The 3rd Winchester

2. Not Welcome

"Wait, who are you again?" I asked. I hadn't moved from the position I was in - still holding the gun to his neck.

"Just let him go, the guns not gonna kill him" Dean groaned.

I sighed, gave in and let him go. Still trailing the gun at him, I slowly backed towards my car. "You didn't answer my question" I told the tall one. He had longish black hair that went to his eyebrows, a wide nose and the same dark eyes. He outstretched his hand. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." he gave a small smile as he spoke.

Winchester? "Your Father, his name is John, right?" I asked.

"Was" Sam said.

"Sorry" I said sadly, not moving. "He saved my life once".

"Yeah, he did that"

"Yes, but doing so he took away something, from me, something important"

"That doesn't sound like him" Sam said.

"Perhaps" I sighed.

"Well?" Dean asked roughly. I glanced at him, he was sitting up. "What happened? What did you lose?"

I tilted my head to the side. "Look, Dean, I don't mean to be rude but I just met you and do you really think I'm gonna tell you my life's story?" I snapped.

He shrugged "Maybe?"

I could've punched him. "Do you really want me to shoot you again?"

He put his hands in the air sarcastically. I clenched my jaw and aimed the gun at him.

"We didn't mean to impose" Sam said.

I sighed. "It's fine, you guys could be helpful anyway, you seem to know your way around demons."

This made them both raise their eyebrows.

"It's what I've heard, anyway" I quickly finished.

"What's the problem?" Sam asked.

"I'd rather be indoors, seeing as that house is still on fire" I gestured towards the house.

"That's fine, our motel isn't too far away. We can give you a ride." Dean winked.

I smiled. "I'd rather just follow you, you know in my own car."

I waited for them to get closer to their car, when they were I slid into my own. I quickly set up my computer so I could listen in on the conversation they were having. I started the car and drove after them.

"She was fun" Came Dean's deep voice through the speakers.

"Sure was" Sam exasperated. I rolled my eyes. "The question is do we trust her?"

"Sam, she shot me."

"Yeah, but she didn't mean it."

"Oh no, she didn't mean it to be salt!"

I smiled at myself.

"Did you see her face when we mentioned Dad? She looked disappointed, almost." Sam said in a quiet voice. 'If only they knew' I thought.