The Truth Reveled

Keres You sat in the dinner staring at your hamburger, loathing the fact you were once again alone after a hunt. You had been a hunter since you were born but never did you feel this way before. The loneliness is too much to bear when you’re running away from so many people. Their eyes haunt your dreams and you thoughts always whisper the same words: You are nothing and a disappointment to everyone.  Why can’t you just die and leave us so we can enjoy our work instead of ruining it for everyone.           You belong to me so stop fighting it, you worthless child! You suddenly realize that you’re sweating and shaking, people are starting to stare as if you’re a tweeker waiting for your next fix. You close your eyes and breath heavily, slowly gaining control of your body. You continue to eat your burger and calm your heart rate down. This is a lot easier with some help from your past, since you will always have the knowledge in your head. You finish your burger and laid some cash on the table. Thanking the waitress walked over to clean your table, you head for the door for your next hunt. All of a sudden sometimes crashed around you and people went limp in their seats. You rolled her eyes- great, just what I needed at the moment; a plump man strolled in the door like he owned the place. “’Ello there love, enjoying your day off?” the man said with a thick Irish accent and a smirk on his face. “Actually, I was just leaving for another job back east. I heard that someone was kidnapping people and burning them on a pyre, and some eyewitnesses said that the eyes of these people looked weird. Not entirely black like your common mutts here by you side but not quite red like your ugly mug. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you doll?” You said leaning forward and hand on hip with the best Irish accent you could accomplish. The way you normally looked you could pass as Irish with bright blue eyes, flaming dark red hair, too many freckles to count, and all the flannels you could make the whole nation of Ireland 10 kilts. He stared at you still with that annoying smirk of his; you wish you could literally rip it off and plaster it on his ass. “Oh, come now, can’t we just be a ‘ittle bit nicer? I mean you do work for me, Keres.” At the name you cringed and turned away, no one uses your real name and you wish HE wouldn’t. “My name is not Keres, it is Ker! I never want to hear that name again. What do you want, Crowley?” You said angrily while your hands lit with purple black flames. You hair was alit with flames as well rising higher; you noticed this and shook you mane to relax. Crowley smiled at this, “I own you so I can call you want I like when I like, capisce? Now I have a job for you that take precedent over some stupid pyres. You need to find two gentlemen, brothers. They are in your line of work, per say.” You looked at him questionably. What does he mean line of work? Are they also hunters? You thought. “Why do you need them found?” Suddenly, the air got cold and the windows fogged up compared to the 100 degree weather outside. Crowley looked as if he was a teapot and was about to boil over. “I need them found because they ‘ave been wreckin’ my WHOLE BLOODY EMPIRE!” He started to shout like he normally does, you have just started to ignore it. “Fine, I will find them but only on one condition. Release me.” You walked up to him and looked at him straight faced and confident. This was hard to do because he was a good foot shorter than you. He started right back into your eyes; you brought your hands up and produced black flames again, his eyes flashed red than back to normal again. “Fine, you’ll get your freedom after you bring the brothers to me. If you don’t then I will not only own you but I will let both of them know. Go now.” He sneered. You turned to leave but then forgot to grab the most important information, second to finally getting what you wanted for years. “What’s the information on them, pictures, last whereabouts, and names?” You said a bit annoyed he hasn’t said much about these two boys. He smiled again, devilishly. “Their names are Sam and Dean Winchester, I don’t have pictures but I heard they were last seen in Lebanon, Kansas. They are also hunters and very skilled. I hate to praise them but they are fairly good at not dying, or actually staying dead.” You weren’t sure what he meant by that but you didn’t ask. You nodded and turned around, this time to actually walk out. You left the diner into the crisp summer air of Texas. Huh Kansas? That’s about half a days drive. If I leave now I might be able to get there by noon. You thought to yourself as you walked over to your pride and joy. It was a vintage 1966 Ford Mustang GT, dark blue and no racing stripes. You bought it off of an older gentleman a few years back. It was run down and paint chipping, thankfully no rusting; with a little elbow grease and a new paint job to get rid of the racing stripes, she was brand new. You got inside and fired her up; she was loud but proud to be driving again. You revved the gas and started to speed down the road. You rolled down the window and let the warm air envelope the car. You try to ease you mind but it is difficult; your expected to track down two boys (hunters no less) with little to no knowledge, don’t know if they are on a case themselves and you always have the two people looming in the back of your head. You shake your head, turn up the radio and nod to the rhythm of one of your favorite cars- Cherry Pie by Warrant.  