CALL HER CURIOSITY

The moment their names became known to her, she gasped. The most well known hunters in the business, and the most hated ones, were in front of her then. They were unknowing, oblivious to the fact that Ebony cursed their existence as soon as her friend was meeting up with a Reaper and walking into the gates of Heaven. They killed her. When Ebony asked Celeste where she was going, she told her that she was helping out a few friends, and without the wino in the cemetery informing her she would've never had known. Despite all of Ebony's protests Celeste left, with the most pitiful of goodbyes. 

They looked normal, not puffy eyed or tearing themselves apart, not a speck of remorse on their faces. 

It made her furious. 

She wept for weeks, screamed at empty space, pulled her hair out. She did everything they didn't, and it infuriated her. They seemed unaffected by her death, whilst her world was turned upside down and set on fire. They managed to stand before her, man handle her, after they killed her friend. How did they not look broken, fragmented, like her? How did their eyes betray no emotion to their, and hers, fallen friend? It made her sick, thinking that they were actually in the same room as Celeste for more than mere seconds. 

Their reputation had never been a good one - the Winchester curse hung over all hunters like a deadly smog. Some hunters tried their hardest to stay out of the path of the two boys, praying to a God they had no idea did indeed exist, that they would live their lives without meeting a Winchester. Most made deals with demons, sold their souls, worked with monsters for one thing: the Winchesters. Hunters have all lost someone, and for most of the community their loved one happened to be drinking pals with Sam and Dean. The two boys had more blood on their hands than she had in her entire body, and they didn't even know about half of stains. That's because they're ignorant, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. 

"Um, hello?" 

"I think she's really out of it Sam, must be stuck in La La Land."

She shook her head, shaking all of the hate and angst from her head and storing it in a box for later. She couldn't let them know how much her hands itched to squeeze the life out of them, savouring the life draining from their eyes. Her mouth ached to scream as many obscenities at them as she could, to tell them everything that she thought of them. Selfish. Inconsiderate. Douche bags. She had an entire list, but she kept them inscribed into her mind for a better time, when the time was right. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just so star struck at talking with the Winchesters." She said their last name as though it was gold and happiness and admiration and respect. In fact it was the opposite, and she had to resist the urge not to laugh. 

"We're famous?"

"Of course you are!" She smiled and giggled, "All of the hunters tell your tales many times." As a joke, she thought to herself, gluing her mouth closed to prevent the words from slipping from her lips. 

"Hear that Sammy, we're famous. Bet we'll have a star on the Hollywood walk of fame in no time."

Sam ignored his brother, gazing at Ebony intently. He could've sworn he saw a flash of anger zoom across her face, but with the way she was acting now, he wasn't entirely sure. From the time they'd met her she didn't seem bubbly - more like the Hulk. He thought that it could be an act; why would she put on a performance? He didn't remember her from a previous hunt, and her name didn't ring any bells. 

"Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?" Ebony slapped a hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe she let her mouth in control, letting her emotions let loose on her vocal cords. Her reaction hadn't been fake, her wide eyes not bigger from shock but enjoyment. 

She was glad her hand was hiding her smirk. 

"I am so so sorry! I didn't mean that, I was just ticked off -" Ebony stuttered, her hand now shaking. On the outside, she seemed distraught about what she had done, hysterical even. On the inside though, she was gleaming with pride. 

"It's fine." Sam interrupted, putting a caring hand on her shoulder. He thought that no one could be that good of an actor, he assumed she had major mood swings, or was annoyed because they were chasing her. 

"It's not! It's not okay, I should have thought more about what I said before my mouth went running!" She cried, and began pacing. "I swear I didn't mean it. I know how that feels for someone to say and it just... it just sucks!" 

"You're preaching that to the choir," Dean muttered, rubbing his hand over his face. "Sam, it's getting late. Can we wrap this up?" 

"Oh yeah... Listen Ebony, I'll forgive you with my whole heart if you answer this question." Her head shot up, and there were tracks on her face where her tears washed away the blood. 

"Sure!" 

"Do you know anything about how that werewolf got cut up?" 

She froze. The question took her aback, and she hadn't had time to think of a logical answer that didn't attract suspicion. Though, she didn't expect to be talking to a Winchester a few hours later after the torture. After too long, she realised she missed her opportunity. They were both staring at her, knowing that whatever she'd say now was a lie. 

"Alright it was me!" She confessed, planning to play the victim, "But that werewolf, it made me so mad. It was so... I don't know a word to describe it, but it was the worst thing I've seen in my career in hunting. It tore a girls heart right in front of me, and expected me stand down. Well I'm not sorry for avenging a woman who hadn't lived her life yet, because that thing got what it deserved. You know how many other people that creature killed? Ten, and there's probably more they haven't found, so I apologise for doing my job."

"That job isn't carving up monsters!" Dean exclaimed, tightening his grip on his gun. 

"Oh don't be a hypocrite Dean Winchester. We all know that you tortured people when you took a bed down in Hell, and don't even get me started on the amount of demons that piss themselves at night thinking you'll come back."

Both brothers tensed at the mention of Hell. "That's different." 

"How? Just because you're this big time hunter doesn't mean you have different privileges than anybody else. Stop acting like a big shot and take a look in the mirror." He stared at her, taken aback. 

"You're a bitch, you know that?" 

"Well I'm a bitch that stands up for what she believes in, and isn't afraid to bite in a fight."

