The Next Legacy (Winchester Sister)

Chapter 4: We'll Help

Dean POV

I looked over at Sam and he wasn't doing alright. He kept lying to me. He told me he was fine but he obviously wasn't. Hours passed. This girl "Arabella" hasn't woken up yet. Sam drank a few beers I had in the Impala and slumped in one of the kitchen chairs.

I, with nothing to do, did a quick check over the girl. She had a good gash in her forehead and a bandanna around her palm.

"Hey Sammy, would you pass me a bottle of beer or something?" I asked as I pulled off the bandanna and saw the becoming infected cut. Her skin was gleaming red. "This cut needs to be cleaned up." I stated as Sammy gave me a bottle and I showed him the cut. I poured the liquid on the sliced skin and wrapped her hand in bandage we had in the Impala.

Her head was easy to clean. Sam threw me an cold wash cloth and I rested it over her forehead.

Waiting and waiting, she finally woke.

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Arabella's POV

My head pounded, still. A few groans escaped my lips as I opened my eyes. My vision, blurry at first, began to clear and I could see exactly what was in front of me.

I was laying on a ratty bed. Looked like my motel room actually. Except no newspaper clippings and no crumpled up food wrappers spread across the room.

I first noticed that Sam was sitting over in the kitchen table. Next, I saw this slightly bolder man with hair like mine and the same big old green eyes. If anyone saw us together you would definitely think we were siblings.

"Uh- Hi. Thanks, Uh, for saving me. But I gotta get goin-" I sat up on the bed, noticing my hand was wrapped in bandage and not a bandanna. Pushing past the urge to curl up in a ball and sleep for the next 100 years, I push on my feet and me weak body rose, then fell back down.

"Easy there kiddo. You hit your head pretty hard. Take it easy for a bit-" The older gentleman walked from his seat towards me and motioned me to sit back down.

"No, I'm okay, really. Just- I'm good. Thanks again." I sped through my words until the older gentleman grabbed my elbow and sat me back down sternly.

"Now you wanted want to be leaving without your gun would you?" The man pulled my gun out from behind and I moved my hands to my waist belt.

"Hey! That's mine. I would like it back-" I growled at him before he teased giving it back to me.

"Not so fast. First you gotta tell us who you are-" The man replied back causing me to turn my head around to Sam who now had his full attention on me.

"Why should I tell you? You guys could be killers for all I know-"

"Arabella, we aren't going to hurt you. Just want some answers." Sam spoke softly before moving on the other end of the bed.

"You guys are going to think I'm crazy." I knew for sure one of the biggest rule in hunting is to never tell anyone other that other hunters. People would send you to the looney bin. I took in a deep breath.

"Try us." The old one scoffed out. "I'm Dean by the way."

"Well Sam and now Dean, I-I'm a hunter. And no, I don't hunt deer, Fox, and all of those sorts. I hunt what goes bump in the night. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves. That kinda stuff." That wasn't as bad as I thought. Well, except for the fell tears threatening to fall.

The room was filled with silence.

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Dean POV

"Now you wouldn't want to be leaving without your gun would you?" I pulled out her gun from my waist band and brought it to her face.

"Hey! That's mine. I would like it back." She tried to grab the gun but couldn't get it.

"Not so fast, first you gotta tell us who you are-" Sam and I wanted her to tell us that she's a hunter. Hopefully she isn't because she's too young to be in the life but she had the shape for it. The gun and also the boot knife.

She turned back to Sam then made eye contact directly with me. Her eyes with forest green, just like mine. There was something definitely up about this girl but I had no idea what it could be.

"Why should I tell you? You guys could be killers for all I know-" I scoffed at her and sat down on the bed across from her.

"Arabella, we aren't going to hurt you. Just want some answers." Sam spoke softly from his kitchen chair. He arose and sat on the edge of the bed that Arabella was in the middle of. Arabella and I both turned our heads before looking back at each other.

"You guys are going to think I'm crazy." Dammit! She is a hunter. Wonder how she got into the life. God I hope she wasn't raised in it like Sammy and I.

I ran my hand down my face and Sam knew exactly what she was about to say. "Try us, oh yeah, my names Dean." Hesitated giving my real name but Sam seemed to trust her.

"Well Sam and now Dean, I-I'm a hunter. And no, I don't hunt deer, Fox, and all of those sorts. I hunt what goes bump in the night. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves. That kinda stuff." She finished and bowed her head. Her face showed defeat.

I didn't know what to say. Neither did Sam. What "oh yeah, we do too. Let's go get a drink and walk in the sunset together". Hell no! I guess being the older brother Sam would've wanted me to.

"Arabella, we are hunters as well. We hunt ghosts, werewolves, shapeshifters, and all of the above." I spoke out knowing she would be completely shocked.

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Arabella POV

"Arabella, we are hunters as well. We hunt ghosts, werewolves, shapeshifters, and all of the above." Dean spoke hesitantly.

"Uh, really? I've never meant any hunters before." I motioned towards them.

"Were you hunting something at Stanford? Is that why you wanted the Latin professor?" Sam commented from behind me.

"Kinda. Yeah. I can actually take you to my room. I have newspaper clippings all around and pictures up. I kinda need some help before I go insane." I coughed for a second because the tears were still threatening to fall.

"What do you need help with? We'll help you-" Sam told me with me saying anything.

"Sam- we have our own business right now." Dean threatened Sam in front of me.

"That can wait a moment. She obviously needs our help. Now what's up? Someone following you? Do you hunt alone?" Sam asked all of these questions and I was beginning to become flustered.

"No, no," I pushed off the bed it frustration. I began to pace the room a bit. "I usually hunt with my mom. But here's the thing. She's been on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few weeks."

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