Half-way through our handshake, Dean realizes that I knew his name before he had a chance to introduce himself. The seductive grin disappears from his face, replaced by a dark expression. He drops my hand like it’s covered with metal spikes.
The brothers lean away from me, looking me over suspiciously. They don’t know who, or what I am, and I can see them both fingering weapons.
“Sam, put the knife back.” I sigh, catching the gleam of a blade out of the corner of my eye. Dean’s jaw tightens, his posture going stiff.
“Oh for goodness sake Dean, just get out the holy water already.” I raise my hands, showing that they’re devoid of weaponry.
Dean frowns, pulling a small silver flask from his pocket. Slowly, he begins to unscrew the top, the metal rasping noisily. I hold out my hands and he pours a few drops of holy water into my cupped palms.
“Well would you look at that, no steaming or screaming.” I raise my eyebrows. Dean still looks skeptical. I reach out, snatch the flask from him, and take a drink. It’s lukewarm and tastes metallic, but at least it proves that I’m not a demon.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean snaps, taking back his flask.
“I’m someone who’s been looking for you for a very long time.” I shake my head, “You two are not easy to find.”
Sam looks pointedly at his brother. “I told you someone was following us.”
Dean purses his lips, rolling his eyes at Sam before turning back to me. “Why have you been looking for us?”
“Because you’re the best at what you do, and I’m tired of working alone.”
“And what might we be doing?” Dean raises an eyebrow.
I tilt my head at him. “Really Dean? I just drank holy water to prove I’m not a demon. There’s no need to be evasive at this point.”
“Fine. You’re a hunter, we’re hunters, great. But you’re not working with us, no way.” Dean shakes his head vigorously to emphasize his point.
“You can turn me down, but I’ll just find you again.” I shrug, “I’ve done it once, so I’ll be able to do it a second time. Besides, I could be useful.”
Dean snorts, “How’s that? An amateur Hunter trailing us around the country? You’ll just get in the way or get yourself killed.”
“Well, I’m pretty handy with a shotgun and switchblade. Also, you have no idea who I am. And, if nothing else, you boys might get some decent food. From what I can tell, neither of you are capable of cooking anything more than toast.”
Dean just keeps shaking his head. On the other hand, Sam is just watching me, a small crease running between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he speaks up.
“Dean. I need to talk to you. Now.” Sam rises from the table, walking toward the back of the diner.
Dean slides from the booth, edges around me, and follows his brother. I can only imagine that they’re devising a way to get away from me. Disappointing, but not unexpected. These boys have been working with each other and no one else for years, they’re not just going to accept an unknown girl who walked in out of the blue.
Sure enough, they’re edging out the door within minutes. I pretend not to notice, nibbling at a french fry pilfered from Dean’s abandoned plate. It won’t be hard to find them, not now that I’ve attached a tracker to the underside of their car.
So, as the Impala squeals away from the diner, I slowly rise from the table, dropping a twenty next to Dean’s plate before I saunter out to my car. Once I’m inside, I flick on the GPS monitor stuck to my dash, grinning as a red dot begins to pulse on the small screen, leading me down the highway to my next destination.
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FanfictionTEMPORARILY ON HOLD *** Clair Alexander is tired of being alone, so she searches for the only two people she would ever want to work with, Sam and Dean Winchester. When she meets them, they are reluctant to let her in, but she is determined to chang...
