Chapter 3

I opened my eyes, realizing what just happened. Vivian just possessed me!

"It's alive!" Dean said, just like the Frankenstein professor.

"Where's the demonic whore?" I growled, standing. Almost falling over, I felt muscular hands hold on to my mid section.

"I think you should stay asleep, sweetheart." Deans voice spoke.

I could feel myself be picked up, "I'm fine. Just a little bit pissed."

"Yeah, you look just fine." Sam said sarcastically.

I let Dean drop me on the bed. Well, he didn't drop me, but you get what I mean. I guess my body was just too exhausted. So, my plan is: murder Vivian, and sleep again.

"So, what did Vivian want? I mean, she did take over my body." I relaxed, placing my arms above my head.

"Yeah, Sammy. What did she say?" Dean said, pushing me over, and laying down himself.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Vivian said that you're connected to some sort of weapon... Or vice versa. So, I'm doing research."

Dean looked at me, "What's the weapon?"

I felt like I was being ganged up on. My face turned red, "Uh... I don't know... It's all new to me. So, Vivian told you this?"

Both Dean and I looked at Sam. Sammy sighed, "Yes. She did. And no one knows what the weapon is... I guess demons are coming after you, so Dean and I have to keep you safe."

Dean scoffed, "Demons lie, Sammy."

"She seemed serious."

"And that's what Ruby did. She seemed serious, and you started the apocalypse!" Dean shouted.

"That... Okay. Fine. We'll see what happens. But, we still need to finish this case." Sam turned back to his laptop.

"In my opinion, I think it's a Wendigo. I mean it's stringing them up, and making them it's food source." I spoke up, speaking my mind.

Sam looked at me, "But, the Wendigo usually don't string up their victims. They just eat them whole."

"Maybe it's trying to throw us off?" I reasoned, sitting up and crossing my legs.

"Why would- I'm not even going to question that stupidity." Dean grumbled.

I looked over at him. A smirk came to my lips, and I started to be all flirty. I rubbed my hand across his chest, and drew lazy patterns with my fingers. Dean smirked. I moved my fingers to his jeans' waistband. Moving them back up, I moved bath hands to his rib area. Then, I pushed him off the bed.

Laughter boomed through the motel room. Sam was laughing his ass off, while Dean was cursing loudly.

"Ouch! Bitch!" Dean cursed loudly.

"Ass!"

"Jjjjjeeeeeeerrk." Sam chimed, moving back to his laptop.

I got back up, getting ready for a shower. Before I could step away from the beds, my ankles were grabbed, and my feet ripped from under me. I went crashing towards the floor. I cursed loudly.

"That all ya' got, Winchester?" I grumbled, flipping myself on my back.

"Sammeh!" Dean shouted.

I felt large hands grab my wrists and hold me down. Dean crawled on top of me, and straddled my hips.

"Not fair!" I whined.

I couldn't hold in the laugh that was being created. Dean started to tickle me. Within a few seconds, my side started to hurt, and I was in desperate need of coffee. Short snorts and yelps came from my mouth as they kept tickling me.

Dean and Sam let me go, laughing themselves.

"You just- did you just snort?!" Dean started laughing.

I stopped, taking deep breaths, "Shut up."

I pulled myself up away from the two dying giants. They were laughing really hard. I walked over to the coffee machine, but there was none.

"THE FUCK?!" I freaked out. I needed coffeeeeeee.

"I ran out for coffee a few hours ago..." Sam came up behind me.

I jumped at the sudden voice, "And you didn't think to get me any?!"

"It's in the fridge." He replied.

I opened the fudge and there it was. Wonderful coffee. I shoved it into the microwave. The heater thing beeped, and I burned my mouth. I still drank the scorching hot cup of delight. I moaned at the wonderful Nutmeg flavors. When I chugged the whole cup, I looked at the other two men in the room. They had their eyebrows raised in questionable looks.

"I like coffee," I stated, going through the mini fridge, "Any new info on our case?"

