My Supernatural Tale

Chapter 9

Hey guys this chapter wont be very long because I write my stories out before i add them and i havent finished so enjoy and tell me what you think.

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                                                                              No One's POV

When Dean finally woke up he was laying on the hotel bed, he could see a little light in between the curtains, which either meant it's morning, or he is seeing the light.

'That's wierd, I thought it was 8pm', Dean thought.

"Morning sleepy beauty", said a voice entering the room. Dean reached for the gun that was under his pillow, but all he felt was the bedding, his gun was gone. "Looking for this", said a woman standing at the end of my bed she had shoulder length light brown hair, and in her right hand, was Dean's gun. "Seriously Dean? under your pillow, that;s the most obvious place to hide a weapon, but you should know that."

"Who the hell are you?", asked Dean.

"Brianna, but since wer'e gonna be working together you can call me Bri", she said.

"That doesn't answer my- wait! your the new hunter?"

"In the flesh", she said. "What? didn't expect a hunter to look as good as I do?"

"Well- that doesnt matter! how did you get in here?" Then she helled her hand out and laying on her palm was a needle. "Oh"

"Yes, it's one of the first things you learn as a hunter", she said. "You should know that."

"Shut-up!"

"Make me!", she said grinning, and walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?", Dean asked.

"I'm....going to talk to our only witness....and since you look a little...well...hung over, I'll call you later", she said walking right out the door. Dean got out of the bed and stood there looking at the door processing what she just said...then he reacts.

"Wait!", he said walking towards the door, but before he could even grab the door knob, he collapsed.

                                                                       Brianna's POV

It took me a while to find out where Krystal was, but one of her neighbors told me she was at her house packing up her things. When I got to the house there was yellow caution tape surrounding the house, except for the path that leads up to the door, that's where the tape was ripped apart. I walked up to the door but before I knocked I turned around for a second only to see......nothing. There were no kids playing outside, no one was gardening, there wasnt even a breeze.

"Wow!....scary", I said before turning back around towards the door.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!'. The door creeked open, and in front of me stood a girl about 5.4 ft tall with long wavy dirty blonde hair, this must be Krystal.

"Hi, can I help you?", she asked me.

"Hi, I work with Dean, and Sam."

"Oh with the FBI? wow! is it just me or do you guys just never seem like FBI?", she said.

"FBI? they didn't tell you?" That's wierd she still think's they're FBI, what a surprise she's gonna get.

"Tell me what?"

"Uhhhhh-, nothing", I said.

"Ok well, if you dont mind I have some things I need to do so..", she said starting to shut the door.

"Wait!", I said putting my hand on the door so it wouldn't close.

"What?", she said sounding kind of mad.

"Is there a chance we could talk?", I said hoping she would say yes.

"Sure, why not....please come inside", she said nicely, and sarcastically.

"Thankyou", I said walking into the house. As soon as I walked into that house I had....a feeling, a very bad feeling.