Chapter 6- What do you mean booze ain't food?

So here we are, the moment everyone was waiting for. Finally Sonya meets the boys!

So excited for this chapter, seriously excited, I've run through a dozen different ways this pans out for each specific moment I plotted. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it.

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PS- I know it's short, but I felt myself writing into a corner and wanted to get out of there before I did.

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-I do NOT own Supernatural or it's characters

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A month of chasing cases, a month of traveling in the general area surrounding Sioux Falls, a month of learning on what not to do when facing off with specific monsters.

For example, Sonya learned it was a very bad idea to loose her silver dagger when attempting to take down a werewolf after her gun had been knocked out of her hand moments before. As the long, newly healed scar running down her left side states.

She also learned to never leave the salt circle unless you were A. Sure it wasn't a ghost, or B. had enough salt and/or had something iron to hit it with. This was quickly fixed by visiting several stores until she finally managed to get her hands on a large iron ring which she had sized to fit on her right ring finger. It wasn't perfect, but definitely helped in a pinch.

And finally, she learned that Garth, despite how skinny the hunter was, could pack away enough food at an all-you-can-eat buffet to get them kicked out.

Holding her hand out the open window, Sonya watched with an amused grin as the air currents pushed it up and down as Garth drove along. "You sure you wanna go back? I mean, there's a haunting in Indiana I could use your help on?"

Turning to look over at Garth's hopeful expression, she almost said she'd stay, but fortunately it wasn't the first time she was faced with his 'lost puppy' look, and it wouldn't be the last. "I told ya, buddy, I wanna go back, relax a bit, catch up reading some of the new books Bobby got delivered last week. Sort of a personal project I'm working on." She hedged slightly, watching his face flicker with disappointment then go back to smiling like usual.

"Ah well, can't blame me for tryin'." He laughed, turning the truck onto the drive leading up to Bobby's house.

"True." Sonya grinned back, turning to look out the window as they finally came to a stop, eyes landing on a rather beautiful vehicle sitting in the usual parking spot. "What do we have here?"

"Dunno, but wow." Garth whistled lowly, leaning out his own window to get a better look at the car sitting there, appreciation plastered across his face. "Damn."

"No shit." With a grunt, she grabbed her bag from the floorboards and shoved the door open. "Anyhow, better get inside. There's a shower and bed calling my name." With a final grin over at Garth, she shut the door and leaned in through the window. "You gonna be alright without me watching your skinny arse?"

With a snort, he threw the truck back into gear and shot her a grin. "I think I can handle it." Sonya took a few steps away as the truck backed up, one hand raised in farewell as it disappeared into a cloud of dust back down the drive.

Turning back around, Sonya eyed the sleek, black car as she drew level with it, a whistle of amazement blowing out from between pursed lips when she got close enough to see her reflection in the door. "Beautiful, aren't you?"

Forcing herself to turn away, she shook her head and stomped up onto the porch and pulled the screen open. Not bothering to knock, she pushed the door open and dropped her bag to the floor beside her. "Lucy, I'm home!"

The muttered voices in Bobby's study came to a halt once she called out, raising one of her eyebrows slightly, peered around the edge of the doorway, a smirk twisting her lips upwards at the sight of Bobby's less than amused glare. "Howdy."

"You're late." Bobby grunted by way of greeting, hand reaching up to push the brim of his cap back as she stepped into the study, eyes flicking over to the two vaguely familiar men standing on the other side of his desk.

"Sorry, Garth and I spotted this restaurant leaving Oklahoma, pancakes as big as your head." Sonya lifted her hands up, framing her face in an attempt to give a better visual at just how big they were. "Anyway, I'm here now."

"'Bout time." He grunted, looking over at the two men giving her a curious look as she came to a stop beside the desk. Returning the stare, Sonya eyed them with a critical expression. "That your car outside?"

The shorter of the two flashed her what she believed he thought to be a flirtatious grin. "That's my baby."

Turning her attention to him fully, she sized him up and finally smiled herself. "Nice."

Clearing his throat, Bobby called their attentions back to him, faint irritation coloring his features. "You two gonna focus, or should we leave you alone?" He asked sarcastically, making Sonya snicker and lean her hip against his desk, arms folding across her chest as she flashed him a grin. "You jealous, Old Man?"

