I asked him once more, holding the knife close to his neck and with the other arm, pressing him close at his chest. "Who are you?"
He looked at me sideways, with his green eyes in confusion. He pointed to the man across the room who had a gun pointed at me. I glanced over at him. He seemed familiar. Not in the sense that I knew him...but I knew about him. He said in a deep growl, "That's my brother Sam. I'm Dean. Bobby sent us." My eyes widened a bit and I let him go, my breath quickening slightly.
I quickly looked between them, seeing them share confused looks. "Sam...and Dean...Winchester?" I managed to escape that much through my panting breaths. I felt dizzy. I saw the man who claimed to be Dean look at me with worry in his eyes and rush towards me as I started to fall. I felt my eyes getting heavy, but I still stayed conscious. He set me in one of the motel chairs and said something to Sam, I couldn't make out what. The next thing I knew, I felt a cold rush down my throat and opened my eyes suddenly feeling refreshed. I opened my eyes and felt the pain I've been feeling for days at the bottom of my stomach lessen. I looked at Sam then at my stomach. He had stitched up the giant wound that had reopened since my last hunt.
"You lost a lot of blood, but you should be okay now." He didn't look at me as he said this, he just kept wrapping the bandage around where the wound was. I glanced over at Dean, he looking at me with the same worry as before.
"W-What happened," I managed to sputter out, a cough coming right after.
Dean looked at Sam while speaking. "You fainted. We saw the blood through your shirt and saw you were hurt."
I smirked slightly. "If you wanted to see some skin, you should have just asked." I sat up all the way as Sam finished up. I nodded at him with a small smile then looked back at Dean. "So, you said Bobby called?" He nodded, not meeting my eyes.
"He said you needed some help? Something...strange going on?" I laughed softly shaking my head. "Strange doesn't begin to explain this. I've dealt with vampires, werewolves, angels, sirens, shapeshifters. Nothing is strange to me. This, this is not normal." He looked at me finally and nodded slowly.
Sam spoke next. "We're just trying to figure out what's happening Krystal. We want to help." I let out a small laugh. "Help huh?" My face got serious and I looked them over, one at a time. "Is that what you said to my Aunt Pam before she died?" I saw them exchange a look, their brows furrowed this time.
"Pam was your Aunt? I had no idea. I'm so sorry."
"Yeah. Sorry. Sorry that you saw her in her own blood, wishing she had never met you two dimwits." I felt the tears well up in my eyes them quickly pushed them away. "You should have kept her safe!"
Dean looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't tell if he was sorry, or if he felt pity for me. I got up and pushed my way past Sam into the bathroom. I put my auburn hair up in a messy bun and came back in the bed, grabbing a new shirt out of my bag and took the bloody one off. I could feel Sam look away, and Deans eyes stick. I turned around and Dean quickly look away. He cleared his throat and I laughed. "It's nothing you haven't seen before Dean. I know that. So, you're supposedly here to help me?"
Dean nodded and started to speak but Sam cup him off as they shared, yet again, a look. What was with these two. "Bobby said he was worried for you. You mind telling us why?" They both looked at me, this time with curiosity.
I took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I can kill demons." Dean seemed to think this is funny.
"Yeah we all can. It's called an exorcism." He stood up and looked down at me like this was all one big joke. I looked up at him then stood up, showing my dominance. "You think this is some sort of joke Wincester?" He looked at Sam and then chuckled a bit wiping his chin and placing a hand on his hip. "Well I don't know what else you call this. Unless you can show us."
I glared at him for a second then took a step back. I raised up my palms and moved them back towards my ribs closing my eyes. I felt the energy around me and a bolt crackled in my hands. I opened my eyes and saw shock on both of their faces. "You believe me now dipshit?" I asked with a smile on my face.
I could tell he was at a loss for words. He took a flask quickly out of his pocket and splashed me with the liquid. I spit some of the water out and rubbed my eyes, waiting for them to focus. "Not a demon asshat."
"Would you stop with the names already?! This is serious!" I smirked slightly.
"I'll try my best pumpkin." I winked softly and turned to Sam. "And I know we're nowhere near each other's abilities, but I thought you'd understand." He nodded, staring at my hands. "You want a closer look," I asked, reaching my hands up towards him with a small smile. "I don't bite. Unless you want me to."
•••
A few hours went by, they did everything to make sure I wasn't a monster. I did the same to them. After a while, we decided to call it a night and they got a room, conveniently right next to mine. After laying down a while, just staring at the ceiling, I made my way to their room. I waited a few seconds, and then knocked softly hoping someone was awake. Dean opened the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and little water droplets were dropping and making their way down his chest. I only glanced down for a second and then smiled at him.
"Yes?" He asked, chewing on a toothpick.
"I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for trying to help me figure out whatever this is."
"Well, sometimes hunters gotta help each other."
"Yeah." I laughed softly. "I should let you sleep." I started to walk away and then I heard him say my name. It was quiet, but I could hear it as clear as day. I smiled a bit and then turned around. "Yes prettyboy?"
He smirked at that. "You hungry?" I smiled.
"Always."
"There's uh, a burger joint down the street..." I could see he was at a loss for words.
I laughed looking down and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then looked back up at him. "I'll meet you in the parking lot in 10."
