Crowley's Daughter (Sam Winchester~ Supernatural)

Tagging Along

"So you mean to tell me you guys are hunters? Supernatural hunters?"

We had got back to the motel and I was currently questioning them in my room. They weren't journalists. They were just like my brother. A hunter.

"Yea. I know this makes no sense, but you have to trust us." Sam said.

I was pacing back and forth. I didn't know what to think. Besides Damian, these guys were the only hunters I'd ever meet.

"No, I believe you."

"You do?" Dean said surprised.

"Yea. My brother and I-- well, my brother is a hunter. He taught me everything I know. How to fight."

"No offense, but you fight like a girl, sweetheart." Said Dean.

I rolled my eyes at his sexist statement.

"Do you think your brother knows something about the death about the old lady in the paper?" Sam asked me.

I looked at him confused. He handed me the newspaper and I read the article it was open to. It was about an old lady who was in perfect health and she had hung herself. At the diner, his friend had mentioned him visiting an old lady.

"I don't know. The busboy at the diner said he had heard my brother going to see an old lady. Not sure if it's the same one, though."

"Guess we'll just have to go check it out ourselves." Dean mentioned.

"I'm going too."

"No way." Dean told me.

"Well, you aren't the best of fighters either. You'll need my help, princess."

Dean clench his jaw as Sam started laughing at his brother.

"Fine." he said back.