"You got a death wish, Sweetheart?"

"As if you could catch me." Sonya stuck her tongue out at him and glanced over at the two, now very amused, men standing there. "Who's this?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester." Bobby grunted, not offering anything else by way of information as per his usual. Rolling her eyes slightly, Sonya straightened up to move towards them, hand outstretched. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sonya, because I highly doubt he'd say anything about me other than how I'm a colossal pain in his arse."

The shorter one grabbed her hand first, squeezing it lightly as he flashed her another flirtatious smile. "Anyone that can appreciate my baby is good enough for me." At which Sonya snorted lightly and raised an eyebrow at him. "So... Anyone with eyes?"

The taller one, Sam she assumed, snorted as well, taking his brother's place and shook her hand as well. "Bobby mentioned someone was staying here, but we had no idea who." He stated lightly, his head tipped to the side a bit as he offered a small smile at her amused expression.

"If you three are done with the niceties, we have business." Bobby grunted, making Sonya pull away from the taller hunter and move back over towards his desk with a curious look. "That why you said you needed my help? Bobby if it's research I'm sure you know everything there is about whatever it is they're hunting." Reverting to her 'business mode' Sonya took the book he gestured at wordlessly and scanned the passage it was open to.

After a few moments, she looked up at him, a serious look in her eyes. "Demons, Bobby, what the actual fuck?"

Giving her a glare for the language, something she never understood his reaction to. He stood up and wandered over to one of his book cases. "'S not important why, you gonna help, or you gonna stand there and bitch?"

Clenching her jaw slightly, Sonya took a deep, calming breath and let it out slowly. "Only if I know it means you won't pull any stupid stunts." Shaking her head, she turned away and moved towards the stairs without another look at the Winchesters. "Last thing I need is the guy who's house I'm staying at dies. Then where would I be?"

"At least I'd be outta my misery." She heard Bobby's mutter and stuck her tongue out in his general direction before moving upstairs and into her room. Stepping inside, she allowed a smile to form on her face as she took in the familiar sight around her. Despite enjoying hunting and moving place to place, travelling was something she always wanted to do, there was nothing like seeing a bed she had gotten used to sleeping on for the first time in a month.

Despite wanting to go and collapse on her bed, Sonya let out a single, longing sigh and turned her attention to the stacks of books on the other side of the small room. Picking through the ones she read already, Sonya began stacking the ones that could actually be useful to the side.

Pausing, she eyed one of them in her hand and frowned slightly. She could have sworn this one was in his study last time she was there. Opening the cover, she read the title and frowned. 'Key of Solomon' ignoring the small outbreak of goosebumps raising up on her arms, she added that to the useful pile and picked them up, heading back down the stairs.

She'd focus on the eerie factor of her own book being like the bible later. Right now, she planned on helping Bobby and making sure the idiot didn't get himself killed.

Walking back into the study, Sonya swore when the toe of her boot caught on the edge of a nearby bookcase, stumbling forward a few steps and came to a stop beside the desk. "Here." She grunted, dropping the stack on top. "These might help if you're studying up on Demons."

Glancing up at the taller one, Sam, she waved a hand at them with a wry smile. "Have at 'em. I'm getting me something to eat."

Casting a look over towards Bobby and Dean, she disappeared into the kitchen and yanked open the refrigerator door to look inside.

"Oi, where's the beer?"

"Thought you said you were gettin' somethin' to eat." Bobby grumbled back, appearing in the doorway a couple of seconds later, earning a wry look from the young woman. "Beer is part of my food pyramid."

"'Course it is." He rolled his eyes and turned around to see Dean walk up beside him. "Haven't had the time to get to town." Walking away, he left the two of them alone in search of something else. Groaning softly to herself, Sonya shut the door and straightened up as Dean stepped farther into the kitchen. "So... You been staying with Bobby?"

Glancing over at him, she leaned against the counter and smiled wryly. "Mostly. Been out hunting with a friend for about a month though."

He looked her over critically and raised an eyebrow. "You're a hunter?"

"Tryin' to be. You can thank Bobby for that." She nodded over to where they could see the older hunter searching through random drawers for something. "Taught me to handle a gun anyway."

"You a good shot?"

