Invisible Fire
People search their whole lives to "find themselves" but they never really do. I've known who I was for almost my entire life. I am Wolf, while that is not my name it is who I am. When I was growing up everyone thought I was to shy to get very far. Today, I am a multimillionaire and a famous programmer known only as Wolf. No one, not even my closest friends know where I am or what I do, but I like it that way. I am not currently working on anything so I spend my time drawing, reading and watching YouTube. As of this moment, I'm having a Markiplier marathon and eating a whole lot of chips.
I soon hear a knock at my door so I close my computer and go to open the door. To my surprise two incredibly handsome FBI agents are standing in my doorway. "Excuse my miss, may we come in?" The taller one asks. I reluctantly step to the side and let them in. Something is wrong here, their suits are cheap and their badges just don’t seem right. If they are criminals looking for someone easy to rob then I’ll be happy to permanently rearrange their faces.
I lead them to the living room and they sit down on my couch and I sit in my chair across from them lightly gripping the knife I had hidden under the armrest. Putting a fake smile on I innocently ask them, "What do you need?" The taller one seems a little on edge before speaking up. "Just a minute of your time, I'm agent Page this is my partner agent Jones. We are here about the fire down on Pinewood, do you know anything about that?" I clench the knife tighter, which seems to make agent Page squirm. Is it possible that he knows I'm holding a knife? I shake off the thought and reply, "Not more that anyone else. But why would the FBI care about a house fire? And why would you think I would know anything?" "We are just covering all our bases." Agent Jones says before looking me up and down and then looking straight into my eyes. "Look we know you were the one who called the fire department. We just want to know if you noticed anything strange like if you smelled rotten eggs, or the street lights flickered..." agent Jones kept pushing. I looked down for a moment, thinking about what I should do. I did remember something odd about the fire, there were no flames, there was smoke, heat and whenever the heat was gone it left behind nothing but ashes, but I never saw any flames. “No, it was just a fire.” I said carefully. Agent Jones tone changed, “There’s no way it was a ‘normal fire’ you called in anonymously and left before the fire department arrived. You know something.” He growled, the anger steadily rising in his voice and his demeanor. His partner grabs his arm to hold him back but Jones shakes him off and moves closer.
After a few moments I decide to make a move. I pulled the knife out from under the table lunged at agent Page knocking over the couch and landing on top of him. I quickly centered myself and held the blade against his throat. Agent Jones pulled out his gun, leveling it at my head he screamed, "Put the knife down princess!" I pressed the knife down slightly nicking Page’s neck. I glared at agent Jones, daring him to make a move. "No way in hell. You two are not feds so you’re going to tell me who you are and why you’re in my home." I say while pinning my remaining arm on agent Page’s wrist so he can’t reach for his gun. "Now, tell me everything." I hiss. Agent Page pushes against me to try and overpower me but I slam by knee into his stomach. I turn and look at Agent Page in the eyes, my rage burning behind my gaze. Agent Page stops struggling and looks over at his partner before speaking up, "Dean, I think we should do what she says." Agent Jones or 'Dean' put his gun on the ground and then slides it across the room. I pull out the gun on Page and slide it across the room as well. I remove the knife from Page’s neck and deftly get up off of him. I walk over and pick up both guns and point them at the men. "You can start with your real names." I demand. The look at each other, before Dean speaks, "My real name is Dean Winchester, the big one on the floor is my younger brother Sam." "Why are you looking into the fire?" I ask. Sam stands up and moves over to his brother. There is a long silence before Sam answers, "We're looking for the demon who killed our dad and we think he might have been involved somehow." "A demon, that killed, your father?" I say with a hint of skepticism in my voice. “See what you did Sammy, now she thinks we’re crazy.” Deans says. Falling into deep thought. It seems they are being honest now, but there is no way I can trust them, not yet. I make eye contact with Dean, then with Sam. I sigh. I lower and disarm the guns before speaking to the brothers again. "So tell Winchesters how can there be a fire without flames?" I inquire. The boys were visibly confused, so I continued, "You asked if something was off so I'm telling you. When I saw the house there was smoke, heat and ash coming from it but I never saw any actual fire. Not to mention that the 'fire' was out by the time the fire department arrived even though there was still a lot left to burn." Dean was about to speak when he saw the small burn on the inside of my wrist. "When did that happen?" He asked walking to my side. "This morning. I was watering my plants when I felt my arm burning so I poured water on it." I reply gently rubbing the burn. Dean gently grabs my arm and looks at it carefully before nodding to himself and letting go. "So anyway, what is this about a demon?" I ask trying to steer the subject away from my injury. Sam tries to tell me but Dean stops him. "Look, we're not sure if we can trust you so if you wouldn't mind minding your own damn business..." dean starts but I cut him off, "You made it my business when you pretended to be FBI to get into my house and then pointed a gun at my head. So unless you want me to permanently break your pretty face I suggest you start talking.” I growl. I began to feel white hot rage boil to the surface so I close my eyes and try to calm myself.
