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A Bit Too Much Alike

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Dean woke up with a start. He noticed immediately that something was wrong. It was just a little bit too quiet. A glance towards the other bed told him what woke him up. Sam’s bed was empty. He sat up and grabbed his gun. They had a strict sleeping policy. If the other one was asleep, you didn’t leave without a note. Those were the rules. Quickly, he stood up and checked the door. It wasn’t broken. The salt lines at the door and windows were untouched. Which indicated that either Sam left on his own, or he was attacked outside. But why would he go outside in the middle of the night. The library was closed. There was no night open clubs in walking distance. And a glance out through the window showed him that the Impala was still in her place outside. Sam’s duffel bag was closed and fully packed. Just like he had left it yesterday when they came to the motel. His laptop was on the nightside table. Which told Dean everything he needed to know. Sam was taken against his will. There was no way he would ever leave without his laptop. He was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on the door. With the gun pointed at the door, he slowly made his way to it and opened a little bit. When he noticed who was standing on the other side, he quickly hid his gun behind him and opened the door a bit more. There, in the pouring rain, stood a young girl. She looked to be around 15 years old. Her long hair was black. The black eyeshadow and mascara were running down her face. Her black lipstick was smudged across her chin and a bit on her cheeks. Her grey eyes were so light that they almost shone silver. She was wearing a black dress and a too big leather jacket. Her feet were bare and she was shaking slightly.


She looked up at him.

“Can I come in?”

Her voice was weak and, when he looked a bit closer, he noticed the signs of a nasty cold. Quickly, he opened the door wider and the girl stepped inside, right over the salt. He closed the door behind her and made sure to keep his gun behind his back. The girl smiled softly.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to hide it. I know you’re a hunter.”

For a moment he just stared at her. Then he pulled the gun out from behind his back and put it on the table.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

She tilted her head a bit.

“My name is Beatrix. And I’m here because I heard about you. And I need your help.”

Dean looked her up and down. He was intrigued when it came to the girl, but the big brother part in him took over when a violent shiver went through her body.

“We’ll talk when you have showered. Turn the warm water on. I’ll find some sweatpants and a shirt that you can borrow for now. Then we’ll talk.”

She nodded slowly and headed towards the bathroom. Before she got there, Dean quickly pulled out clean sweatpants and one of his shirts. He gave them to her and she smiled thankfully. While she was in the bathroom, Dean tried calling Sam. There was no answer. He tried Sam’s second number, but there was no answer there either. It couldn’t be Crowley. Sam wouldn’t go outside the room if it was Crowley. And the demon couldn’t cross the salt. Rowena? Maybe. But she would have to get Sam out forcefully, because there was no way he would follow her. He tried calling Cas, but there was no answer there either. Quickly, he packed Sam’s laptop and his own duffel bag and put them next to the door. Right then, the girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid, and her face was clean of the make up. She was ghostly pale. The shirt was hanging loosely on her thin body and she had the leather jacket wrapped around her. Dean sat down on his bed and pointed his hand to Sam’s bed. The girl went there and sat down, facing him.  

“Alright. Now talk. Where did you hear about me? And what do you want?”

The girl took a deep breath. When she spoke up her voice was more steady.

“You are a Winchester. Everyone who knows about the hunter life, knows about you and your brother. As to what I want…”

She hesitated slightly before she continued.

“My brother is a hunter. So am I. We’ve been travelling around since I can remember. A week ago, we stayed in this motel. One night, I woke up, and my brother was gone. His jacket and gun were still there and so was his bike. That was what made me suspicious. He would not go out without a fight. And he would never leave me behind. So when I heard that you came into town I knew I would ask you. But I didn’t know how to approach you. Tonight I thought that this would be the perfect night to talk to you. But where is your brother?”

Dean sighed.

“Sam is gone. Just like your brother.”

He pulled out his phone again.

“I’ve tried calling him but there is no answer. And the story is the same with him. He would never just leave without leaving a note. And he would never leave his laptop behind.”

Beatrix nodded. Then she looked around and suddenly stood up.

“We need to leave. Before it takes us too.”

Dean’s hand automatically wandered over to the gun. He stood up and grabbed his jacket and the car keys.

“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s go.”

He grabbed his bag while the girl lifted Sam’s. Dean was a bit surprised. She was stronger that he thought she was. After all, Sam's bag wasn't exactly light. They walked out of the room and Dean quickly led her to the Impala. But, before he opened the door, Beatrix grabbed his arm and pointed towards the tires. They were all slashed.


The girl sighed.

“Just wonderful. Now we'll have to walk all the way into town.”

Dean looked at her as if she had suddenly grown a third head.

“There is no way I'm leaving baby here.”

He turned back to the car.

“It's alright. I'm not leaving you.”

Beatrix grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head so that he was facing her again.

“Dean Winchester! You can not be serious. We can't stay here. That's what she wants.”

Then her voice softened as she continued.

“I know that this car is your only real home. But your brother is in danger. He could be dying right now. If we stay here, we could get captured or killed. And we can’t help them if we are dead.”

Dean stared at her for a moment. Then he nodded slowly and his eyes got a bit clearer.

“I know. I don’t really know what happened with me there. Of course Sam comes before the Impala.”

She glanced behind herself.

“We need to go. She’s somewhere here.”

He frowned.

“How do you know? And why do you keep saying it’s a ‘she’. Why not a he?”

Beatrix looked suddenly very uncomfortable. She shifted Sam’s bag a bit on her shoulder and looked around.

“I… I just know, alright? Me and my brother were hunting that thing when we came here. I know it’s a she.”

Dean looked at her for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly but the girl could still see the mistrust in his eyes. She wasn’t surprised. Her brother was the only person who always trusted her. She knew that other people thought she was weird and disliked her. Especially hunters. The man sighed quietly and turned his head towards the other cars.

“We could just take one of those.”

She shook her head.

“No. Too big risk. She could have cursed them knowing that we could just take one of them. We’ll have to walk.”

Dean looked inside the car, checked so that everything was alright and locked the doors. Then he opened it again and threw his bag in.

“Leave Sam’s bag in the car. We should travel lightly now. Just a gun, some ammo and a knife.”

The girl smiled.

“First smart thing you’ve said.”

She left Sam’s bag and took a step back. Dean closed the door and opened the trunk. He pulled out a knife, put it in the pocket and got out some ammunition. Then he pointed towards the trunk and motioned for the girl to come over to him.

“Get what you need.”

She glanced into the trunk and froze when she saw the angel blade that was in one corner. She lifted it gently and looked carefully at the handle. Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and her grip on the blade tightened.


Dean looked at her in surprise. How did she know?