Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

05 | Heat Of The Moment

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Chapter 05 | Heat Of The Moment

"HOW? How did you do it?" Dean asked, trudging down the stairs of the victim's house along with Sam, trailing after me.

"Do what?" I ask innocently, fighting off the smile. They were trailing after me like my minions.

"How you were able to actually see the hellhounds, even if they're invisible?" His eyes are still intensely staring at mine. Sam looks at me expectantly for an answer as we stand outside the house on this cold night. I didn't wish to share the information I had in my coconut, but I'll let this slip this time. Gee, their asses better be grateful. "Glasses dipped with Jesus juice." I say.

Their eyebrows knit together at 'Jesus Juice'

"Holy oil, jackasses." I sigh.

"And where did you get that piece of knowledge from?" Sam presses. So they're surprised because a female hunter saved them? Feeling overwhelmed, I let out the third sigh today. Since when did I have an opportunity to get some proper shut eye? All I did was come out for a night walk and I end up like this. The bright side I can only see is that the job is done. "I think that's enough question and answer for today. I'm getting out of here. Adios."

I spin around quickly, but I actually don't know where to go next. I completed this hunt, so where do I go now? Travel around the states until I stumble across a case like how I always do? Actually, it seems like trouble gravitates toward me.

"Wait." A hand clutches on my arm so I turn. Dean's contemplating over what to say, as he bites his lip in thought. He looks hesitant, "You didn't have to help us." He says.

"If I didn't, that blonde chick wouldn't live and you boys would be minced meat. I can't have your lives on my plate now, can I?"

Dean's lips tug up to a sly smile, eyes twinkling with amusement like he knows something I don't.

"Thanks," he blurts as if it was hard for him to get the words out of his mouth. Hah, His ego must be severely damaged.

"Could we at least get your name?" Sam asks, and I can't help but state once more how tall he really is. I literally need to lift my head up to look at him.

"Sure." I shrug. "It's Ellen Degeneres."

Dean snorts, "sure, and I'm Trump."

Sam chuckles along, "if Dean's Trump, I must be Melanie."

The awkward aura around us completely fades, and is filled with our hollow chuckles.

Our laughter dies all of a sudden, while I stare pointedly at Sam, "You do know you're suggesting you and Dean are together?" I pointed out.

Sam tilts his head to the side, thinking about what I just said. He finally seemed to get it after a billion years when he playfully slapped me in the shoulder.

"Alright alright! I'm Hakwings, Clarissa Hawkings."

"Right. You know our names, but the surname's Winchester."

Winchester, Winchester, Winchester. Winchester!

Everything clicks. "Winchester! That's it! I knew that your guys' names were familiar." I snap my fingers with satisfaction. "My dad used to go hunting with Johh." I state, twirling the knife in my hands while leaning on a lamppost cooly "They were practically brothers from how close they were! John taught me the basics of hunting, too. He's a great guy."

They stare at me like I have three heads. I practically claimed to know them after calling them gay, so...

"Well, we never heard of you."Dean mutters under his breath, but it was loud enough for both me and Sam to hear in this quiet, neighbourhood. He looked curious, raking my appearance up and down nonstop.

"Here I am in the flesh! Y'all should be honoured." I cheer, flinging my arms side by side. I don't earn a reaction from them. Instead, they exchange weary glances.

"Maybe we missed something about you from dad's journal." Sam suggests, brushing the bangs away from his eyes. I shrug tiredly while stifling a yawn. "I'll be off my way, now. As you can see, it's way past midnight, and I'm out of fuel."

Not the best way to end a conversation, but I turn around, anyway. I could already hear the calling of my bed.

I stop in my tracks when I hear a retort from Dean. "You think we're leaving a girl like you walking alone in the streets all by yourself?"

I'd ignore this and walk away like usual, but what did he just say? Like me? I shoot Dean a look. "The other day you threatened to slit my throat and now, you're worried for me?"

"Are you not aware of the drunkards that could be around in the streets at night, princess?"

"Did you just assume that I am incapable of looking after myself?" I scoff. "Keep your pretty little mouth shut, princess. Yeah, I guess it's pretty...but wait! That's not my point, goddammit. Anyway, I hunt monsters and anything that's supernatural, for God's sake! I can handle some men with their corrupted desires, if that's what you're saying."

"Look," Sam starts, but it came out more as a plea, "at least let us drive you back to the motel you're staying in- get to know each other."

Sam looks at me with puppy eyes and I internally groan. Great. He pulled that card. I don't want them looking at me like a damsel in distress, but a part of me says to agree, since I'm just so damn vulnerable when I'm sleepy. I have my knife with me anyway if either of the brothers try anything on me.

They both look at me expectantly.

"Fine."

They're really hot, anyway so to hell with it.

Dean flashes me a million dollar smile and they lead me to a slick black car polished nicely, parked on the corner of the street. Before Dean could get into the driver's seat, I let out a low whistle of astonishment. It has an oldies vibe to it, yet the eye-catching shine of the newly polished vehicle makes it look very new. Dean doesn't look like the kind to collect cars, but damn, I think my respect for him got up by a notch.

"Woah, cool ride! Impala?"

"Yep." He says, popping the 'p'. "My Baby, 1967 Chevrolet Impala." His eyes twinkled for a moment there and a proud smile graces his features and with that smile, and he suddenly he doesn't look that old anymore.

He had the face of an old, grumpy grandpa when I first met him.

I get into the back seat and make myself comfortable. A soothing aroma immediately fills my nostrils as I enter, making me somehow pleasant and snug. What's this? Musk and...pine? As my eyelids felt heavy, Heat Of The Moment played on the radio, before falling into a deep slumber, as if it sang me to sleep.

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