After I take a moment I ask again, "So the demon?" Dean lays his head back and after a moment of silence he tells me. Apparently Sam is a psychic and the demon they call yellow eyes murdered both their mom, dad, and A girl named Jess to get to Sam. Also the Winchester "family business" is hunting monsters, and they just got a cool little gun that can kill anything that they plan on useing on yellow eyes. After listening to their explanation I stand up and go get my bag. "Where are you going?" Sam asks. "I'm going back to the house to get some answers." I reply. The boys get their guns and reassemble them, Sam hesitated for a moment to see if I was going to stop them, but I give him a small nod to let him know he could. I locked the doors behind us and I got into the back seat of their impala. "What are you doing?" Dean asked after he had buckled into the drivers seat. I just shrug and say, "I hate driving."
The car is awkwardly silent the entire forty-five minute drive to the burnt down house, even though I usually find silence comforting. When we arrived Sam and Dean pulled out their badges and we started to walk towards the house, which was still surrounded by police and onlookers . Dean stopped me, “Sorry princess but we don’t have a badge for you so you get to wait in the car.” I smiled slightly, “Don’t worry I don’t need one.” I went ahead of the boys and passed right in front of the police without them batting an eye. After the boys caught up with me Sam asked me why the police didn’t stop me. “People don’t notice me, it’s just how it’s always been. Oh and by the way, I didn’t leave before the fire department got here. They just reported not seeing anyone at the scene.” I say continuing around the back of the house. The boys were stunned and stopped in their tracks. “No one notices you? That must be very lonely.” Sam whispers to himself. I turn around but continue walking backwards, “Are you two coming or do you expect me to do everything?” The boys look at each other before following me around back.
“According to the police report the fire started in the back bedroom right here.” Dean says looking over the pile of ash that is the remains of what looks like a bunk bed. After looking around a bit and asking the locals we learn that no one knew the people who lived there. We all head back to the car, and I get in I realize there is something under my seat, I feel around for a bit before my hand finds a handle and I pull on it. About half a dozen burner phones fall out onto the floor and I give the boys a look. "What?" Sam asks innocently. I just roll my eyes.
On the drive back to my house dean starts to speed up. "You passed the speed limit like two weeks ago you know." I comment as we turn left and right randomly. I glance out the window and see a vehicle desperately trying to keep up with our wild movement. "We're being followed." Dean and I say simultaneously. We zoom down different streets until I'm not sure we are still in the same state. I look in the mirror and see the black sedan that is following us. I decide to try and get the license plate number, 4BM3-7... Out of nowhere we are hit by an 18-wheeler and the impala goes flying into an electric pole. I hit my head on the door, which significantly disorients me and by the time I get my bearings I see the electrical lines snapped and fell down onto the car trapping us inside. I try to move but to my horror there is six inch piece of metal imbedded in my lower abdomen. "Son of a-“ I try to speak but my head is spinning. I look over to see Sam and Dean were mostly unharmed by the coalition but they were knocked unconscious. "Wake up you chuckleheads..." I weakly kick Deans seat. I’m losing blood fast so I tear part of my shirt and stop the bleeding as much as I can. I reach over and touch the door and I can feel electricity branching through the metal. My vision starts to go black but I push it back for as long as I can. I look out my widow and see a two men getting out of the black sedan and one man gets out of the truck that hit us. They begin talking but I can’t understand them, a moment later they release I’m conscious and all turn their heads in sync and look at me. Their eyes are all pitch black.