Sam sat at his laptop again, "It just doesn't make any sense. Aside from the fact that they're all women, there's no pattern. A Wendigo usually doesn't care. They'll just take someone from wherever they are, and eat them slowly... I don't get it..."

I leaned against the small counter. It didn't make sense. What if it wasn't a Wendigo?

"Well... What if it's just throwing us off? Trying to keep it's tracks covered.."

That's what got all three of us thinking. I started to come up with a plan in my head. Fire, flares, anything that caught fire worked. A lighter even. I mean, because if it's patterns, I could be the bait. I could pretend to be defenseless and attack at the last minute.

"Kylee? You okay?" Sam was suddenly standing in front of me, a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I snapped out of what I was doing, "Uh- yeah. Just thinking. Not just about this case though."

"We can worry about the weapon problem later. We need to save the other people who don't know how to fend for themselves." Dean grunted.

"Inconsiderate asshole." I grumbled back. The playful environment became tense.

Dean's gaze met mine, his face in an angry expression, "You've gotta remember somethin' sweetheart-"

"What? You're an arrogant dick who only wants things done his way?" I shot back. My voice was laced with bitchiness.

"I'm getting real sick of your shit, sweetheart. You've gotta remember that we are helping you. Not being your enemies."

"Well, let's hope this case is done sooner than later." I grunted, pushing past both of the brothers.

I was out to my car. It was time for 'me time'. I could really use it. I dug into my pocket, but didn't find anything. My damn keys weren't in my pocket. I walked back in, and walked over to Sam. I stuck my hand into his front pocket, and grabbed my keys. His eyes were wide when I looked back up. I smirked.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean shouted.

I didn't answer. I just walked out to my car, and grabbed my duffel full of clothing. Hunting clothes, casual clothes, and FBI clothing. It's amazing what a hunter really has to go through. Disguises, fake IDs, pretending. All of it.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I slammed my car's trunk. Time to shower and change. Wonderful. Walking into the motel room, I put my duffel on the bed I was in. Of course, Dean and Sam looked at me like I was crazy.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." I mumbled, grabbing clean underwear, bra, ripped jeans, and an AC/DC 'Hells Bells' t-shirt.

With that, I walked into the bathroom, and locked the door. I took a quick, but hot shower. It was nice to be able to relax for a few minutes. Drying off, and keeping my arms from hitting the walls was fun. (Note the sarcasm.)

I quickly got dressed in the jeans and t-shirt. Somewhat comfortable instead of a normal day. Usually I'm in slacks and nice clothing. Eew. I brushed my hair, and put the messy natural blonde curls into a ponytail. Unlocking the bathroom door, I quickly shoved my stuff into my bag. Which, by the way, looked like it was rummaged through. By animals.

I turned to see Dean holding a few of my dad's journals, a few lore books, and my... Journal. My eyes widened.

"Care to explain?" Dean said, holding the books in his hands.

"Yeah, personal space. Or privacy. Either one works."

"You're hilarious. What are these?"

"Books of lore and myth, my parents' journals, and my journal. So, my stuff." I made the 'no-shit-sherlock' face.

Dean walked closer to me, "I find it weird that these aren't personal journals. All of them are on angels and/ or demons. Except for one of your parents' ones. You know something."

"Not much, but yes. I do." I grunted. He found something of mine... Wonderful.

He made the 'go on' motion.

"My dad. He was stupid enough to befriend an angel. And then, the Angel tried to kill him. Well, this is what I got from his journal. So, when the Angel tried to kill my dad, he ended up getting sent back to Heaven. So, as revenge, something important is linked to me. I don't know what it is, but I know it's important." That was only a brief. But, some things are better kept behind closed doors.

"That's it?" Dean said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes. That's it. Now, can I have what's left of my parents back?" I retorted as he handed them to me. Something occurred, "Where's Sammy?"

"Getting food." He stated briefly.

My stomach grumbled. Just the thought made me happy.Food. My favorite thing on Earth.

