Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Four

i watched as they moved into town. Sam looked around, and pointed at impala. Dean put his hands on his knees and bent over. he then stood up and, with Sam, started walking over to the impala. i can see they're talking as they walk towards it. i wonder what they're talking about? the fact that i stole their car, the fact that i left the car here, of all places, or something else?

"where do you think she went?" Sam asked.

"i could care less right now, she didn't take my baby." he opened the door to find the keys in the ignition. he sighed, and sat down in the front seat.

"what's that?" Sam asked, pointing at the visor on the driver's side. Dean frowned, reaching for the piece of paper sticking out from under it. i already knew what it was. i left it there.

             Dear Sam and Dean,

i'm sorry if i hurt you, or your car. i felt threatened, and i trust my instincts. let's just say i can handle myself. i know it doesn't sound right, and i'm not sure, but i'm going to guess that your last name is Winchester. am i right? your dad is John Winchester, and i'm not sure what your going to look for in Kansas City, but i imagine it's a ghost, vampire, werewolf, etc. if all of these fact, are true, stand up, and do the chicken dance. (lol) i will find you, and talk to you. note i said talk, and i will fight you again if needed.     are you the Sam and Dean Winchester?

-Sara

"well that's just perfect!" Dean said after reading it loud. he looked around, his eyes resting on me. could he see through my disguise? i had found an old mop and, as disgusting as it sounds, i out it on my head like a wig. i then sat with a big newspaper i also found in the trash bin. i had no money after all. i watched, as Dean visually sighed.

"we have to do it, Dean." he looked down smiling, "even if it is ridiculous. he walked to the middle of the street with Dean right behind him. i giggled a little bit, mostly wanting to see if they would actually do it.

"i feel stupid, Sam." Dean grumbled as he started to do the chicken dance. Sam just smiled. they both started to dance, and i stood up, shaking off the mop and dropping the newspaper. i walked over to them laughing the whole way. they turned as soon as the heard me laughing, and Dean almost leaped at me, probably for stealing his car. i could see the struggle he was having to not jump at me.

"so you are the Winchesters?" i asked.

"yes. but how do you know that? unless your a hunter? that would also explain your tattoo." he pointed at my hand.

"i still didn't get to see it!" Dean complained.

"no, i'm not a hunter, and for the last time, i got the tattoo from a tv show." i sighed.

"then how do you know about us, and all of the things we hunt." Dean asked, looking me up and down.

"tv show again. it's all on there." i said.

"how can we be sure?" Sam said.

"'saving people, hunting things. the family business.' isn't that your family's motto?" i responded. they were both shocked.

"how do you know that. only our family and close friends know that," Dean said. "WITCH." he said pointing, and backing away dramatically. i smiled, chuckling at his drama.

"the tv show." i said, getting impatient with going in circles.

"but how do we kn-" Dean started.

"the God damned TV show!! good lord!" i exclaimed. "you two are just asking the same damn questions over and over again! pick a good question or you won't know anything! jeez. why do men always go in circles." i put my hand to my forehead and ran my fingers through my hair. i need to rebraid it. i looked back up, and they were both surprised at my outburst, slightly leaning backwards away from me.

"can i see the tattoo?" Dean said, coming forward.

"why not." i held out my arm, and kept my eyes on them, just in case it was just a coincidence. he looked at it, then at my face, confused.

"your not any creature?"

"no i'm human." i sighed. "i just needed a ride home, and you guys happened to be the ones to pick me up."

"ok. i think we can still give you a ride. i promise not to freak out on you again." Dean said. he turned away from me, and i had this strange, sad feeling when he did. why was i sad?

"can i have shotgun?" i asked. they both turned to look at me as if i had sprouted another head.

"um, no?" Sam said. "what do you want to shoot?" i started laughing until my stomach hurt and they were both confused and cautious.

"no, Sam, not a shotgun, i want the front seat." i smiled. they looked relieved.

"oh. yes. you can sit in the middle." he said, grinning with me now. Dean didn't look amused. i went around and climbed into the front, middle seat. Dean climbed into the driver's on my left and Sam got in on my right. Dean started driving, heading for the town after whatever this one was, and Sam pulled out a notebook and pencil. he started making notes about me.

"can i use that?" i asked. he looked at the notebook and pencil.

"um, sure." he handed it to me and watched as i sketched out a red-eyed snake that would go down Sam's arm. i'm a tattoo artist, and even though i'm a cowgirl, i also love art and ink. i have several tattoos, most of them small. the one on my hand, i had a mix of angel wings and demon horns to remind myself that it's good to have a balance of both. i had a vine of roses going up my spine, and several others.

"what's it for?" he looked at the arm sketch and snake drawn on it.

"it's a tattoo, i think would look good on you." i said. he looked at me, perplexed. "i'm a tattoo artist." i smiled.

"that's awesome! then why are you hitchhiking?" he asked.

"i was robbed. and when i didn't have the clothes or makeup to look 'decent' at the tattoo parlor, the fired me." i said.

"oh, i'm sorry." he said, looking genuine about it.

"it's not your fault. i almost stopped the guys from robbing the place. but one of them came up from behind me." i said, "i knocked out a few out them with my baseball bat and then i broke one of their arms."

"wait, you did all of this with, a baseball bat?" Sam asked, impressed.

"yes. and before that happened, some guy broke in trying to rape my roommate, and i fractured almost four ribs, broke two of them, broke his wrist, sprained his ankle, and gave him a concussion." i shrugged.

"holey shit you did what?" The car swerved and Dean looked over, obvious he had been eaves-dropping. he looked nervous, impressed, and turned on all at once. i glanced at him. yup definitely turned on. i looked out the windshield grinning. we pulled up to a motel not long after that.

"ok, come on. they never have more than two beds, so someone's going to have to sleep on the floor." he looked at Sam.

"um, i don't mind sharing a bed." i spoke up. they both looked at me, then at each other. uh oh. maybe i shouldn't have said anything.