The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

I'm Not Into Nazi's (Part 1)

I stared at Dean and Sam as they went over the recent case that left Dean unable to want his pie.

"The... Thule?" I asked. Dean looked back at me. "Who're they?" I added. He looked to Sam, then back at me.

"Nazi's. I hate them." He muttered the last part, looking away. I slipped out of my chair as Dean closed the laptop.

"I want to fight Nazi's!" I said, grabbing my coat. Sam and Dean looked to one another. "Do we get to meet Hitler?" I asked.

"Hitler's dead." Sam chuckled as we all broke off to go pack a bag before heading out on the hunt. I shrugged.

"Bummer." Was all I said as we all went out separate ways.

We walked around in the creepy old antique shop.

"So what was a rich lady like that doing here?" Dean said triumphantly to Sam as we broke in.

"Old rich people like antiquing." I said, slipping past him, ignoring the frown on his face. He pointed a flashlight at a pile of ash with a sign next to it. '2'.

"There's the lady..." Sam muttered.

"Which means this," another pile of ash with the a '1' sign next to it, "Must be our shopkeeper." Dean said, looking to Sam. "Spontaneous Combustion."

"That's how I want to die." I muttered. Dean rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs as Sam hopped on the computer. I shrugegd and headed up another staircase.

"Looks like this guy was selling some nazi antiques!" Sam called just before I head Dean banging around. I looked over as he broke a small ship, dropped it, picked it up, dropped it again, resolving to leaving it on the ground. Sam sighed.

"Maybe..."

"Don't." Dean pointed at him. Sam held up a defensive hand.

"Just... Don't touch anything." He sighed.

When I made my way over to Dean, I could see that he had made it a point to touch everything. I gave him a look.

"Sam said not to touch anything." I crossed my arms. Dean tapped a shelf.

"Bite me." He shot before looking in another direction and heading off. I kicked my foot, looking down at the ground when I heard something clatter. It was a small piece of metal, probably from something Dean broke. Next to it were some strange marks on the floor.

"Hm." I looked them over, it was like something had been dragged across the floor. Surely the police... no, probably not. I grabbed the shelf that the marks lead to and pulled lightly, feeling it budge. I pulled harder, feeling it swing open. I blinked and waved some dust from my field of view. "Hey..." I smiled a bit. "Secret door." I muttered, grabbing the knob while Dean yelled back to Sam about some strange pocket watch.

I pulled open the door and flicked on a light.

"Nellwyn?" Dean called.

"Holy Hilter..." Was all that fell from my mouth. I gulped. "So... Nazi crazed guy... did the... watch thing have something to do with... Hitler, by any chance?" I called. There was a short silence.

"How'd you-" But Sam's voice faded out at the sounds of Dean's footsteps behind me. He blinked in surpsise.

"Holy hitler..." He muttered.

"That's what I said." I muttered.

"Sam! I think we found something!" Dean called. And when Sam got upstairs, his face at a loss for words. Dean and I both nodded.

"We know. Holy Hitler." We said at the same time.

The next day we went to a cafe. I ate a slice of cake while Sam and Dean looked over some police radio stations and talked to some Nazi expert on the phone, much to the disdain of our innocent waitress. I zoned in and out as they talked about things that happened when I was still taking tests and riding my bike. It was almost hard to believe that Sam and Dean led an entire life of hunting and monsters before I fell into it along side them. The whole experience I had with learning about them was almost surreal. That was, until a blip came up on Sam's laptop.

"Another body." He said. Dean told their friend they'd have to call him back. And with that, we got in thte car and drove off.

I hung back while Sam and Dean went into the house, leaning on the car before glancing over and seeing someone sitting alone in a police car. My curiousity got the best of me and I made my way over. The woman looked up at me and shrugged before I opened the door.

"I already gave my statement." She mumbled. I blinked, remembering that I was supposed to be playing FBI agent.

"That's... uh... no problem." I offered her a smile. My awkwardness seemed to calm her nerves a bit. "Just... how are you doing? After... you know." I motioned to the house when, honestly, I didn't know. She just shrugged.

"It... It was so unreal." She sighed. "You'll probably think I'm crazy." She muttered. I blinked.

"No, no, it's fine. Just... tell me what-"

"Is that your partner?" The woman asked suddenly. I made a face. It was way to early for Sam and Dean to come back.

"My partner?" I turned around, only to be met with a hard blow to the face that knocked my out cold.