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New to this whole "Hunter" thing from losing my brother a few years ago, Dean and Sam Winchester were like heroes in my eyes. From what I'd heard, they'd been heroes to many people, literally to some. Working with them.... While, no, was not an optimal dream, but for this new life I assumed... It was the best thing to happen to me. Ever.
If my life could go back to being normal, I wouldn't know that things like demons and werewolves existed. Vampires would be a thing to make me roll my eyes and ghosts would definitely just be a story my brother told me around the campfire to make me afraid to sleep that night. In my old life, none of it existed, and I liked it like that. It was simple, and I wasn't always on edge. I used to have to worry about boys, and grades, and my nails chipping.
My nails in this life were dirty, broken, uneven. It had been four years since Kyle died. Had I not been around for his death, had I not escaped from his murderer, and had I not met my savior, I would still not know that the boogeyman was not all fake. That first Hunter. The one who failed to save my brother, but was able to get me out safe. His name was Jake. He told me about demons in a coffee shop after my brother's death. The entire time Jake was talking to me, I kept remembering my brother yelling for me to run, and then a male hand reaching into Kyle's chest and ripping out his heart, squeezing the juices of it onto the ground while whispering some chant. His eyes so very black, I still had nightmares.
"Trace." His deep voice startled me, my hand immediately pulling out the knife I kept tucked in a holder on my leg at all times. He jumped back before I got him in the face with the blade. "Whoa, Xena, hold it!" Dean's constant movie references made me see a small light to all this darkness. For a long time, I thought laughing, even smiling, wouldn't come back to me. My parents died when I was 5. My brother and I were put into foster care cause, if we had family, they didn't want us. He made sure we stayed together in every house we got switched to. He was four years older than me, and my true hero.
He had a sense of humor that could be matched by no one. He cold make me laugh easier than anything. And I missed him terribly. "Sorry." I cracked Dean a small smile. Our first meeting involved him commenting, several times, that my expressions were bleak, that I was bordering emotionless. I refused to smile, laugh, or even show any hint of amusement when talking. Dean's fierce attitude made me think of Kyle. And after 3 days of helping them hunt down a certain demon, who happened to my personal demon, I'd gotten used to Dean enough to start softening up around the edges. Smiling at first felt like a lost talent, one you're reunited with and filled with the nostalgia of how good it feels to be doing it again. Now, the muscles used to smile moved on their own. Dean's jokes brought them easily.
"We're going to get a bite to eat. Sam's got a lead on our demon." He slightly nodded his head to the door, in show for me to get up. "We need to eat before our next move." He started walking away and I followed him after partially remaking the bed they lent to me. I slept in my clothes, in case a quick getaway was needed to be made. Sam had commented about my quick learning, having only done this for four years having very limited help. Jake only told me about demons and simple ways to kill them, because I asked. When I started seeing them, started seeing what to watch for, I started hunting. I didn't know werewolves existed until one almost ripped my arm off. I had been lucky that the knife I still carry was real silver.
We pulled up to this diner-looking place. "They have pie!" Dean exclaimed upon seeing a sign in the window. Sam made a noise, one that could be read half amused and half judging. "I can't be the only one excited. Come on!" Dean looked at me in hope as we got out of the beauty of a vehicle.
"I'm not much of a pie person unless they have Pecan..." I shrugged a little, almost sorry to break it to him. He sighed and muttered something about liking one kind of pie and we got a booth. As we waited for a server, Sam leaned forward a little to me.
"So. How long have you been at this?"
"Four years. Got into it, as you know, after watching my brother die. I didn't know a lot about any of the... monsters. The hunter who saved me just told me about demons. I'd learned more, bits and pieces, from other hunters as I ran into them. But no one took me in to teach me, no one stuck around long enough to help me survive. And I didn't need them to. After a year of learning, one man named Bobby taught me how to track. And so, I've been tracking our common enemy for the past few years, taking out whatever got in my way as I went along." I answered. At the mention of Bobby, both of their expressions grew grim for a moment, but the waiter came by.
We ordered quickly and then Dean started speaking. "Bobby was a good guy. Best damn man I've ever met. Most hunters develop a life-line with other hunters for when they need help..." He sounded all scoldy. "But you've been doing pretty good for yourself."
"Well. I don't stick around long. I kind of had to learn everything quick, too. No other hunters would really show me anything. A lot of them told me to get out while I could but... I tried that. After the initial intro to demons. I tried to just. Ignore it. But I started seeing it. I'd be out for a jog in the woods and see a man with all black eyes target someone else and I just... I couldn't let someone die. And then I'd see people do things that.. they'd never do and realize they were possessed or under some sort of influence. As time went on, I learned about people and monsters and heard some names.... You guys are popular talk among the hunter community." Neither of them looked surprised.
