The Angel {Spn Fanfic}

Chapter 3

I sat there for what felt like hours upon hours. I then heard a car door open. "Do you think it's a angel or ghost?" The one with longer hair said. "I honestly don't know Sammy. " The shorter one hopped into the drivers seat. Then the one with longer hair got in the passenger seat.

Cassie, stop! Please!

I then got up from my hiding place holding the gun up to the one in the drivers seat. "Who are you?" I asked sternly. The boys looked at each other and didn't say a word. "I said, who are you?" I shouted demanding for an answer.

"I'm Dean, this is Sam. " The shorter one said.

"Are you really FBI?"

"No."

"What are you?"

"We're mechanics. "

"That fake as FBI detectives, you're funny. "

"Fine. We're hunters. We hunt the supernatural."

This by far... Was the worse mistake I've ever made. If I could take anything back. It would be this.

"Well, I want in. "

I was such an idiot.

"No, you don't. "

"I do. Oh I so do."

"Look, it's harder than if sounds. "

"My dad was killed by something inhuman. I just know it. They refuse to let me speak about what I saw. I want to help people that have been through the same thing. I will. With your help or not. "

"Fine, we'll help you. Just put the gun down. "

I set the gun down and laughed. "What is so funny?" Said Sam. I then pulled the trigger and they saw why I was laughing. The gun wasn't even loaded. But I sat back in the seat, so what do I need to know to be a hunter?" They told me a summary of all the things they hunt, demons, ghosts, vampires. The whole thing. I was taking mental notes as they spoke. Mainly on how to kill the damned things.

You sometimes wonder, why would I want to be apart of this. I was know for not leaving the house unless needed. I needed to get out of that hell hole.

They drove for what seemed like an eternity. They asked me what my name was. My age, where I grew up, my life story. I told them everything. Including the death of my beloved father. I started crying when that part came around. I can't stand to think something so horrid could take away someone whom was all around loved. He had done no sins. He was a Christian as same as I was. But my faith had been slowly fading after his death. I prayed the whole time I watched the life taken from him. Nothing helped me. No one. No God. I was all alone and I realized God only answers when he feels like it's his problem. My problem wasn't his.