowledge of the house he's lived in for his whole life?" Dan laughs.
I bite my tongue, holding back a laugh, but eventually laugh along with them as soon as Dan laughs. It's too loud to ignore and one of the most contagious laughs I've ever heard.
"Anyway," I start after the laughter has died down, "what does it matter that we're playing loud music? It's our house."
"And we've got guests waiting for us." Dad mimics my tone as he parks next to the black Impala that's been practically glued to the spot since it first appeared here a couple of weeks ago.
I roll my eyes, sigh and look at Phil who raises his eyebrows at me and grins.
"Why are you smiling?" I ask him. "They're annoying af."
He laughs and we all clamber out of the car. Just as I slam the door shut, a large shadow creeps over me.
I freeze and my body stiffens. My eyes are dark and cold as I prepare myself to pounce on the shadow, like a cat on a mouse.
I feel warm breath on my neck and two strong hands on my shoulders.
I roll my eyes, sensing that a Winchester is behind me and trying to scare me, or at least make me nervous.
With the things I've witnessed, I can tell you for sure that that isn't going to happen. I doubt that even Satan could scare me.
"Boo." A deep voice whispers into my ear just as I turn around and elbow the person behind me.
When I see who I just elbowed my hands snap up to my mouth and I gasp in shock.