TRAVELLER

Chapter 5

After what seemed to be an hour, but I was sure it must have only been a few seconds, of my thoughts circulating in my mind I looked up from my hand and then straight into the eyes of Sam and then Dean.

"We're sorry about that. Had to check"

I cut dean off "You thought I was a werewolf? Wait. Fuck! I bet that was Holy water you guys gave me wasn't it?" I asked, accusingly.

"Who are you?" Sam asked softly. "Are you a hunter?"

"No, I'm not a hunter... You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Just believe me when I say you can trust me."

"Hey look here. We have no reason to trust you, we don't know you. And unless you've forgotten, people are dead because of you. So until you start talking and explaining yourself, you'll be staying in jail for the rest of your life" said Dean. His expression doubly as stern as his voice.

This caused me to laugh a little when I questioned what Dean had said. " And you're saying that the two non-FBI agents are going to lock me up and throw away the key are they. Before you cut me off I know your not FBI, you're both hunters and brothers, your names Dean" I said nodding my head in his direction and then nodded my head at Sam "And your names Sam... Winchester"

Sam and Dean's eyes held so much confusion, trying to solve a puzzle I knew they could not find all the pieces to.

"Look. I don't know how to go about this, but I need you to trust me.. if only just enough to get me out of here. I need to eat and take a shower, I don't know how long I've been.. out of it?" I added not knowing how to word it because even I don't know what actually happened.

"You can do what ever test you want on me, I'm human. I'm not supernatural. Salt, Iron, whatever.. please I just can't stay here any longer" my eyes pleading as I tried to sound as trustworthy to them as possible.

"I promise. When we get out of here you can ask me all the questions you want. I'll answer them all."

They looked between themselves, an unsure look passing between them both. After about 30 seconds they looked as though they had come to a decision even though no word was uttered.

Both men turned back towards me, Sam clearly the most relaxed out of the two. Dean glared at me with a look that could kill, it must have been Sam that go his way. Sam was the first to speak. "Alright. We'll get you out of here. But you go out in the hand cuffs. We're still FBI agents to the rest of the station so act accordingly and we won't have a problem, will we Dean?" With that last part of the sentence coming out of Sam's mouth, he turned his head to Dean. Obviously I missed some unspoken part of their conversation.

Dean didn't answer but rather just grumbled, seemingly disapproving of trusting me, I assumed.

Although with apparent disagreement Dean stood up from his chair taking the handcuffs off of the table and walking behind me to put them back on me. With his quite clearly pissed off attitude I wasn't expecting the way his hand softly gripped my hands to bring it up towards my lap, tightening the handcuffs around my wrists a lot looser than they had been before. The action was relatively fast so to anyone watching the act would have come across as average but I could tell he was taking extra care with me.

With my hands now in handcuffs, in my lap, both men left the room to sort out my release. They thought it best for them to do it by themselves as the whole station had been buzzing with an electric rage towards me for the act I had supposedly done.

When they came back into the room with a clear bag of belongings I realised that I had been redressed in a blue Cotton top and a blue pair of skinny jeans and that my work out clothes were ripped, covered in dirt and blood. Ugh.

As I get up to leave a voice stops me "They said that the cotton top was one of the officers and they want it back, so you'll have to change back into the top in your bag." Sam gave me a weak smile as he passed me the bag.

Turning the bag upside down I emptied the contents on to the interview table taking note of what was in it. My ID (so at least they put that back), a couple of quid, my phone which was dead, my water bottle and my ruined clothes. Picking up my top, I ran my eyes over it. It was covered in gashes and blood soaked stains covered the once lemon coloured 2 piece set.

Even though I was in no was happy about the destruction of my clothes I was somewhat happy about my supernatural themed gym clothes being dirty when I had wanted to wear them, this could've got a lot more awkward a lot more quickly. Pic of the supernatural themed gym clothes to the side.

"She can't wear that" uttered Dean.

"I know that, but what else is there"

After a second of thought Dean was quickly out of the door. Within a couple of minutes he was back and I was tossed a checked shirt in the form of a scrunched up ball. "Here. Wear this"

With two steps Sam was in front of me undoing one side of the handcuffs so I would be able to put on the shirt. " We'll be just out side the door. Put the shirt on and then knock on the door and I'll come back in and put them back on you. Then we can leave."

As soon as the door had closed I pulled off my top slowly attempting to mind my muscles. Once it was off I pulled the oversized shirt on my body buttoning the buttons up to the middle of my sports bra, I was grateful for the survival of this piece of clothing.

Finally feeling relatively comfortable I picked up my belongings putting my phone in my left back pocket and put my change and ID into the other. With a deep breath in I calmed myself, took a step towards the door and knocked once.