You finally roll into Lebanon, Kansas around three in the afternoon. With your driving, you probably could’ve made it earlier but you need to stop for some supplies. While you were on the road, you thought of the perfect trap and in order to do that you needed to pretend a bit. You had called in a few favors and found out that the boys live here in a bunker just outside of town but are working on a local witch hunt. This will be easy for you to accomplish, witches are no match against you. You can defeat her and then pretend you’re the witch and get captured back to the bunker where you can knock them out and bring them to Crowley. You stopped at a motel just off the main road. You park and grab your bag from your truck where your supplies are hidden under a fake board. You walk in and see a semi attractive man behind the counter, too easy you think. You walk up to him and set your bag down. You lean onto the counter and swing your hair behind your shoulder. You work your magic on him and he ends up giving you a room for free. You smile a sweet big smile, “Thanks sugar!” You say in a slight southern accent and giggle. You turn on your heel and strut away. Once in your room, you pretend to vomit. You hate to have to use that power she gave you but it does come in handy at times. You throw your stuff on the bed and pull of your leather jacket. “Now, I need to pretend I am a witch but still blend into society. How the hell do they do that?” You say to your reflection in the mirror next to the bed. You decide to take a shower first and decide what to wear later, though it shouldn’t matter. You will the boys to Crowley by tomorrow morning. Piece of cake, or so you thought. Dean Awaking with a start; sweating from a nightmare that usually haunts you. It was the same one over and over again; those eyes dark as night, the burning sensation on his right arm, and the smell of blood on your clothes and the rush of power and adrenaline that made you do evil things. You tried to shake this from your head; you hated to think of it and hated yourself more for missing it. You tried to push yourself harder at work in order to feel something similar to it and you had almost ruined the hunt and almost cost Sammy his life. You decided that you might as well get up; as you rolled out of bed, you looked at the clock. “Damn, how am I awake at 3am, perfect timing.” You sighed as you pulled on a shirt and left your room. You walked to the kitchen and couldn’t decide whether you wanted coffee or whiskey. You usually went to the whiskey to numb out the pain but something was saying you should have coffee instead. It was about 6 o’clock before Sam came into the kitchen, surprised to see Dean in the library fully away with a coffee mug instead of a bottle of whiskey. “Hey, man. What are you doing up this early and with coffee?” Sam asked carefully as if Dean was a ticking time bomb. You looked up at Sam and glared. “I wanted to do more research on this hunt.” You said coldly, sipping the now cold coffee. I should have just gotten the whiskey. You thought gloomily. “So, what did you find out? Anything we can go off of?” Sam asked dropping the subject of whiskey. “Well, she is centuries old and hasn’t been here long; but she does work at the local bar in town. Maybe we can go down there ask a few questions.” You said looking up from the laptop to Sam. “Oh, and what kind of questions; ‘Hi, are you the witch that has been killing people for rituals?’ or ‘We will need you to come outside so we can kill you for being a witch.’” Sam looked at you amused with himself while you just glared at him “That last one wasn’t a question.” “Seriously, what can we ask that isn’t weird or out of place?” Sam sat down next to you and grabbed the laptop that showed the recent deaths that had their hearts ripped out and their stomachs stuffed with herbs. “I don’t know genius. The only other thing I can think of is one of us goes to the bar and tries to be the next victim.” you drank more of the cold coffee. “Actually, that is not half bad. You’re always looking to flirt with girls at the bar. Remember St. Louis?” Sam smirked at himself. You remembered to well what happened, you still has the scar on your shoulder when the harpy came down beak first. In your defense, she was very beautiful.  