Begin again. (A spn fanfic)

Chapter 9

Madi's POV

We've decided that we would wait till night to do anything. Stopping at a gas-n-sip along the way to try and figure out if anybody knows where they might live; This being a small town, the first person knew exactly where we could find the Trent family. As we now drove to the house, I was laying in the back seat while my brothers were up front. I had nearly dozed off when Cass suddenly hopped in beside me. With my earbuds in, I didn't notice but then it was clear because he was as usual, staring at me. He always did that. 

I ripped out my earbuds, and sighed, "Hiya Cass." and "Guys weren't we going to buy him a bell?"

Sam chuckled and turned back to us with a smile. When he saw Castiel's grim one, it instantly disappeared when he asked, "Cass whats wrong?" Cass moved his eyes away from me to the boys upfront and stated in a mono-tone voice, "Somebody's been following you."

I immediately sat up and glanced out the back window. There was a car, similar to the one I had stolen, trailing close enough behind us to follow, and far enough to not be suspicious. I recognized it from the gas station because the man driving it had been watching me, weirdly.

"Guys, he's right. It's the damn guy that Dean was ready to punch." I groaned and slunk down in my chair. Dean glanced into the rear view mirror, along with Sam. Then asked, "Demon or what?"

"I'm not sure, but if they're following us. I can bet you anything it's 'cause of me." I sighed rubbing my forehead. This was all I needed. Another frigging monster on my tail while I was hunting. I swear, if this is going to be how it always is, I'll will personally invite Dean to handcuff me to the bed.

"Well, following us, probably not. But following you: Demon. You know how much Crowley hates you." Sam reminded me turning around to look at the car. I turned to and watched the man driving. From the parking lot in the Gas-n-Sip, I could tell he was a little young. He had a cleanly shaven face, if he was even old enough to grow facial hair, short brown hair, making him look like a soldier. From the back of the car, he looked like a black blob of shadow: bobbing up and down. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, "Okay, first let's deal with the wolves and then we can have all the time in the world with our friendly neighbor-hood stalker."

"Mads, we need to deal with this right now. We don't know if this guy is going to interrupt the hunt. And he's following you, up till now we didn't even realize it. Meaning he could disappear at any moment." Dean said, slowing the car. 

"Too late." Sam flinched. I slowly turned around to find area behind us, empty besides a Semi-truck trying to catch up with us. "Damn it." I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut. Angel Radar. Let's see if any of the tricks Cass taught me work. Nothing. Wonderful, perfect, superbly amazingly full of shit.

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9:00- the sun had barely set and we were stalked out-side of a small house in some community. There was a large moving vehicle parked outside, but I could still see a few lights on. "So really, who do you think was following us?" I asked, returning to my previous position in the car. 

Sam turned around, his face worried and replied, "Demons. I mean it had to be." I arched an eye-brow and asked, "What do you mean?" 

"Crowley is obviously trying to kill you without getting his hands dirty. The hell-hounds, the knife, and now a stalker? He's to scared of you to even come near you. Your not just a weapon, your the scariest thing on earth right now." Sam explained. I wasn't sure if it was compliment or an insult, but I decided to shrug it off anyway. "Your an angel and a human, mostly angel meaning your immortal except-" Sam started but I cut him off. "Yeah I know, except for angle blades which, it seems like, every damn monster is packing these days."