Studying the Right Creature
Chapter One
The sound of barking caused me to turn my head, and as I saw a dog run through the living room it made me smile. I knew that bark from anywhere. I kneeled down, petting our beloved dog from my childhood. Wait, but… he was no longer alive. This house I was in, wasn’t the childhood home that I grew up in. I stood up, looking around, and there she was. It was my mom, smiling over at me from her couch. She was also petting our childhood dog. This couldn’t be real, none of it could be.
“Hey!” I felt a shake on both of my shoulders, “hey you!”
I blinked a few times, groaning from the light shining into my eyes. The more I blinked, the more I saw the reality I was in.
“She’s waking up Sammy,” I heard the same voice say in a whisper.
I was finally able to fully open my eyes. When I did, I saw two men standing there staring at me. I went to scream but my mouth was covered by a hand, then the man put a finger up to his lips for me to be quiet. That’s when I assumed we were all in the presence of whoever or whatever kidnapped me.
The man who covered my mouth, slowly took his hand off, making sure I wasn’t going to scream. I stayed quiet while he took the restraints off of both my hands. I ripped the IV out of my arm that the Djinn must’ve put in while I was out.
The other man, who I’m assuming his name is Sammy, had a knife in his hand. He was looking around quickly, and went into action once he spotted the monster.
“Stay here!” The man who stood by me said and went to help Sammy. I stayed there as told. There were lots of things being broken, and thrown across the room. But it finally became quiet after a few minutes.
“Holy shit…” I said coming out from behind a wall, looking at the mess that was made, “that was crazy!”
“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you’re lucky we were hunting this thing,” the other man said with a voice huskier than earlier.
“Dean, it’s probably not even her fault, you know Djinn’s can manipulate you with their minds.” Sammy looked over at Dean.
“Thank you… for saving me,” I gave them a small smile, “my name’s Jess. I study Folklore and Mythology. I was studying this Djinn, and next thing I knew I was in a whole different reality.”
“Impressive… that you study Folklore and Mythology, even though it’s not really a myth,” Sammy smiled, “I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean.”
“How did you guys find out about this thing?” I asked, wondering if they also studied Folklore and Mythology.
“You study these monsters, we hunt and kill them,” Dean told me, picking up a knife and wiping off whatever remnants were on it, on his sleeve.
“We’re hunters, Men of Letters” Sam told me, helping his brother pick up the body of the Djinn to rid of it.
“I didn’t think the Men of Letters were around anymore” I followed them outside, grabbing a shovel on the way.
“They were destroyed in 1958, and been inactive for over a decade. Until us.”
“Wow, now that’s impressive,” I smiled nonchalantly, and started to dig a hole for Sam and Dean to bury the body.
“For someone who was just kidnapped and almost killed by a monster, you’re really calm,” Dean said, looking down at me from above the grave.
I shrugged, “it’s not the first time this has happened to me, it just so happened you were hunting the same creature I was studying.”
“Maybe you can stick around, and we’ll show you how to defend yourself from things like this Djinn,” Sam offered, and looked over at Dean. He didn’t seem too opposed to it, but he didn’t look thrilled about the offer either.
“Yeah, sure” I squinted looking at him, trying to see through the sun that was shining in my eyes.
Sam seemed excited about teaching me some defensive moves. Once we were done with getting rid of the Djinn, Dean reached down, helping me out of the grave that Sammy and I were standing in. Afterwards, he helped Sam out too.
“How do you guys know you can trust me? You’re just offering to take in a stray off the street. You know nothing about me.” I looked between the two brothers while walking back to their car.
“Sometimes you can just tell,” Sam shrugged while putting all their weapons into the trunk of their car, “we’ll get to know you.”
I took a better look at it their car once the trunk was closed. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, all black with leather interior and it was a beautiful car.
“Wow,” I said in awe, lightly running my hand down the side of the shiny coat of the car.
“I hope you washed your hands first,” Dean said, opening the driver's side door. He smirked a little bit, showing that he was only joking. I smiled while watching him get in, and he looked at me through the window.
“You getting in or what? Maybe you can tell us what you know about the next monster we hunt. You could be useful, I guess,” Dean raised an eyebrow at me, smirking more.
I opened the back door on the driver's side and slid into the back seat. I looked at Dean through the rear-view mirror, and I realized how handsome he was. He had his eyes on the road, paying attention to where he was driving. He was drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel along to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, how gorgeous his green eyes were. I mean, it was the first thing I saw when I came too after the Winchesters saved me. Dean must’ve felt me looking at him, because he looked up at me in the mirror and smiled. I blushed a little, turning my head to look out the window. But I still couldn’t help to glance at him every once in a while. Who knew that studying a Djinn, gone wrong, could possibly be the best day of my life? I guess we would have to wait and see.
