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1.02 wendigo
She lightly pressed the crimson tint to her lips, patting it down with the tip of her index. She continued by brushing out her hair with her fingers, staring blankly at the reflection she didn't recognise anymore. Aledis sighed in frustration and turned away from the judging eyes in front of her, accidentally knocking her foot against a hard object in her bag.
Out of boredom, she opened her bag just to stare at another frustrating memory: The wooden box. She hadn't acknowlegded it since the incident, ignoring the aggravating emotions that accompanied it. She wasn't even curious enough to open it, you wouldn't walk towards a moving car but away. She left in the bag and fixated on other worries.
She had managed to track John Winchester again, but found it easier as she just located his sons and found herself to Lost Creek, Colorado.
"Now, what the hell are you doing here?"A deep voice whined as Aledis entered the reception cabin.
"Hello to you too, Dean," She looked at the other brother, "Sam."
"Answer my question." Dean demanded.
She rolled her eyes and walked past Dean straight to the reception desk, where she rang the desk bell continuously.
A clearing of throats vexed the brunette, reminding her of the boys' constant need for information.
"You already know I have shown clear interest to your father, John Winchester, who I'm following," She said as she slowly strolled between the brothers.
"Why are you following him?" Dean said defensively, turning himself to face the girl.
"He knows something," she said vaguely, not wanting the boys to know her intentions.
"What does he know?"
"None of your business," she said stiffly, sticking to her nonchalant expression.
"What does he know!?" Dean repeated, irritated by her constant hiding.
"Where the murderer of my family is. Pushy, aren't you?" Aledis smiled gingerly, faking the emotional de-attachment to that topic, she then stared down reflecting on her words.
Sam bared a confused, yet empathetic, look. Relating to her loss, as he recently had lost someone. Dean just looked confused, trying to put the pieces together, why would John know who murdered her family?
"Anyway, found myself here, you Americans sure do like the woods," She turned, grimacing at the picture of the large bear, "and big ass bears."
"There is a dozen, or more grizzly's in the area," Sam informed the girl, "It's no nature hike, that's for sure."
"You guys aren't planning to go to Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" An elderly voice rang from behind the group. They were all alerted, however, kept their façade.
