Author Notes: I don't own Supernatural, Sam, Dean or John, they belong
to Eric. I do however own the character that is in this, and the plot
is also mine.
I also want to clear this up... John is alive in this. I couldn't write him out of this, I like having John around, he adds more to things when he's around. And this is an AU.
"Dude, are you sure this is the place?" Dean Winchester asked his younger brother, Sam, keeping his hazel eyes fixed upon the house. Nearly all the windows were broken and white paint that was peeling off made it look worn-out and the yellowed grass did not help improve the image.
"Yeah…" Sam answered, seeming less certain now that he saw the place.
"You don't sound sure, little brother," Dean glanced at him.
"I just thought the place would look—"
"Well, let's find out if she's here or not, huh?" Dean walked across the yard, and along the way, he stuck his left hand inside his light brown jacket.
"Whoa, whoa," Sam quickly moved in front of Dean, raising his arm up to stop him from taking another step. "You brought a gun? Are you crazy?"
"What? You think I was gonna come here empty-handed? You have no idea what this chick is like, and whether or not if she is one of them. You must be crazy if you thought I was goin' to meet someone without packin'," he pulled the pistol out and checked to make sure it was all set for a quick grab and shoot before he ended up across the room, hitting a wall for the 10 millionth time since he began hunting.
Sam sighed stepping aside not bothering to say another word, and he watched as his brother continued to head toward the front porch. "Dean."
Dean turned around. "What?"
"Just make sure you know she's one of them before going all commando on her, ok?"
"I know," Dean faced the house again.
Once they reached the front door, they exchanged a look at one another before Dean reached for the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door inward in the progress, the hinges squeaked as it continued to open, and Dean placed his hand inside his jacket again, gripping the firearm lightly, ready to use it at any time.
The two stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door behind them. The floor creaked from their weight while they moved along the wooden floor and into the living room.
Sam glanced around the room, hoping to see nothing but a normal house with a normal person. He turned to his brother and saw he was on the other side of the room, checking out something. "Find something?"
"Besides dust and cobwebs, I've got nothing," Dean responded wiping his hand on his jeans.
"Stay where you are!" they then hear a click of a gun. "I won't hesitate to shoot," the young woman said. "Turn around slowly, hands behind your head."
The brothers did as their told and slowly faced her now seeing whom the voice belonged too. They noticed the young woman has long blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders, and she stood at least 5'5, and seemed fit.
"You must be Angela," Dean assumed speaking first.
"Who are you?" she asked pointing her gun at him, showing she wasn't taking any chances.
"The name's Dean Winchester and this is my geeky brother Sam."
"Winchester?" she repeated. "You are John's sons?"
"Yeah we are," Sam replied. "He sent us here," he added shortly after.
"Would you happen to know why he did that, Angel?" Dean wondered. "By the way, can we put our arms down now, or are you waiting to see who can last longer?"
Angela lowered her arm, sticking the gun in the back of her jeans. "One, I don't know why he sent you here. And two, if you call me Angel again, you'll be walking out of here with a bullet hole."
"O-k," Dean gave a short quiet whistle, lowering his arms as he glanced at Sam.
"So, if you don't know why he sent us here, I guess we will find that out when we talk to him. Now, I need to ask, why are you here, in this house?" Sam asked.
"Simple answer… I live here."
"Live here?" Dean repeated. "You're kiddin' right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
She wasn't he noticed. "Why here?"
"I wanted a place that was empty, and I didn't want to deal with paying someone. This type of job doesn't bring in the money, you know that," she explained. "I would love to discuss this further, but I need to make a call," and with that, she turned around and walked out of the room.
"I'll tell you one thing, she seems like one tough chick from what I can tell already," Dean mumbled to Sam while he leaned to the right a bit to see Angela in the hallway, talking on the phone.
"You better not say something like that around her, or else you will leave with a bullet hole," Sam told him.
"Like what?" he looked at him.
"Calling her a chick, she would probably beat your ass for it."
Dean smirked a little. "Now that's somethin' I wouldn't mind."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Think with your upstairs brain, Dean."
"Whatever," Dean headed toward one of the broken windows in the center of the room. "I'll never understand why she picked this place to live in. I mean look at it," he brought his arm up and gestured to the wallpaper peeling off, the floors covered in dust and dirt, and in a corner by a door, a hole for probably mice to live in, and the small ceiling light hung by just a couple of strings that could snap at any moment. "Even I wouldn't want to live here."
"I second that," Sam agreed. "I wonder—"
"Are you kidding me?"
Both men turned to face Angela and wondered who she was on the phone with. They shared a look before Sam walked out of the room, and into another.
"I'm not going to do it. You can for…" Angela sighed. "Yes sir," she hung up the phone and headed back to the brothers. "I must say, you were smart to go away to school Sam," she said looking at him when he stepped back into the room.
"How do you know about that?" he questioned, now curious how much she knows about them.
"John told me when I went on a hunt with him. Nearly drove me insane," she spoke with a shake of her head. "He's too bossy, and I'm usually the bossy one when it comes to hunting. You cannot get a word in edge wise with him. I don't know how you can handle it without speaking your mind," she glanced at Dean for the last part.
"Was that who you were just talking to?" Sam asked her.
"Oh, so he'll pick up for someone else, but not his own sons?" Dean scoffed. "I don't get him."
"What'd he say?" Sam ignored what his brother said.
"Just that he wants me to help you take care of the vampire that's supposedly in town," she told him. "He knows I work alone."
"And there's no way I'm letting a girl tag along anyway," Dean stated matter-of-fact as he moved past the two and to the front door. "Let's go Sammy."
"Are you afraid I might be better than you or something?" Angela turned to Dean.
"Why would I be afraid?" he faced her.
"Oh, I don't," she shrugged. "Maybe you wouldn't want to look like a fool when a girl might be better than you at hunting. Am I right?"
"Sweet heart, you're dreamin'," Dean smirked. "I've been at this probably a lot longer than you. You were probably still playin' with Barbie's while I took care of things that went bump in the night."
"For your information," she stepped closer to him, her eyes locked with his. "I didn't play with Barbie's. I didn't do what girls did my age, instead I was sitting in the living room with my father cleaning guns and knives. I never had the chance to do what a normal girl would do. I had to join my father with hunts just like you. Therefore, you are wrong about many things. I have probably been doing this just as long as you."
"What made your dad start?"
She faced Sam again, her expression changing almost immediately, and her eyes seeming darker than her blue eyes. "My mother was killed by the demon that killed both your mom and your girlfriend. My dad told me that he wanted to find it and destroy it if it was the last thing he did. Unfortunately for him… that was the last thing he did. He found it, tried to take care of it, but it..." she took a breath making sure not to let her emotions show. "I'll be damned if I'll let it get away with it. It's good as dead," she turned to Dean. "Now, I'll be out of your hair as soon as the stake is sticking out of that vampire's chest, you can count on it," she walked past him and out of the house.
"She's sure determined," Sam said slightly surprised just how determined she really was.
"She has a reason to be, Sam, same as us," Dean then walked out of the room.
Sam sighed as he followed him.