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1.02 wendigo (3)
Aledis drew the sigils on the ground, begrudgingly, as she was ordered by Dean to do it. She wasn't used to cooperating, didn't enjoy it either as she had built up a solitary routine during the past year. She especially didn't like the satisfaction Dean got when she did what he asked for. But, nevertheless, she had to stay near the brothers to find Papa Winchester.
"One more time, that's-"
"Anasazi symbols." Aledis annoyedly pointed out for the umpteenth time.
"It's for protection. The Wendigo can't cross over them." Dean informatively explained to the girl, ignoring Aledis' complaining tone.
Roy laughed, mocking the pair, gun over his shoulder.
"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy"
Just as she finished her last symbol, Dean got up and walked toward his brother. Leaving a grouchy Aledis with the clueless and the dick.
She sat down in front of the fire, giving her full view of the boys' private conversation. She wasn't hiding the fact that she was staring at them.
Dean caught on to her focused look, and thought nothing about it as no-one could listen from that far away.
Good thing she was blessed with sly ears and eyes.
She eavesdropped the unimportant information, corny shit, really, and just when she was getting uninterested Dean crouched directly opposite to Sam and pulled out a book.
"This is why. This book," he pointed at, "this is Dad's single most valuable possession. Every thing he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it onto us."
Aledis had her intel in most evil lurking in the night, but she knew that in that journal she would find contacts, places and clues on where John is, and where he is.
"I think he wants us to pick up where he left off."
She knew that they would guard that book as if it where another life, but one thing she had clawed straight into her brain from the moment he pulled that journal out of his jacket was that she wanted that book.
And nothing will stop her from being the brat she is, getting what she wants.
"You know, saving people, hunting things. The family bussiness."
"That makes no sense." Sam commented, grabbing his head in angst.
"Why-? Why doesn't he just call us?" Aledis scoffed at that question, she only merely met the man amongst others and she could tell, from the way he carried himself, that he was smart and only fools would call.
