Hunter Unknown

That's Not My Name

"Fine ...I'm sorry."

Dean turned away from Sam and glared at me. He was pissed, but obviously trying to keep it together.

Turning back to his younger brother,"This is who you ask for help? She's a crazy person, Sam."Dean admonished.

"Dean." Sam said with a pleading sigh. "You're the one who threatened to send every monster and person out there after her. It's not her fault, Dean."

"You still want her help after she tried to kill you?" Dean quipped with the raise of a brow.

"She's helping us, Dean." Sam spoke with finality.

They both turned to me as I found composure once again, despite my earlier break down. To be honest all of the pretending to know how to interact with others was getting exhausting it's no wonder I lost it.

"Listen guys, I am sorry. Especially to you Sam. I'm not crazy well I mean- I'm not a monster. I do not kill innocent people and I will not try to murder you two -unless of course I have to." My brain was turning to mush from all of this, I couldn't even get my thoughts across in words.

"It's okay." Sam assured me while Dean's eyes bore into my soul with a deadly stare.

"I will help you two, but I know what happens to people who get involved with you. I am not afraid of death,however, there are far worse things than dying. I refuse to lose all that I have worked for so we need to talk about this. We need to set some terms and conditions if you will and for the love of God can we do it somewhere less creepy woods and Oh I don't know somewhere no other ears will hear. If I'm going to help you then I want cards up. I need everything laid out on the table and I will do the same."

"There's a place we can go- a safe house." Sam told me.

"You want to take her to the bunker?" Dean questioned while looking slightly appalled at Sam.

"It's fine, Dean."

Dean drew a deep breath, holding for only a moment before releasing it in a loud huff.

He began walking back to the car leaving Sam and myself behind. "I should probably ride with you anyway just in case." Sam said and if I didn't know better I would swear there was a hint of a joke in his voice. Perhaps he felt Dean was being childish.

I shrugged my shoulders and headed for the driver's side of my car. Sam got in as I started it.

I carefully pulled through the trees and onto the road behind Dean.

This was the very beginning of a long and enlightening journey that would change my life forever.

I had no clue how long this drive would take, so as usual I turned the radio on. I adjusted the volume to a level that said I don't hate you but I'm not in the mood for a heart to heart or small talk.

Bad Moon Rising by Credence Clear Water Revival came on and I mentally cursed wishing Sam wasn't riding shotgun so I could jam out. It is honestly pathetic how much I enjoy this song I though to myself.

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.

[Chorus:]
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

[Chorus]
All right!

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

[Chorus2x]

As the song ended Sam spoke up by clearing his throat then asking "So you never told us your name."

I took pity on Sam although I'm not sure why. He's right though I never told them my name, in fact, I had told them very little. I didn't even tell them I was a hunter even after they assumed so. I could be a crazy civilian chick for all they know.

"You can call me Eli or Ren, whichever you like I don't care." *[Ee-lie] [Wren]*

"Okay um, Eli- that's an interesting name."

"Yeah well it's a lot easier than the real thing trust me."

"Oh come on it can't be that bad." Sam responded with a short chuckle trying to make the situation less awkward.

"Well I was born Desdemona Daniela Keera Benetta." *[Dess- de-moan-uh] [Dan-yell-uh] [k-ear-uh] [Ben-et-tuh]*

"Wow-so where did Eli come from?"

"Well my name was later changed so now it's technically Iliana Eliza Priscilla Renata." *[Ill-ee-ah-nuh] [Ee-lies-uh] [Pri-sill-uh] [Wren-ah-tuh]* I said with a big grin I just couldn't help. I loved the look on his face, it was one of shock, amazement, and amusement.

"Wow that's -uh- interesting."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh that shocked me. It was a real laugh, I couldn't remember the last time I had laughed.

"It's okay, I know it's weird but it has a lot nicer meaning than my given name." I told Sam. The mood was no longer light as I tried to suppress the memories that suddenly came flying from the dark depths of my mind to the forefront. Usually my mind saved them for when my guard was down. Usually during sleep they would leak into my subconscious, poisoning my dreams turning them to night terrors.

"Can I ask?" Sam questioned with a curious look.

"Yeah" I replied with a soft sigh.

"What do they mean-your names that is?" He asked cautiously.

"Desdemona means wicked or of the devil...Daniela is Latin for God judges. Keera is also Latin meaning little dark one or an alternative spelling K-I-R-A means dark lady. Ironically my last name or what was my last name - Benetta- is Latin meaning blessed. Blessed ha! Isn't that a joke." I ended harshly.

"Why would your parents name you that? I mean besides the fact that it's terribly long the meaning is.."

"Horrible?" I finished his sentence.

"Yeah" Sam confirmed.

"That was the idea."

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter. It was changed when I was fourteen so it doesn't matter." At this point I no longer wanted to continue delving into the past.

"So now - now what does it mean?" Sam carefully questioned.

I ran a hand through my hair remembering when he had advised me to change my name and when he gave me the one I use now.

"Iliana is Hebrew it means the Lord has responded, Eliza is Latin too- most of my name's have Latin meanings, I know it's weird. Anyway Eliza means the chosen- I don't think I'm special or anything like 'the almighty chosen one' it's just he gave it to me and -"

"Who?" I was cut short by Sam.

"Uh- no one it just - it doesn't matter.  It was good advice that's all." I took a nervous breath.

"Okay"

"Anyway so Priscilla-Latin again - means dutiful and Renata is born again in Latin." I finished explaining my ridiculous name.

"Hmm" Sam said obviously unsure of what to say.

"So yeah I went from wicked, of the devil, the Lord judges, little dark one, blessed to the Lord has responded, the chosen, dutiful, born again. So that's why I said just call me Eli or Ren if you'd like.  It's a hell of a lot easier."

"Sure." Sam said with a polite smile.