Non timebo mala

II

I get out of bed and tie my flannel around my waist revealing my black Metallica tank top. I lace up my boots and head for the kitchen. On my way I pass the library finding Sam engrossed by his laptop. It's almost four in the morning. I quietly sneak past to the kitchen in search of coffee. I sift through a few cabinets before I finally find the coffee grounds and make a pot. I pour two cups and add some sugar to one. When I return to the library I place the cup with no sugar in front of Sam. "Thanks." He says "I don't know how you take it so it's just black." I say taking a seat across him. "This is fine. You sleep at all?"

"Nope," I sip my coffee, "got a few solid hours of anxiety in though,"

"Understandable I guess,"

"So, why are you up?"

"Research." It's then I take note of the small stack of books next to him.

"Want some help?"

"Sure thanks."

I nod, grab the pile of books, and crack one open while Sam continues to search online. "Look for anything on alternate realities. So far it's been mostly scientific theory but maybe there's lore somewhere." He lets out a sigh.  A few hours pass neither of us speak a word the entire time, which I don't take as a good sign for me. Nine o'clock rolls around and I shut my book. "It cool if I make some food?" I ask "I can make it you don't have to" he stays glued to the laptop.

"Sam, I can handle breakfast. Besides it's the least I can do for letting me stay here."

"You sure?" He asks looking up at me. I nod and take mine and his mugs with me to the kitchen. I wash the mugs and see what they have for actual food. Fortunately I find all I need to make pancakes and bacon. Once the pancakes are done and I'm about to finish up the bacon dean walks in the kitchen. "I knew I smelled bacon." He says with a grin as his mouth waters at the sight of food. "Morning."

"Morning. You didn't have to make all this."

"Like I told Sam this is the least I can do. Feel free to dig in, I made enough for the four of us."

"Four?"

"Yea I was t sure if catiel eats so I figured just in case."

I finish the last few strips of bacon and leave the pan aside to cool before I clean it. Dean looks at me taking notice of my shirt "You like Metallica?"

"Yea...todays music will never be as good. I just didn't have meaning anymore. you know what I mean?"

"Absolutely, I couldn't agree more." Suddenly his smile vanishes. "What's wrong?"

"That tattoo...are you a hunter?"

I look to my left shoulder at just about caller bone height. I see my tattoo peaking out from behind the wide neck line of my tank just enough to make out what is it. "I don't think I was, but I know if I have it I can't be possessed."  I answer then look back to him. I take the plates of food in my hands "grab some plates and utensils if you could." I then take the food to the library Dean following with what I asked.

"How do you kill a vampire?" He asks suddenly

"Cut their head off."

"Werewolf?"

"Silver bullet to the heart."

"Vengeful spirit?"

"Salt and burn the remains."

We walk into the library and place the food and plates on the table just as Sam puts the books away.

"Demon?" Dean asks causing sam to give us a questioning look.

"Option A: trap then in a devils trap if possible and exorcise them. Option B: demon knife. Though while that one kills the demon it also kills its meat suit."

The two stare at me but they don't ask anything as they can see I'm already questioning myself. How do I know all of this? I bet if dean asked me more I could answer it without a problem, and by the way they stare they're thinking the same thing. "This makes no sense. If you know all of this how could you not remember if you were a hunter?" Dean asks

"Well it doesn't exactly appear to be an apple pie life." I reply glaring at Dean.

"Do you remember any skills you might have?" Sam asks

"I can shoot a gun and fight if that's what you're asking."

"Sounds like there's a good chance you were a hunter then."

"So now what? We swap information like some awkward teenagers and see what happens?"

"Now we see what you can do", Dean interjects.