You and Sam sat outside the bar, JR’s Pub, waiting for the perfect opportunity to go inside for their plan. This is what you have been waiting for; the rush you get when you put yourself in danger. You felt alive that you were shaking, you needed to begin. Sam gave the signal and you jumped out of the car and ran across the road to the bar. You stepped inside and were shocked, this bar was nothing like this witch was. This bar was well lit and open spaced, there was even a karaoke machine in the corner waiting for someone to sing their heart out horribly. That itself brought back some memories of I’m Too Sexy that you used to wail out to the crowd just a few months ago.  You stammered over to the bar and sat down; you remove your jacket and threw it on the stool next to him. You looked up and saw brilliant blue eyes staring back at you. “Hi, sugar! What can I get ya?” She purred in the most perfect mouth you ever saw. You almost stammered and cleared your throat. “Double shot of whiskey, ma’am.” You responded with a tip of your imaginary hat. She giggled and you swooned, you never felt like this before and never were you such a dork too. Focus! You are on a hunt for a damn witch. You screamed at yourself and looked down to see the whiskey you asked for. “So, it doesn’t seem pretty packed here tonight. I bet you don’t need the whole crew, huh?” You tried to act normal as you sipped the drink.  She looked around and said “Nah, this is pretty normal for us. This is all we got; just me, Mike and Andrew. Why, were you looking for someone else?” She raised one eyebrow and smirked as if she knew. You blinked a couple times and took another drink. “Actually, I came in here to find Sarah; and I figure that is you.” He said also raising his eyebrow. She smiled and put down the cup she was cleaning. “And why would you be looking for little old me?” She leaned onto the counter, clearing putting on a show. You resisted the temptation and simply said “I heard you’re the one to talk to if you’re feeling lonely and lost.” She looked puzzled for a moment but softened the look quickly. “What is your name, sweetie?” She simply said. “Dean Winchester.” She smiled almost wickedly, put up her apron and reached out for your hand. “Come with me Dean, I can help you.” Keres This was working perfectly; it wasn’t hard to find out more about this Sarah Ravenswood. Her name even had a witchy ring to it. You found out where she lived and disposed of her fairly quickly. You decided it was best to wear her clothes and attempted to match her hair color, which was easy since she was also a bright red head.  You found your wear to her place of work, JR’s Pub, and quickly altered the minds of everyone else in the bar so they didn’t rat you out. It was a small bar, basically a hole in the wall. It had everything a small town was known for: local high school football and baseball teams, a bunch of posters and CD covers of some country singers you don’t know and the 50’s jukebox in the corner where someone put on I’m too Sexy. This made you giggle just a bit, but was stopped short when someone sat at the bar with short blonde brown hair and a 5 'o'clock shadow that made him look put together but ragged.  You walked up and locked eyes with him, your heart skipped a beat. Those gorgeous green eyes locked with your blue ones, you noticed his jaw dropped. “Hi sugar, what can I get ya?” You said, attempting to be as sweet as can be; you knew this is how Sarah the witch caught her victims.  It seemed to work because he stammered a bit before clearing his throat, “Double shot of whiskey ma’am.” Then he tipped an imaginary hat towards you, Oh my God, he is a dork! You thought smiling as you turned around giggling. You could sense his eyes on you the entire time. You turned back around and handed him his whiskey, years of making your own drinks have given you the knowledge of a bartender without the training. He sipped it and looked around the bar, “So, it doesn’t seem pretty packed here tonight. I bet you don’t need the whole crew, huh?” he said looking back at you. You almost didn’t hear him as you were staring at the perfect jawline. You looked around to hide your staring, “Nah, this is pretty normal for us. This is all we got; just me, Mike and Andrew. Why were you looking for someone else?”  Your heart began racing, What is wrong with me? I am on a hunt for TWO boys not one attractive one, you screamed in your head. You raised an eyebrow as you began cleaning a cup; you were trying to find something to do with your hands and act calm. He looked down at his cup for a second and said “Actually, I came here to find Sarah; and I figure that is you.” He smiled and raised his eyebrow and you swooned on the inside, his smile was perfect and he was looking for Sarah. Anger ensnared your heart but you remained the calmness on your face, “And why would you be looking for little old me?” You leaned forward, hoping you were giving the correct amount of showing. You noticed his eyes flicker down extremely quickly as if he was attempting to resist looking and simply said, “I heard you’re the one to talk to if you’re feeling lonely and lost.”  