She heard them, their deep voices, their arguing, her eyes refused to open to face the intruders. Was it fear? A feeling that was indescribable swept over her heart and mind.
"How long do you think those ruins were there for?" One of them asked. The voices were still far away, just leaving the ruins door, signified by the screeching vine covered door.
"I don't care, I just want to find this chick and get out of here." The other voice boomed through the underground. He seemed aggravated, they were looking for someone.
Sudden realization hit like a punch.
Looking for her.
She scurried out of the snow and hid in the trees, crunching many fallen branches as she ran.
"Did you hear that?" The first voice asked.
She ducked behind a thick trunk and peered through the brush to see the intruders walking by.
"You think she's hiding?" The second voice asked the first.
"Does she have a reason to?" Said the first.
"If she's possessed." Second replied bluntly.
She remembered what Sans had told her, when they pass, follow them on the path and stop them at the first bridge.
When they just passed, she slowly clambered out of the trees and followed them on the path.
Crunch
Fuck
They looked back.
"Was that branch broken before?" The second asked.
"No..." First trailed off.
They kept walking. She followed.
"Dean-" The first said. "I have gum on my shoe."
"Followed?" Supposedly Dean whispered.
3...2...1... They both turned around and saw her.
"Who are you, and how did you find me?" She demanded.
They stayed silent, just stared at her like she was some freak.
She stepped towards them, demanding answers she spoke more sternly.
"Who are you, and how did you find me?"
"We're FBI, I'm agent Squire ." The first spoke. "And this is my partner agent Rush."
She smirked and grabbed the small gun from the back of her jeans.
"Well that's an amazing coincidence, gentlemen." She pulled out her gun and pointed it at them. "You see, my last name is Rush and...well.." She shrugged. "It's not common."
"Well..we-" Dean struggled.
"Not to mention, your partner," She pointed at the first.
"You're not secretly Billy Squire are you? Cause I'm a huge fan."
Dean smirked. "Nice catch."
"Look-" The first put his hands up to his chest as a small form of peace.
"We're not actually FBI. I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean."
She rolled her eyes, not thinking for a single second to lower her weapon.
"I know who you are. We tell stories about you."
"Wait, you do?" Dean asked.
"Winchesters." She said bluntly, walking closer to the boys until the barrel of the gun was pointed at Dean's chest. She looked up.
"Dusters."