Reaching back, she pulled the pistol Bobby got her from the back of her pants and put it on the counter. "Thanks to him and his tricks, I don't miss." Dean reached for her gun, shooting a questioning look at her before she nodded and picked it up. "Nice."

Holding back a smile, Sonya watched him look it over curiously then handed it back to her as she passed on the way out of the kitchen. "Thanks, her name's Sasha."

Bobby turned around just as they both stepped up beside him, two silver flasks sitting in front of him. Handing one of the flasks to Dean, he grabbed the other for himself. "Here you go."

"What's this, holy water?" Dean asked curiously, looking the flask over before glancing up at Bobby as he unscrewed the top of his own. "That one is, this one's whisky." He tipped it back, taking a drink from the flask before putting the lid back on.

Sonya, not one to be left out, snagged the flask from Bobby before he put it away and opened it to take a drink herself. If he didn't have any beer to drink, then she'd be damned if he kept the whisky from her right now. Glancing over at Dean, she offered him the flask before turning and walking over to join Sam at the desk where he sat poring over the books she brought down.

"Any luck?" Looking up at her, Sam offered a small smile and shook his head lightly, one hand waving at the open book in front of him as Dean and Bobby spoke quietly in the background. Reaching over, she snagged it and looked over the page he had open curiously.

"This book... I've never seen anything like it." Looking over at Bobby as the older hunter walked over, Sonya tapped the pentagram shape on the page thoughtfully.

"Key of Solomon?" Bobby peered over her shoulder as she turned the book around to show Sam quietly, watching his eyes light up at the sight of it. The expression of someone that truly enjoyed learning new things, what she imagined she looked like when a particular piece of information caught her attention. "It's the real deal alright."

Sam ran a finger over the diagram thoughtfully. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" He looked over at Bobby, catching sight of Sonya as she straightened up and wandered towards the door where her bag still sat, crouching down to dig through it with a thoughtful look on her face.

Sparing the young woman a glance, Bobby turned his attention back to the brothers. "Hell yea. You get a demon in one, they're trapped, powerless. Kinda like a... Satanic roach motel."

Looking up, Sonya laughed softly with Sam, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she rejoined them, journal in hand before sliding the book around to face her again and flipping back a couple of pages while they kept talking.

Scanning the passage, she flicked her gaze to the journal in her hand, idly glancing at the doodle of an eight she made in the top corner while she read then brushing it off and writing down a few things below it.

"This is some serious crap you boys stepped in." Bobby's voice drew her attention once again, unable to stop the snort that came out at his statement. All three of them shot her a look to which she shrugged at and finished writing down the basic aspects of a protective circle and slapped the journal shut.

"Been in this for a year and I haven't even heard of demons until recently." She added softly, seeing Bobby's subtle nod from the corner of her eye when she looked over at Dean. "Exactly, normally I hear of one or two demonic possessions a year, now it's twenty-seven... So far."

Glancing at Sonya, he turned his attention to Dean's thoughtful look. "You get what I'm sayin'? More and more demons are walking among us." He paused and Sonya could see the worry forming on his face as he shook his head slightly. "A lot more."

Repressing a shudder that tried to work down her spine, Sonya leaned her hip against the edge of the desk, a small frown on her face as she flipped back to the diagram and studied it closely. "Do you know why?" She could hear Sam ask quietly, her eyes flicking up to look at him then back down to the page, the vague feeling of something familiar about all of this fluttering around at the edges of her thoughts.

"No, but I know it's something big. Storm's commin', and you boys, your daddy? You are smack in the middle of it."

Glancing up at the ceiling, Sonya smiled at the familiar sight there, eyes tracing the exact replica of the diagram sitting in front of her. Leave it to Bobby to think so far ahead, he didn't even realize he would need a trap set in place years after he put it up.

Rumsfeld's barking jerked her from her thoughts, eyes wide as she moved towards the door. Mind already putting two and two together as she realized fairly quickly, if the boys were here about demons, then that would mean-

"Sonya-" Bobby's strong hand on her shoulder stopped her from getting any farther, his sharp voice making her look up at him. "Go upstairs. Now."

"Bobby, I can-"

"Now."

Shooting a look between him and the brothers, Sonya swallowed back the retort she was going to make and clenched her jaw tightly before nodding and disappearing up the steps quickly, ducking around the corner of the open door to her room so she could listen.