You were puzzled for a moment That is her hook helping poor people feeling lost and lonely; she draws them out and then kills them? Good thing she is over with, you softened your face and smiled. “What is your name, sweetie?” He responded with “Dean Winchester.” Oh s**t, no! You smiled wickedly but inside your heart sank deep into your stomach. You were seriously falling for the man you are supposed to be capturing. Just like last time, you are an i***t. You pulled off your apron and extended your hand to Dean, “Come with me Dean, I can help you.” He placed his hand in your and shocks lit your body but you ignored it as you were on a mission. All you will need to do it find the brother and your free from everyone who oppressed you.  As you walked out the door into the cool night, you’re still holding Dean’s hand. You want to look back at him to see his face but this would prove to be very difficult already. You turned down an alley, attempting to make it seem witchy as he was also hunting you. He let go of your hand and your heart sank, you turned around to find a gun to your face. You out up your hands, “What are you doing?” you asked as if you were innocent. “Who are you? You are not the witch I was hunting, you are something else.”  He said dead faced, he seemed to be disappointed as well. This gun was different, the energy around it was intense but you were staring right into his eyes where you could see the pain and hurt. “What gave me away? Was I not nice enough or did I mess up a fact? I did only have an hour to impersonate her.” You said slowly gliding back.  You hit something sold but not like a wall, you look around and see the second brother. What the hell is wrong with this family? Why are both brothers attractive? You think to yourself for a quick second. “You must be Sam then I take it?” You ask the taller of the two brothers. “Yes, and you must be a stranger looking to impersonate a witch for a good reason?” He asked with his eyebrow raised, your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t recognize the skipped beat as a second later the gun Dean is holding is pressed against your back.   “Alright fine, you got me. Jesus, point that thing somewhere else. Look I am also a hunter and I took care of your witch problem and I wanted to meet the famous Winchesters’.” You said as you walked to the brick wall to lean. The cold stone bringing your hormones back to reality. They stared at you then looked at each other as if having a conversation telepathically. “Yeah, I don’t buy it. You finished off the witch single handed and unarmed and decided to be her to meet us. Who are you?” Dean looked you up and down while speaking and said the question as gruffly as possible while holding the weird gun higher to your chest.  Too much of your surprise, Sam lowered the gun that Dean was aiming towards your heart. “No, Dean. Let her go. It’s clear to see that we are no match for her, she is a goddess of death and all. You stared at Sam, how the hell did he know that? you thought. Dean looked back and forth between you and Sam, “Okay, can someone explain this please? Sam As you entered the hotel room, the air was tense and thick with the coming tale about this girl. She was pretty, you’ve been thinking about it and you know Dean noticed it. You threw your jacket on the bed and sat down, pushing your longish hair back out of your eyes. Dean went straight for the fridge to grab three beers and sat at the table. She just stood there, beer in hand, looking down at the floor and looking almost sad.  “So, you are a goddess? Please do tell.” Dean said after downing half his beer. You finally sat down and opened the beer, one huge gulp it was gone. Dean and your eyes go wide, “What the hell?” you said surprised. “Sorry, something I’ve learned to do after the years. Okay, where to begin. Um…my name is Keres but I hate that name so I go by Ker. My mother is Hel and my father is Hades and I have a sister named Ran. I was the goddess of violent death along with my adoptive brother Thantos.” She started but paused, looking down again. “I have read about you in book, you’re a Greek Goddess. How are you a daughter of Hel from Norse?” You asked intrigued. Mythology was always your strong point, always memorizing incantations.  “Well if you must know the full story; my mother and father met and had me. End of story.” she said staring off seething with anger. You got up and took her empty beer and handed her another one. “Look, it seems like it is hard for you to talk about but we need to know what is happening. You were trying to kill us and I think we deserve some answers.” You smiled at her, she looked up into your eyes. Her eyes were interesting to say the least, the brightest purple you have ever seen. She sighed and looked at Dean then back to you, “If you want answers you should ask Crowley. He was the one to hire me to end you. He basically owes me because I ran away from my mother and he will continue to use me until the end of time.” She drank her beer in one gulp again as you walked over to Dean. “Of course, Crowley.”