The 3rd Winchester

3. Reunion

The rest of the conversation went on and on about whether to trust me or not. But just when I thought there was no point in listening to this Dean said something interesting, "She kinda looks familiar doesn't she?" 

"She's a hunter, we've probably met her before" Sam told him.

"Yeah but... You're probably right"

I nearly laughed. I would have expected Dean to know who I was.

The conversation went strangely quiet. I expected something was up straight away. But then again they wouldn't have found the microphone yet, they weren't smart enough to figure out what it was anyway. Their methods of hunting were ancient.

Their conversation didn't go on any longer after that, they continued to stay silent until we reached the motel. It wasn't the nicest choice of places to stay, but I was used to staying in these types of places so it would be fine. I opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air here was cold, probably because there wasn't a burning building anywhere close by. I looked around for Sam and Dean they were still in their car. I leant against my Mustang and waited. I grew tired quickly and went to see why they were taking so long. I knocked on the car window, then peeked inside it was empty. I turned around and was hit hard in the head. I blanked out.

When I woke I was tied to a chair in what I suspected was the motel room. It was small but big enough to fit two double beds and a desk that had a coffee maker and some cups on it. There was a door that would of had to lead to the bathroom and then there was the other door - the exit. My jacket was on one of the beds, all my lighters and weapons were scatted over the small desk. The only light came from a lamp with a moth-eaten lampshade, that was placed on a bedside table that was in between the two double beds. I continued to look around the room to check if the boys were here. I was all alone. I tried to wriggle out of the ropes that bound me to the chair. I looked down to see what I was dealing with, I smirked when I realized what it was. A belt. I started laughing, I continued when Dean walked in eating a hamburger.  

"Hey" he said through a mouthful of food. 

"Hey, um, why am I tied up?" I asked.

"Well" he smiled. "You have your problems we have ours"

"Meaning?" 

"Your little microphone stunt? Yeah, you didn't think we would find out did yah?"

I shook my head and mouthed the word 'no'. 

He chuckled. "We did, just thought you should know" 

"I did have faith in you, not a lot" I shrugged my shoulders "but at least I had some." 

Sam came through the door and nodded in Dean's direction. 

"Look" I whispered loudly. "Can you cut to the chase, please, i'm hungry too!"

Sam sat down on the bed closest to me and Dean swung a second chair around to face me. He pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to me. It was one of my ID's. 

"Miss Rachel Dawes?" he raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that the chick who went out with Batman?" 

I shrugged my shoulders again. "A girl can dream can't she?"

"Can you tell us your real name?" Sam asked, I looked at him. He looked straight back at me with puppy dog eyes. I dropped my head. 

"You're not going to believe me" I said. "But I'm just like you"

I watched to see their reactions they were unfazed. 

"When I was four I had a family, two brothers. One I looked up too and would follow anywhere and the other I never knew because he was so young when I left. 

One night my mother goes and checks on him, and the nursery catches on fire. My dad grabs my younger brother and passes him to my older brother and I'm trapped in my room from the flames. My dad runs to me, he grabs me, he takes me outside and we all escape unscratched. Everyone except my mother, she didn't make it. My dad sent me to live with a family that I didn't even know. The Lirets. They had no kids and were happy to have me. Before he left I asked him why he was leaving me here, he said it was so the demon couldn't get me. After that day the family trained me to be a hunter. By the time I was eight I had learnt how to hit an aim with a dagger that was ten meters away. I worked hard everyday, up until about a year ago when my family was torture and killed by a demon that was out for revenge, on me. I got home from working and they were dying, it had kept them alive so I could watch them die. I ran out in hurry I was going to kill the thing, it was waiting and it nearly killed me. I got away of course, but I am going to kill that evil son of a bitch." I smirked. I looked up at the boys.

"Do we know you?" Dean asked.

I smiled again. "The name's Clare, Clare Winchester."