Recruit

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Two young guys, handsome, young guys, stood there Natasha and I both had our aim on a different one, the in I aimed at was tall and had long hair and his hands defensively by his shoulders, the one Natasha had, drew a gun himself. Their faces look so familiar, they were on the mantel, them and dads old friend.

When I take a good look at the one I front of me, just like with the douche from the motel, I know him. He's the younger brother, wanted to go to law school, he had a white picket fence life in front of him but his brother took that away. He's the smarter, more patient and sweet of the two. But when I look at the older brother, I see more. He's broken, so broken he's close to not able to be fixed, close, but not there yet. He regrets pulling his brother away everyday of his life, but also likes that he has his brother. He does what he does to protect his brother. His dad wanted him to watch out for him, but that's not the only reason, his little brother is all he has.

"SAM! DEAN! Hey!" I said, putting my gun back and the security strap up, shaking away the peak into their lives I got.

"Hey, Jean? Right?" Sam asked, running his hands through his hair.

"Jean Keegan, call me Keegan." I said and shook his hand.

"I'm Natalie, I'm a cousin, she's living with me now, my dad was a hunter too." Natasha lies, convincingly.

"Im Dean this is my brother Sammy. Let's go inside." Dean offers, tucking his gun in his shirt like me.

We all walk in, right off the bat, Natasha and I almost demand attention. It's almost like everything goes silent when we walk in. It's empowering, does Natasha always do this? I like it. I go with it, we sit down and eyes follow. We wait for everything to get a little louder before he dare speak.

"So, Keegan, you look good, how've you been?" Sam asks, I chuckle and tell the truth.

"About a week ago I was shot in the arm and the stomach, I was in a coma and yesterday I tore the stitches, it was infected and I learned I can heal my self and other people.", it's not a lie.

"Really?" Dean says, believing me.

"Can I get y'all anything tonight?" A waitress asks.

"I'll have a beer." Dean says.

"One for me too." I say, I've had one with my dad once, I want to know if it taste different.

"I'll need some ID, for everyone actually." She says, waving her pen around.

"I left mine in the Impala, I'll be right back." I say, it's true my fakes in the Impala.

"Baby. Come." I call.

"Um, no pets." The waitress says.

"Wounded service dog." I shrug, standing.

"You're in the service?" She interrogates.

"Yes ma'am, army." I say, looking her in the eye challengingly.

"What happened?" She asked. I roll my eye I shrug off my leather jacket and pull back my shirt to show my two arm wounds, she nods, knowing she was defeated, but just to show her I show my stomach scar, it's sick looking. She just nods embarrassed.

"I'm gunna go get my ID." I say and grab my jacket, leaving Sam and Dean looking confused.

I walk to the car and get my fake ID. When I come back, drinks are already there.

"You're not twenty one, are you?" Sam asks confused when it sit down.

"God no." I respond, taking a sip.