A sudden, pained whimper from the dog she had gotten rather attached to made Sonya wince, the urge to go downstairs and punch whoever or whatever made him make that noise overwhelming. Turning her back to the wall, she slid down and rubbed her hands across her face in an attempt to focus.

Catching sight of a cracked closet made her pause and tip her head to the side though. Downstairs she could hear the sound of something breaking, probably the door if the sound of it slamming against the wall could be anything to go by, followed by a female voice.

The sound of something crashing against the wall made her jump slightly and move back towards the stairs hesitantly. She may be a hunter, even if she was new to it, but she had never faced a demon before, and frankly, it was more than a little terrifying.

The woman's voice sounded again, raising in volume little by little, but Sonya barely caught anything she was saying before Dean's voice came floating up the stairs loud and clear. "Actually, we were counting on it..." He paused, Sonya poking her head around the doorway to look down the stairs at where she could see him leaning against the doorway. "Gotcha."

Deciding to screw Bobby and his insistence she 'stay out of trouble', she slowly made her way downstairs, Dean's eyes flicking quickly in her direction, hardening at the sight then moved away as he walked into the study.

Well, it was too late to back away now. Holding her breath, Sonya turned at the bottom and stopped in the doorway, eyes immediately moving towards the young woman standing in the center of the room with a furious expression on her face.

"Oh, lookie here, you boys know how to have all the fun, don't you?" A cocky smile replaced the scowl as the demon caught sight of Sonya, Bobby's angry glance towards her nearly making her flinch as she stepped into the room. "Haven't seen you around before. Tell me, these Winchesters show you a good time?"

Grimacing slightly at the suggestion, Sonya ignored the demon and moved to stand next to Bobby, her lips twisting in a frown when all he did was shoot her another glare. "Thought I told you to go upstairs."

"I did, and then I came back down." She quipped, making the older hunter shoot her another glare as the demon laughed lightly. "Oh, I like her, she's funny."

"Shut up." Dean's sharp retort made Sonya look over where he drug a chair towards the Demon, Sam behind him with some rope. Both of them wearing identical looks of irritation as they moved to restrain the woman.

Keeping back while they worked, Sonya picked up the forgotten Key of Solomon and flipped through the pages idly for something to do as the men finished whatever they were doing.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up... All you had to do was ask." Hearing that comment, Sonya glanced over towards the demon, one eyebrow raised just in time to lock gazes with her. "But you on the other hand... I think you'd be the one tied up, not me." She winked much to Sonya's disgust which she showed clearly on her face, only furthering the woman's amusement at her reaction. "You can act like that all you want, light bright, but you and I both know you'd love it." Sonya furrowed her eyebrows at that. Light Bright? What the hell did that mean?

Then she remembered what the wiccan, Sam, said, a cold chill working over her as she stared at the demon speechlessly. The woman, seeing she had Sonya's full attention, smiled and leaned back in the chair. "That's right, and I'm not the only one that noticed."

Swallowing thickly, she ignored the looks both Sam and Dean sent her way and brushed past Bobby on the way back towards the stairs. Maybe she should have listened to him when he told her to go up there, it was a hell of a lot better not knowing that apparently demons can see her unusual soul too.

Ducking into her room, she shut the door securely behind her and leaned against it, one hand covering her mouth as she stared in front of her without seeing anything there. If demons were going to become a regular thing, then Sam was right when she said they would be drawn to her.

Anything that made you stick out to the monsters in the dark was a bad thing, like wearing neon lights in a game of hide and seek. And if Demons were the type to be curious, she was well and fucked. Moving away from the door, she walked towards her bed and sat down on it in a daze.

Not to mention the two hunters downstairs heard what the demon said, that wasn't a conversation she was really up to talk about. That was if they believed her anyway, in either direction, there would be questions asked and she couldn't see any way to go about explaining something she didn't even know or understand herself.

Looking down at her hands, Sonya spied the corner of a book poking out of the side pocket of her pants. Reaching down, she pulled it out and turned it over in her hands thoughtfully. She had picked through it over the past month, but really, she didn't understand why Sam had given it to her in the first place. It didn't say anything about her 'bright' soul or give any explanation why she was even there.

Ignoring the voices drifting up the stairs, she opened the book again and began paging through it to where she left off, intending to loose herself in the confusing information written there and try to forget the fact that Demons apparently could see souls.

