" I don't have to introduce myself to tall hot men if I don't want to. "

2 DAYS LATER

"Sammy! Pass me the holy water, would ya?" Dean called, from behind the car. Dean reached into the open boot of his Impala, reaching for a gun, some ammo and everything else he needed to gank the sorry demon. They'd been on this demon's case for days now. It was time to finally get the thing.

Once the boys were ready, they ventured into the abandoned house. Side by side and ready to kick ass.

They'd prepared devil's traps in the house the day before, now it was about seeing what the trap brought in.

As they entered the house, the smell of gun-powder was extremely evident. The thick stench of gun-powder...how could you not notice it?
"Jesus." Dean cursed, coughing. "What? We miss the show?"
"No." Sam quietly told his brother. "Lets split up, yell for me if you see it."
Dean nodded, branching away from his younger brother. Sam sighed, holding his gun out in front of himself and readying for a fight. He ventured through the corridors, darkness and the smell of mould surrounding him. He coughed, continuing down the darkened hallway.

The sound of something crashing took Sam's attention. Immediately, he voyaged into the darkened room. It didn't take the demon long to show his face, pouncing on Sam. Sam stumbled back, throwing punches at the demon. It was a middle-aged man. Tall- but Sam was taller. With a loud grunt, Sam's fist hit the demon's face.
The demon swung at Sam in response, his black eyes staring into Sam's green ones. Sam took both of his hands, shoving the demon back. It stumbled, giving Sam enough time to get out his demon blade. He readied to stab the demon- but before the demon could leap at Sam, it stopped. Bright red lights sparked inside the demon's skin as a knife tunnelled straight through its neck. Sam couldn't see who the knife belonged to- but he had it hutch it was only his brother.
"Dean." He gasped, putting away his knife.
The demon fell to the ground with a loud thud, giving Sam enough closure to bend down and catch his breath.
"Ah...not Dean. Try again."
Sam shot up, staring at the woman in front of him, who wore high heel boots, a tight leather jacket and skinny jeans. The girl smiled at Sam. Not a 'hello' smile but a smug 'I just saved your ass smile'.
"Who are you?!" Sam reprimanded. He didn't withdraw his gun, most likely because he didn't feel threatened.
"Try: The woman who just saved your ass." She retorted, bending down and yanking the knife out of the demon's neck. She wiped it on a bandana, then tucked it into its holster.
"Who are you?" Sam asked once more, with less aggression.
"Who are YOU?" She grinned, as if it were only a game.
"I asked you first." Sam bickered back, his childishness setting in.
"I don't care who asked first. I don't have to introduce myself to tall hot men if I don't want to."
"Well I don't have to introduce myself to-" It only came as a second nature to fire back. Sam quickly stopped himself.
"Winchester. Sam Winchester." She'd made it evident she wasn't going to attack him. She'd have done it already if she were going to do so. Sam was defeated. What was the worst that could happen if he told her his name, right?
She enlarged her eyes, chuckling.
"Well, no way!"
Sam creased his brow at her, watching as she snickered in disbelief.
"What?" Sam was confused to say the least.
She stuck out her hand, her curls bouncing on her shoulder with the movement.
"You probably don't remember me, but we've met. Omnis. Sunny Omnis."
Sunny continued to hold out her hand, perfectly manicured fingernails- as if she hadn't just effortlessly slayed a demon.
Sam hesitated before reaching out and shaking it.
Before they could venture into awkward small-talk, a loud series of clutter brought them back to earth. The two of them immediately breaking into a sprint towards the direction of the noise.

"Dean!"

"Jo!"