Gray Sky

Chapter 2

After we made it back to Bobby's house, he poured me a drink and sat me down at his kitchen table.
"So, what's your story? How did a nineteen year old girl get roped into hunting monsters?" Bobby asked me. I took a swig of the whiskey he gave me and said,"My parents were killed by witches, so my aunt took me in and taught me what she knew. She raised me from the age of eight to be a hunter. And now here I am." I told him. His eyes widened, a hint of recognition and wonder in his eyes.
"What were your parent's names?" He asked me. I raised my eyebrow questioningly and said,"Andrew and Clara Newhaven."
His eyes widened more and his mouth dropped open slightly.
"You're the little girl, the girl that got away." He said. How does he know?
"Why do you know about my parents?" I asked him. He let go of his drink and sighed.
"I'm the one who ganked the witches that killed them." He said. I held in my gasp, not wanting him to see my overwhelming shock. So he's the hunter my aunt told me about? The one that knew anything and everything about the supernatural.
"Thank you." I said to Bobby. He looked surprised at my kindness, but nodded in acceptance.
Before either of us could say anything else, there was a knock on Bobby's door. He stood up from the table and pulled out the gun from his waistband. I followed him, pulling out my own gun. It's become second nature to worry about knocks on your door. I followed him to the door, hiding slightly from the view of the door in case it's not a friendly visitor.
Bobby opened the door, then sighed in relief.
"John, what brings you here?" Bobby asked the visitor. He must know him. I sighed quietly and lowered my gun. Bobby let the man and two younger guys into the foyer.
"I need you to watch Dean and Sam-" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on me. He didn't look too happy to see someone else in Bobby's house.
"Who are you?" He asked me.
"Natasha Gray. Who are you?" I asked him, my eyes wandering to the two younger men behind him. One of them looked a few years older than me, the other a few younger. They looked old enough to be on their own, which confused me.
"John Winchester. You a hunter?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes and swung my gun around.
"No, I'm a cheerleader on spring break." I said sarcastically. The older son laughed, but quickly covered it up with a cough when his father glared at him.
"Who are you two?" I asked the sons.
"I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam." The older son said.
"Can I talk to you, Bobby?" John asked. Bobby looked at me, then nodded and led John into the living room.
As soon as they left, Dean leaned against the wall and said,"So you come here often?"
I scoffed and turned around, my back facing him.
"High school called, they want their jock back." I said to him. I heard Sam laugh at his brother as I walked back into the kitchen. I poured myself more whiskey and turned around to look at the doorway. The brother were walking in, talking quietly with each other.
"So how old are you two?" I asked them.
"I'm twenty-two." Dean said.
"Seventeen. You?" Sam asked me. I took a sip of the whiskey and said,"Nineteen."
Dean started to say something, but Bobby and John walked into the kitchen.
"Looks like I'm watching you boys for a while." Bobby said. I looked behind him at John, his face void of any emotion except pissed off.
"Dad, why can't we go with you? We can handle-"
"That's enough, Dean. This isn't up for discussion. Now look after your brother." John said to his son coldly before leaving the house.
"Someone didn't have enough coffee this morning." I said before taking a swig of my drink. The boys looked at me, then to the ground. Wait, is he like that all the time?
"So what did you have in mind for training, Bobby?" I asked, trying to relieve the tension.
"Oh, uh, we can start with some target practice." Bobby said. I pulled out my gun and followed him outside to the old car junk yard out back. He set up four cans in a row and said,"Shoot them."
I rolled my eyes and shot all four cans in the center. The boys looked surprised.
"What? Didn't see that coming?" I asked them. Sam smirked and clapped his brother's shoulder.
"Come on, Dean. Show us what you got." Sam told his brother. Dean shook his head, as if waking up from a dream, and pulled out a pistol. Bobby put the cans back in the car and backed away so Dean could shoot them. Dean took a deep breath and shot three out of four of the cans.
"Better luck next time, Dean." I said to him.

AUTHORS NOTES:
I love Natasha's sass! And I know that Sam and Dean would have been able to go with their dad on cases, but this was a good way for Natasha and the boys to meet.
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