It wasn't long after that she heard shouting downstairs then silence. The place shook a bit, but nothing she felt she needed to be worried about.

"Get down here." Bobby's voice drifted up to the cracked door of her room, making Sonya look up with a small frown on her face and get up to join him in the study.

Stopping in the doorway, she eyed the body laying on the ground in confusion. Blood had dripped out of the woman's mouth at some point, gathering in the corner to slowly dry. Hearing Bobby's footsteps behind her, Sonya turned to look at him in question as he hung up the phone.

"Exorcised the demon." He grunted by way of explanation, moving over to stand next to the body. "Help me move her outside."

"Bobby-"

"Now." A sharp word and glare kicked Sonya into gear, quickly walking over to help him pick the broken body up and carry it outside several yards away from the house. Setting her down, Sonya brushed her hands on her jeans and watched as the older hunter went about moving the woman's arms and legs until they looked natural.

"What the hell is going on, Bobby?" She finally asked once he was done, watching him straighten up and remove his cap to rub his forehead before turning to look over at her.

"I should ask you the same question, Sunshine. Got somethin' to tell me about what the demon was sayin' to you?"

Clenching her teeth, Sonya stared at him silently a moment then dropped her gaze down to the body in front of them. "It's not important."

"The hell it ain't!" Bobby burst out, making the younger girl jump in surprise and watch as he paced back and forth in front of her. "If a demon's got it's eye on you, it ain't good! Now what the hell did it mean?"

Unsure how he'll take it, Sonya shifted one of her feet back, slightly behind the other and chewed on her lip. "It's hard to explain."

"Then get started, we got about twenty minutes before the cops show up." He waved an idle hand at the body still laying between them, his eyes still locked on Sonya as she shifted on her feet, obviously uncomfortable.

"Apparently my soul is brighter than most peoples." She blurted out, hands flying up to wave in the air around her as the words began spilling past her lips without a filter.

"It's too bright! I don't know why either, the first time I heard about it was when you sent me and Garth on that vamp hunt a month ago!" Sucking in a breath, she began pacing this time, hands alternating between waving around and wrapping around her while she spoke.

"I met a psychic, she said my soul was too bright, she was surprised nothing had come after me yet as it was. And she's right! I had no idea what was going on, I just assumed that it's because I came from a different reality that my soul is so odd." Finally stopping, she hesitantly shot Bobby a look then stared back down at her shoes.

"That- That demon confirmed it for me."

Silence reigned after her spew of information, the only sound being their collective breathing and the soft breeze that rustled the loose pieces of metal attached to nearby junkers.

Refusing to look up at the hunter, Sonya stared down at the body with something akin to fascination, watching the stray strands of hair brush across her face with the wind.

A long sigh drew her attention up to where Bobby still stood, his expression pensive and closed-off as he watched her. "Bobby?"

"We'll talk abou' this later." He gruffly cut her off, turning his head in the direction they could hear faint sirens approaching. "One problem at a time."

Nodding, Sonya shifted on her feet, ignoring the pang of sadness that despite everything, the older hunter viewed her as a problem now. One akin to explaining away a dead body, apparently.

Truthfully, it wasn't hard to imagine she was a problem now. A soul that seemed to act like a beacon for all things creepy and crawly? It's a Problem with a capital 'P' if anything, and here she was in this man's house where a demon already showed up at.

How long would it be before other's started showing up in search of her? How long before the older hunter was put into danger, hurt or even killed because of her? It wasn't like she had a choice in all of this, she didn't even know her soul was odd until Sam told her.

Idly Sonya wondered if she had ignored the urge to go in the Wiccan shop, would it have made any difference? She wouldn't be able to explain why the Demon was so interested in her, leaving both her and Bobby in the dark.

No, she decided, it was better to know, at least they had some sort of idea on how to deal with this. Even if it was only the start, one step was better than one.

Looking up from the ground just in time to see the police cars pull in beside where Bobby had moved to, an ambulance behind them. Moving to meet them, Bobby began talking, hands moving a bit as he explained exactly why there was a dead woman laying in the gravel at his home.

Not the best situation to be in, but if she knew Bobby like she thinks she does. Sonya was absolutely sure he'd come up with something fairly believable, enough so no one would think they had anything to do with it anyway.

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