I wake up in a white room with three people talking around me. "Hospital" I think to myself. The figures are to blurry to tell who they are, not like I would know them because I almost never come to the hospital. I try to talk but even breathing sends pain surging through me, so instead I do my best to listen. Soon I am awake enough to make out what the people in the room are saying. "The morphine doesn't appear to be working on her, should we increase her dosage?" One of them says making me twitch. I hate medicine. The other voice mentions increasing my dose could make it worse. I keep trying to move but eventually I give up and try to sleep it off.
I awaken a second time but now I can see everything clearly. This time there was only the doctor, who was writing something down. "Malákas..." I whisper. The doctor looks at me with surprise. "Hmm, you were out so long I thought you might never wake up." The doctor says. Is he trying to be funny? "You took quite a beating. You're lucky the emergency crews arrived when they did otherwise you would have bleed out. Although your make shift bandage definitely kept you alive until they got there." The doctor smiles, he writes a few things down on his clipboard before continuing. “The two men with you weren’t hurt as bad as you so they’ve been discharged already.
I smile to myself, for some reason knowing they’re okay makes me happy. I shake it off and I ask, "So, you going to let me go?" The doctor speaks without looking away from his clipboard, "Yes as soon as you sign some paper work. I would also like to recommend not driving for a while." The doctor gets up to leave. “That’s fine, I try not to drive even when I’m in perfect health.” I say.
The doctor soon returns and hands me the paper work while I'm filling it out the Winchester brothers come into my room to check on me. "See Sammy she is perfectly fine." Dean says moving out of the door way so Sam can enter. Sam looks shaken up, which makes sense because the truck hit us on his side. "Oh I'm perfect, but what about you guys?" I ask looking pointedly at Sam. "We are not the ones the doctors had to pull glass shards out of." Sam says. These boys I can't seem to figure them out, I mean just a little while ago they were ready to blow my head off now their worried about me. Dean walks over to me and looks at my paperwork. "So your name is Martha..." I stop what I'm doing and look at him in disbelief. "Wait you came to my house, asked me a bunch of questions, let me ride with you in your car for three hours, and you didn't even know my name? Dude what the hell..." I begin to laugh these boys are absolutely ridiculous I can't even believe they are real sometimes. Honestly what kind of idiots go into a random person's house when that person could quite easily be a serial killer but no let's just wander in it's fine she definitely won't kill us. "Well at least we had our guns with us so it's not like you really could do anything." Dean commented. I simply snarled. "You guys realize that I did have you pinned down, then I took your guns, and you only got them back when I let you. There is really nothing you could've done if I wanted you dead." I laughed. Dean rolled his eyes and I handed the paperwork back to the doctor. “Oh and I prefer to be called Wolf. I say. The doctor walked out of the room giving me a moment to change back into my regular clothes. The boys were about to walk out to but I stoped Dean. "Winchester be careful, I’m not sure how to explain it but, somethings going on here. And I think it's bigger than just your demon problem." I whisper Dean nods and walks out.
I get dressed and walk out to meet the boys so that we can go pick up the impala from the repair shop. I tell the Brothers about the three men with black eyes I saw after the crash. They both seem concerned but I don't know why it's like they is so much they're not telling me, or maybe they don't know. The boys are discussing where they are going to spend the night. "You're staying with me." I say matter of factly. "Sorry but we don't accept charity." Dean says. I grab the seatbelt around Dean and pull it tight. "You are coming with me. I want to make sure you don’t run off I’m not giving you a choice." I growled. I release Dean's seatbelt and he rubbed his throat. "Fine princess but I don't do snuggling." Dean says sarcastically.
When we arrive back at my house I unlock the door and disarm the security system. I check on my cat to see if he is all right after all that happened. I tell my AI assistant Iris to keep an eye on the boys then I decide to take a shower. I head to the bathroom but Sam stops me and asks, "Hey are you really OK. Like really?" "Sam I'm fine really and you can call me Wolf you don't have to can keep calling me you.” I giggle. Sam laughs too and returns to his brother. The Winchester brothers, who they are and where they came from I may never know, but something inside me is compelling me the help them, and I have to destroy whatever is after us.
