As I drive back to the motel, I remember that I'd turned my phone off. I reach into my bag, digging around while driving an empty road. I retrieve it, waiting for it to turn on.
I have 12 voice mails and 19 text messages from Sam. I don't bother looking at them; I just dial to call Sam back. He answers on the first ring,
"Hello?" He asks, sounding unsure.
"Hey," I say, weary about his reaction.
"Where are you? Why haven't you been answering?" He says, his tone flat.
"I-I have bad news." I say, scared about telling him what was going on. Hearing a demon says they had plans for me wasn't the most settling thing in the world.
"What? Like yellow-eyes bad?" He asks and I bite my lip while mumbling a yes. I hear some fighting on the other end, some static, and then a new voice answers.
"Layla- where are you?" Dean asks, his voice gruff. He sounds pissed,
"On my way." I say, shutting the phone.
I pull up, rushing into the motel and to their room. When I knock, the door is quickly answered as if they'd been expecting me at this exact moment.
"What happened?" Dean asks, standing from the edge of the bed and holding his arms out in an interrogating fashion.
"Something's going to happen. I don't know what yet, but yellow eyes- He said I was going to change." I say, breathing heavily from my quick run from the car.
"What do you mean 'change'?" He asks, placing his hands low on his hips. He darts out his tongue to wet his lips, eyes slightly squinting.
"I don't know!" I say, pacing in front of them. "I don't know anything, why do I matter to him? Why me?"
"Just calm down," Sam says, taking me by the shoulders and guiding me to a chair. He sits me down, and the two of the boys exchange a look, which I don't understand.
"What?" I ask, and Sam raises his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"We got the colt. Well- our dad did." He says, shrugging. I drop my jaw, looking at Dean.
"How?" I ask, and Dean shrugs, sitting back down on the edge of one of the two beds.
"We don't really know. He just showed up with it." Dean says, a proud smile on his face.
"Wow." Is all I can manage, it was incredibly impressive.
"Now, all we have to do is find a way to locate him, then, we can gank this bitch." Dean says, slapping his thighs. I draw my eyebrows together, scared to face the demon Azazel again. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I wouldn't back down if given the chance to kill him once and for all.
"Our dad says he's working on something- but it'll take him a few days. We think it's best to split up and wait." Dean says, and my eyes lower. Of course he would suggest that, I probably should be thinking of ways to stay away from him as well, seeing as I'm supposed to hate him. I wish I could, and sometimes I did, but a part of me just likes him around. I had tried my best to be distant and cold towards him, but just looking at him made me remember what he was like before that night. Why had it all changed?
"Yeah. That would be best." I say, standing. Sam draws together his eyebrows, asking me questions with his eyes. I ignore it, walking quickly from the room and shutting the door.
As I pack my things, there's a knock on the door and I turn to see it opening.
"Hello?" I ask, seeing Dean peak in. "Oh, it's you." I say harshly, throwing a few more things into my bag.
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*Supernatural fan fiction* Layla wants revenge on the yellow-eyed demon which caused her life to spin into a turmoil. A new hunter with much to learn, she runs into the Winchester boys unexpectedly. From the moment Layla meets Sam and Dean, her l...