Sam interrupted their bickering, sighing loudly. He was the younger brother, and he had to stop his brother from having a tantrum with another woman. "Guys, calm down. Bickering isn't getting us anywhere."

"She called me a hypocrite!" Dean pointed at Ebony accusingly, glaring at her. She only smiled in response.

"Hey, you called me a bitch!" 

"That's because you called me a hypocrite!" 

"I was defending myself!" 

"GUYS!" Sam yelled, standing between the two who were slowly advancing onto each other. "Calm the hell down!" 

Silence followed Sam's outburst. "Look, we have a difference of opinion," Ebony was about to say something but Sam turned to her and hissed a 'ssh' so violent it could put a librarian to shame, "but that doesn't matter. The main thing is the bad guy's dead, and that's what we're here for. Yes, what Ebony did was a bit over the top, but we can't judge. We all have methods, I guess, and if her anger management involves mutilating a monster I say go for it."

Ebony smiled at Sam, thanking him for backing her up. Of course, he didn't know that she did it because she was angry about Celeste, and had a breakdown, just like the one she had at the apartment. She didn't want that to be public knowledge, and she didn't even want to know it either, because she's unsure about what's happening to her. Dean looked at his brother in disbelief, before sighing deeply and walking back to the motel. 

"Sam, thank you." Her mouth felt foul having words of gratitude being expressed towards non other than Samuel Winchester, but for trust to be gained she guessed she'd have to do it. It still made her want to run away and put soap in her mouth. That was one of the many things her mother taught her: put soap in your mouth to cleanse yourself of the lies. She never actually did it, because, well, Ebony hoped it was a metaphor and not an actual thing her mum had done. 

"You're welcome." She nodded, and started limping her way back to the motel. Her left leg wobbled slightly when she took a new step, pain shooting all the way up her body. She must've fallen on it at an odd angle during one of her many tackles to the ground. For Ebony, it was strange to feel such pain after a life of normalcy: the worst injury she got was when she sliced her hand open when doing the dishes, and needed stitches. The scar was still there, and she was confused as to why she thought that was painful compared to the agony she faced everyday when she woke up, and for a few seconds reach for her phone to update Celeste on the latest, then realise when the voice mail would activate that she didn't belong to the world of the living no more. 

Leaves crunched behind her, and she instinctively grappled for her weapons, only to find empty space. "It's just me!" Sam called out, jogging to catch up. Great, she was tired and in pain, she wasn't in the mood to put the mask back on. 

"Why are you following me?" She asked, shoving her hands deep into her jean pockets.

"I just need you to answer a question." 

"Again?" She smiled playfully, whilst on the inside she was rolling her eyes. 

"Well yeah," he nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, before we mentioned the werewolf you were really, giggly. What was with that?" 

"Come on, I just met the Winchesters, they were speaking to me. Of course I'd make a tit of myself and not be myself, I was nervous. This is embarrassing, but I hoped you would like me and we would be friends," she tucked her raven hair behind an ear, revealing several piercings making a trail down the side of her ear. Ebony prayed that her cheeks weren't visible, because normal people would blush at saying something like that, but she couldn't force a flush to spread across her cheeks. She thought that the blood now crusted on her face would hide her cheeks, or at least make him think that she's blushing. 

"Why would you want to be friends with us? Everyone around us dies." 

"I guess you could say that I can relate." Ebony high fived herself mentally. Make them pity you, then they'll trust you enough that you can kill them, she thought to herself. 

Sam did a double take. "What do you mean? I mean, if you want to share then cool but if not that's fine."

"Well, all my family live at the cemetery. And my friends. And, um, someone I fancied. Oh god that sounds childish, I mean I liked 'em, oh god that sounds worse. Um, this is hard to admit, but... I loved them." Ebony took a deep breath, being the most real she has since she met the boys, which hadn't been long ago, and she wasn't conscious for most of it. "I've never admitted that out loud. It doesn't help." 

"I'm sorry." Her anger spiked. No sorry was going to stitch her back together, no sorry was going to erase all of the memories of her sobbing, and it definitely wasn't going to bring any of them back. Despite all of this, she managed to squeak out a tiny thank you, clenching her fists. Silence followed after this, and the two didn't try to fill it up. Sam was too busy thinking about all the lost ones, whilst Ebony was attempting to restrain the urge to punch him. 

"What was your boyfriends name?" His assumption that she was straight made the fight to prevent herself from giving him a broken nose even harder, and she pursed her lips. 

"Why are you even here? I answered your god damn question."

"We're staying in the same motel." Ebony spun around to him, creeped out at the fact that he knew where she was staying. He stuttered, revealing that while she was passed out they looked for her on CCTV all over town. Even with that explanation, Ebony felt violated.

"Oh." She was still fuming. "Have you ever heard of the saying curiosity killed the cat?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I think you know why." Sam gulped, and sensed that maybe one day this girl may cause them a whole lot of trouble. Ebony knew that she shouldn't have said that, it may have blown her cover, she saw Sam's Adam's apple bob up and down, but the satisfaction was worth it. 

She had never dreamed that she could achieve her goal of destroying the Winchesters, but after that moment, she knew she had an easy task: to be crowned Curiosity. 

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hey guys! I hope your weekend is going great, and that you're doing well!

I visited a college today and when asking about apprenticeships they told me that I'd basically be a secretary. I don't know if that's them being sexist but I'm still pissed even if it wasn't.

ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR SO MANY VOTES AND READS LIKE HOW?! THIS MUCH SUPPORT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND I CAN'T THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH!

anyway,

adios assbutts! 

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