Our food was set in front of us and I was almost taken aback to see the savagery Dean took in eating. Almost. I joined in after a momentary hesitation. Sam was the one to look disgusted between us. "Getting to work with you guys on this, is amazing." I said between bites.
"About that." Sam started slowly. This made me stop mid chew of my third bite and stare at them, my eyes moving between their faces slowly. "Look, you've been great in helping us, telling us what you know about this demon and his patterns. You've been great at tracking him..." It occurred to me just then that we had to seem weird, having a whole conversation in almost all whispers. That was a weird thing to realize while practically being dumped by your heroes.
"I know it means something personal to you." Dean cut to the chase. "We get it. We had our demon to kill, too." Dean wasn't very quiet. It made me look around a little bit. "But we need to do this. It's apart of something bigger than revenge. You don't know what level of a demon you stumbled on, but we need him for the closing of hell. And we need to go alone in case things get bad. You've been a good hunter, but you're still a rookie and we won't be responsible for another death." He was a little quieter now. But not any softer. Sam just sighed.
"You can rest easy knowing your brother's murderer is dead... I know it's not as satisfying as it would be by your own hands, but... He'd be dead." He was trying to make me feel better. They were good-cop-bad-cop-ing this. Before I knew what was happening, tears came to my eyes. Both of them looked a little defeated.
"Look.." Dean started.
"No." I cut him off, quickly finishing the bite I had forgotten in my mouth. "No, you are not abandoning me. I get it. I understand it's for a greater good. You guys talk about it all the time. I hear you at night when you think I'm asleep. I know I'm new, but I've been helpful. I can distract him and you guys do what you need to do. But I will not be dismissed. Yes, I would love it if I could do the final act of beheading him myself." The tears were now falling. "But I will be just as glad to simply be present while it happens. I knew what I was getting into when I chose this life. You do not have to protect me. And I swear to God, if you don't let me do this with you, I will be sure to ruin everything." I had a very good poker face, they didn't have to know I wouldn't really bring myself to ruining something that needed to happen. "I know his moves. I will get to him before you and I will either kill him or warn him. And you'll be shit out of luck." They both looked bewildered now, not knowing what to do. "So it's settled." I took another bite, "I'm going." They didn't argue this time.
We went over the plan many times before actually making our move. We knew his pattern, how he operated And we knew his next move was going to be at a factory. He chose a new "meat suit" every three months, to keep the trail of bodies following him a mystery to the media. So far, they'd deemed it occult action. How would they feel knowing it was being done by one thing? In the last three years, I'd found he likes bodies to have a relatively economically unimportant job, a role easily filled if someone went missing. This meant factory workers. He liked men with black hair, and were tall. It narrowed our look our considerably.
Dean was the one to spot him. "How come you guys never just summoned him?" I asked suddenly. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and them Sam looked at me.
"We never knew exactly who we were looking for until you showed up..." Sam admitted. I didn't ask anymore questions. We knew he liked to bring his victim to a building set different from the factory itself in which this one only had one option. Dean had earlier planted a trap inside on the ceiling, he even complained about a kink in his neck from having to look up that long while standing on the desk to reach. He didn't much appreciate the joke I made about Sam being able to do that without the desk and complaining, either.
Movements were fast once inside the building. The demon entered, and then Sam and Dean ran full force to before to push him into the trap. The demon had his victim in his arms, tightly secured to him for leverage. His victim, however, was very awake, and very restless. "Sammy." Dean commanded. Sam pulled out some ceremonial blade, I didn't know the details of everything they had to do, but I knew the reasons. Dean started a chant and the demon looked to be in pain. Sam went to make his move but the victim flung his arms some and hit an uncapped bottle of water that simply slid from the desk, and splashed upwards out of the bottle.
"You've got to be kidding me.." I muttered. My job was to calm the victim down once we got them away from the demon. That didn't seem to be happening right now. And the room may have been too tall for Dean, but the water reached the ceiling seemingly effortless. The pain started dripping off, and Dean's chant broke in surprise at the water. His facial expression mirrored my words.
Neither of us were quick enough to see the demon's face go from pain to amusement. The trap was broken. Dean was the target, for this demon particularly loved older-siblings. Dean was still in shock when the demon moved for him, so I moved in front of him. I remembered hearing about Dean and Sam Winchester being fated, destined, to save humanity. They stopped the apocalypse. And because it was their clean destiny to save the human race, I decided it must have been my destiny to be here, to save Dean from this moment.
I had made it in front of Dean in time to hear him say a harsh "Tracey!" and feel the hand in my chest. This is what my brother felt. I could feel the hand around my heart, my breathing catching in my throat. I could feel myself dying. The last thing I would ever see, was Sam taking the enchanted blade, and sweeping the demon's head off it's shoulders. A sense of relief flooded me before everything was gone.
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