"Okay. Whoa. There I am," my eyes widened as we stared at the screen.
"Yeah."
"Wait, wait, wait," I leaned closer to the screen.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"I'm trying to read my lips. 'Now salsa you mittens.'"
"You can't read lips."
"I can't read lips."
We watched as the man I confronted used magic to throw me back into the dumpster behind the bar.
"You see that?" I looked over at the brothers.
"Yeah, of course," Sam nodded. "I think we got our witch. What, you don't remember any of this?"
"It's like watching myself on Netflix."
I shook my head, grinning over at the brothers. Sam paused the video to get a better look at the man I was following.
"That guy look familiar to you? That jacket."
"Yeah," Dean nodded as I shook my head in denial. "Didn't Barry have a picture of him in his office?"
"Yeah, that must be how you recognized him last night," Sam directed at me.
We continued watching the video, and I jumped, surprised when I fired a gun at the man.
"And I take a shot. I know how to shoot a gun?"
Both boys looked concerned, but didn't answer. We headed out behind the bar to the area we were watching on the security tape.
"Alright, so you crashed here," Dean nodded at the dumpster. "Uh... you ran that way. Uh, shot, uh... here."
He bent down, picking an object off the ground.
"Yep, witch-killing bullet."
"Wait," I swallowed, looking over. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches?"
Dean straightened up as Sam moved over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Ellie... witches are real. Vampires, werewolves, witches, they're all real. And we kill them."
I took a moment to process the new information, breaking out in a wide grin.
"Awesome. That's awesome."
The boys exchanged another look before heading down the path into the woods where I had apparently run off in. While we walked, I continued to ask them both questions.
"This is crazy," Dean scoffed after a minute.
"What?" I asked.
"Us giving you 'the talk'. You know how many times we've had to tell some civilian that monsters are real?"
"Yeah, but monsters are real," I hit his arm. "And we're the ones who kill 'em, man. I mean, come on. Best job ever."
"Yeah," Sam chimed in. "If you like greasy diner food, crappy motel rooms, more than one apocalypse."
"I don't know," I shrugged. "We kinda sound like heroes to me."
"Hey," Sam stopped, spotting a bloody handprint on a tree.
"Whoa," my eyes widened as I looked at a bullet hole by the handprint.
Then, I turned back around, hitting Dean on the arm again.
"And our best friend's an angel," I grinned excitedly. "What?!"
"We just gotta get you cured," he muttered, looking around.
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Losing Hope | {BOOK 4}
Fanfiction-BOOK 4 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ A new side of Ellie has come out to play, and the boys have to work together to help her return to her normal self. But curing Ellie comes with consequences, ones that they might not be prepared to take o...
