Devils Crossroad (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter Four.

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"What the hell took you so long?" Dean yelled as I quietly shut the door behind myself.

"I forgot my phone.... And I dropped it on the way back" I sighed holding out my broken phone. Giving them just enough reason to believe me, with out getting to suspicious.

I had made sure my eyes weren't red from my tears and that all the dust from the gravel parking lot was brushed off from my clothes. I didn't need to screw this up for Marie and I, given the fact I screwed up so much already.

"Do we have a plan?" kicking off my converse, I sat down on the bed. Watching as the hideous floral print crinkled beneath me. "I hope you do, because I'm not wasting time here if you don't." I stammered changing the focus off my absences.

"Well, given the fact we've dealt with this before we have two options. We either go into town and find who this distraught women is an burn her bones. Or we could have the luck of this thing leaving." Marie spoke up, pulling her laptop out.

"Leaving? With no help?" Sam asked, taking a seat on the bed next to ours.

"Obviously you haven't dealt with these things much. These banshees are a pain to kill because for one, their body could be miles away. They aren't bond to a specific town or area. Once they are out they're out." I shrugged. In my opinion it wasn't worth going after. We got lucky with the first one we killed, but luck hasn't been in the cards for the Colt family in years.

"I mean I can look up some history, but I doubt I'll find anything. It's a one in a billion chance this banshee is actually from here" I watched as Marie quickly typed away on the key board.

"If it's not, I say we just head out. The faster we get to Decoy the better" my eyes found Deans from across the room. His were searching mine, for what I have no idea. But that boy was thinking and thinking hard about something.

Standing up, I pulled my old beat up leather jacket off and threw it on the chair. Pushing past Sam who was now hovering over Marie as they worked together. Pushing past Dean who was leaning against the wall.

I made my way to the bathroom, closing the door behind me just a bit. Soon I found myself staring at my own reflection as the water from the tap filled the sink.

"I look like hell...." I sighed, seeing how pale and worn down I looked. My hair was a wild mess, which I choose to ignore and pull it up into a ponytail. The dark rings under my eyes giving away the fact I haven't had a good night sleep in days.

"No kidding." I jumped hearing Dean laugh. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine." I turned and cupped my hands together, gathering water from the sink. Splashing the cold water against my face, it seemed to reenergize me a bit. "So what do you want?" I spun around to face him.

"I'm just curious on how you two know so much about this stuff. No offense but I've never heard anybody talk about any Colts." his arms crossed his chest as he leaned back against the door.

"The same way you two know about things, we were born into demon hunting. It's all I know." I smiled as, pushed him aside leaving him standing alone in the bathroom.

~ Dean's Point Of View ~

"Well we weren't murdered in our sleep last night by the two creeps" I chuckled, as Sam and I wandered down the street.

"They aren't creeps Dean, they hunt just like we do" Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, hunters we haven't heard off. Plus they are sending us on a wild goose chase into town, for god knows what" I shoved my hands in my pocket, getting pissed. I didn't take directions from from people.... Especially girls.