"Hungry?" Dean chuckled.

"I'll be back." I said, grabbing my keys again.

Before he could shout something out, I pulled on my sweatshirt, and went to my car. My beautiful Impala sat in a space by the motel door. I sat in my car, pulling an extra pistol from the glove box. Extra protection was all I needed.

I drove out of the motel parking lot, and kept driving. I didn't get far before a gruff voice came from next to me.

"Hello, Kylee." It said.

I swerved, but quickly pulled myself into the right lane, "DUDE! You can't do that!"

"I am sorry. I have information about the weapon that's linked to you. You can't tell Dean and Sam." Castiel said.

"Wonderful. More secrets."

Castiel told me more about this thing. It was a weapon linked to me, but it was very powerful. Whoever got it first, Heaven or Hell, could demolish earth and the other side. But, they needed me to find it. If I found it fist, I could practically mutilate one of the places, keeping earth alive.

After a few minutes, I spoke up, "Why can't I tell them?"

"Because Sam and Dean were once vessels for Lucifer and Michael." Castiel's flat tone was deep and distant.

"More secrets are what I need." I said sarcastically.

I heard the slight flap of wings, and Cas was gone. I pulled into a diner parking lot, and locked my doors. Walking in, everybody was just reading a newspaper, or eating breakfast. Good to know it was still before noon.

I took a seat at the stools, and picked up the menu. Specials were simple and cheap. So, I went with a breakfast burrito. One of my favorites from back home.

"Hello, I'm Tracy. I'll be your waitress today. What can I get you?" The young lady asked.

"Uh, your breakfast special with coffee. Creamer and sugar too." I passed her the menu.

"That'll be right out." She took the menu, and walked to the chef thing.

Coffee was place in front of me, and I poured creamer in it, and a little sugar. Best coffee ever.

I got to thinking about the case. I could put myself in to woods, and wait until it took me. I'd have my stuff, and I'd be ready to murder the bastard with a flare. But, what if I'm wrong and it's not a Wendigo? What if it's another werewolf? Or witch? And hexes? I started to worry myself. I burned my mouth with the scorching hot coffee. Oops?

From the corner of my eye, I saw someone sit down. I ignored the person, but kept keeping my eye on the unknown stranger.

"Are you not going to greet me?" It was a female voice I heard yesterday, "I must apologize... But, you'll murder me anyway."

"Vivian." My voice was venomous, "If you don't leave now, I'll stab you."

"In public?"

"Yes."

Vivian shut her face, while I finished my coffee. Tracy came back with my food, and she refilled my coffee. I ate in silence keeping my mind from slitting Vivian's throat. I finished and paid for my food. It was delicious. (FYI)

"Can we talk?" Vivian appeared next to my car.

"No."

I put the key in the ignition, and sped back to the motel. Both Dean and Sam were sitting at the small table, both with a laptop. When I closed the door, both of them looked at me.

"You look at me like I have two heads." I stated.

"Well. If you want to be logical-"

"Dean. Don't say it." Sam growled at his brother.

I chuckled, "Anything?"

"Another woman, mid twenties found this morning. Mutilated and tied to a tree." Sam stated, scrolling through the article.

"Well, I say we go after this thing tonight. Use me as bait, and gank the mother." I stated.

"NO!" They shouted in unison.

"I'm 24. I can handle it. I've done this ish since I was 13. My dad would take me." I mumbled. "Exactly. We don't want you to get hurt." Sam stated, being stubborn.

"I'm the queen of stubbornness. I won't back down." I crossed my arms, "There's no other way we'll catch it. It'll be drawn to me, so it'll work."

"Fine. But if you get hurt, don't blame it on us." Dean grumbled like an old man.

" 'Course, Princess. It'll all be blamed on me if I get hurt." I said seriously.

Dean rolled his eyes. We all got ready and left.

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A/N: DUNN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNNNN.

What do you think the creature is? Is it a Wendigo? Or...

~Mae