Writings of Amyress

As soon as the men woke up I had Rayne
apologize to Dean. I had to force her.
Honestly sometimes I just have to wonder
about her. She lets her emotions drive her
too much sometimes. I can’t say anything
either because I do the same thing more
or less. I just wish she would act her age.
We shouldn’t let pity things get to us but
we do anyways. I guess habits just don’t
die.

As of right now Paige and I had the
Winchester boys helping us out with the
case of Samantha Durlin.

Dean eyed Rayne with daggers. Part of
me fear what he might do if left alone. The
marks on his face left by her didn’t help
my fear what so ever.

I loaded my clip into my gun, cocking it
back and flipping the safety as I placed it
back in its holster.

“So what do you guys know about this…
Samantha?” Sam approached me as I
readied our other weapons. I glanced up
at him, smiling when I realized his face
looked so much better then Dean’s at the
moment. Catching myself though I
quickly regain my composure.

“She was drowned a couple of years
back. Her father said it was a result of the
neighborhood kids practical joke.” I shook
my head. “We had gone earlier to burn the
bones, but…”

“They weren’t hers.” Sam nodded in
understanding.

“Exactly.” I placed two salt shells in to the
barrel of my shotgun, quickly locking it
into place and checking its sights. I saw
Sam watching from the corner of my
eyes. “It’s not polite to stare.” I said
putting the shot gun down and loading
my knives up.

Sam’s gaze faltered as he stuttered for
words. “It’s just that you seem to know
your way around a gun.” He looked at the
shotgun nervously avoiding my eyes. I
turned to him and smiled. “Of course.” I
took the knife out from my side belt,
holding it up for him to see. The tip
curved just enough to cause a good
amount of damage. The edges were cut,
sharper in certain places. I smiled
seductively and turned, releasing the
knife as I did. I watched as it flew across
the room landing just behind Dean’s
head, sticking into the cabinet door.

“I prefer my knives, though.” I moved from
my place, both Sam and Dean watching
as I went to fetch my knife.

“I swear,” Dean moved as I came behind
him. “You girls are going to be the fucking
death of me.” I heard Rayne laugh from
her seat on the counter. “Trust me. We
won’t.” she took a bite into her apple.

“You’re more likely to die from a hunt than
accidental death by us,” I said to him.

“Me, Rayne and… we’ve been practicing
since we were young.” I said quickly
trying to cover my mistake. Rayne shot
me look. We weren’t supposed to mention
that person. Not to anybody. Ever.

“Sam, you come with me. Dean you’re
with Rayne.” Dean stopped and shot a
look between the two sisters. “You want
me.” He pointed at himself dramatically
and then shifted his hand to Rayne. “To
let her in my car?” he shook his head,
“Nah uh. Nope. No fucking way.” Rayne
crossed her arm and gave him a
disgusted look.

“Yeah because I want to fucking go
anywhere with you.”

“Sam.” Dean shot his brother a looked,
pleading with him to get him out of this
situation. There was no way he wanted
this chick in his car. She was nuts.

“Just go.” Sam waved his hand in the
direction of the Impala.

Dean looked back behind him at his
beautiful car. “Son of a bitch. Fine.” He
stormed off in the cars direction.

“Look,” he stopped beside his door, finger
on the alarm. “You do or try anything in
this car, I will kill you.”

He stared at her, waiting for a response.
“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.” She
enunciated each word, keeping her hand
on the door. Rolling his eyes, he got in
and reluctantly unlocked the door revving
up the engine and pulling out of the
parking space, he turned out the lot and
head in the opposite direction of Sam and
April. He drove down the road smoothly,
but the silence was getting to him.
Reaching over, he turned on the radio.
The systems blasted to life, echoing one
of his favorite Zeppelin’s songs.

Rayne stared at the radio obviously not
liking the song .She went over to change
the station, but was cut off by Dean
grabbing her hand.

“Let me go,” she said glaring at him.

“Nobody touches the radio,” he said
paying attention to the road in front of
him. There was no way he was going to
let this happen. He was against having
her in his car to begin with. The least he
can have is his music. Nobody was going
to tell him otherwise.

“Then change the station. Put on
Metallica or Papa Roach or something.”
Dean turned to her slightly surprised.
“You like Metallica but you don’t like Led
Zepplin?”

Rayne eyed him with a straight face.
“Nope.”

“What planet are you from, seriously?” he
shook his head in disbelief.

“Are you going to change the fucking
radio or not?” she rolled her eyes toward
him.

Dean gave his head a shake as he
refocused his thoughts. “Right. No. Not
going to happen. My car. My radio. My
rules. You’re just gonna have to deal with
it.”

She yanked her hand away and he
smirked having won the little argument.
She dug into her pocket pulling out her
phone and headphones. She put the
headphones on and sifted through her
phone for a song to block out the radio.
She then turned and stared out the
window. The rest of the car ride was
silent.

April had let Sam drive the car. It was
quiet for a bit and Sam decided to strike
up a conversation.

“So. Uh… how long have you guys been
hunting?”

“We started being taught when we turned
eight. As soon as we could walk we were
taught how to handle a weapon.” April
smiled at the taught. “After a year our
Mom took us along on jobs. We learned
quickly. We learned everything that’s out
there and how to kill it. Our mom taught
us everything. ” she said looking at him,
“We were even taught how to speak a few
languages.”

“Wow. Dean and I were always left in a
motel waiting for our father to return. He
was always hunting and we hardly saw
him. It was always just Dean and me.” He
stopped and made a left.

“When I was 18, I went to study at
Stanford. I wanted a normal life away
from the family business. I didn’t want to
be a hunter so I left.”

“So what made you get back into it?” said
April with curiosity.

“After not speaking with my brother for a
while, you tend to be very curious when
he shows up at your door step.”

April laughed. “So is curiosity what got
you here?”

He glanced at her wondering if he could
trust her. So many things confused right
now, he really didn’t know.

He smiled at her widely. “I guess you
could say that.” His words rang true, but
his heart panged with guilt. It was only a
matter of time.

I havent been keeping up with my fics so to those who read im sorry. There should be a new chapter up for each by tommorow :)