Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Two

If my dad had been here, we would have already been driving away. But this time, Dad wasn't here. I had learned extensively how to fight demons, and I was about to get some experience.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I whirled around, reaching for my gun. A girl of around seventeen was standing there with her hands up, looking rather startled.

"Please don't shoot!" she said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, suspicious of her.

She put her hands down and bit her lip. "Well," she said. "It's kind of, I don't know, weird actually."

I reached for my flask, keeping my gun trained on her and asked, "Weird how?"

"I'm a psychic," she suddenly blurted.

I started to unscrew the cap from my flask. The girl might be telling the truth since I had heard of psychics that were the real deal before, but I had never met one and she could definitely still be a demon.

The girl seemed kind of shocked that I was taking that so well. "I got this sense. There was such a dark energy here. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Of course, I sensed that it had moved from here a while ago, but I thought maybe I could find out what it was without actually, you know, seeing it."

I took my flask out and flicked some of my holy water at her. Nothing happened. The girl looked confused, but didn't say anything.

I took in her tall, skinny body, her long light brown hair and the highlights in it. I looked at her hazel eyes and saw how scared she was.

There was no way I could tell her what it really was that she had sensed.

"Look, this is some serious crap here. You should probably-" I suddenly realized something. "Wait you can tell where the dem..." I stopped myself from saying demon. "Energy is right now?"

The girl frowned. "Well, not exact location, but yeah, I can narrow it down to a few buildings." Her eyes narrowed as she said, "Why?"

"Wow, you might prove useful yet. What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Opal. And I didn't catch your name..."

I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't give it out." Opal, frowned, disappointed. "It's Cammie," I said.

Opal put on a smile. "Well, nice to meet you, Cammie. While it is under unusual circumstances, I'm sure that once you stop pointing that gun at me, I'll find that you are actually very nice." She gestured to my gun inquiringly.

I lowered my gun. "Sorry."

I had already tucked it back into the waistband of my jeans when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

On instinct, I whirled around, grabbing the hand and twisting the arm attached to it so that my attacker was facing away from me with their arm behind their back.

"Damn it! Sam, Get her off me!"

Oh no, not these guys again. "Let go or I swear to God-"

Sam was standing in the doorway, pointing his gun at Opal who was holding up her hands again.

"She's clean," I told him as I dropped Dean's arm.

Dean turned back around and looked at me angrily. "You shot my car!"

I was kind of weirded out by how angry he was. "Just the tires. You had a spare didn't you?"

"You do that again I swear to God I'll kick your ass," Dean said.