Dean knew this would all be just another blow to her, would she be able to handle? Perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, he had to give her credit, she was dealing fine in his eyes, most people would have gone nuts, completely lost it in a situation like this, but as he'd thought before, Isabella was something different. He lowered the volume of the music at the sign of her cooling off, having achieved what he'd set out by this act he no longer felt the need to continue and then when she spoke, he listened and without hesitation he answered quite seriously,
"You can thank Aleksei for the holes in your memories, too bad you're never getting them back... damn thief. As for what's going on, my guess is that you're not as normal as you'd think. Spirits often target people with psychic tendencies, evil spirits especially like to loom near desperate people to try to lure them out of their minds and join their ranks so to speak. Your inborn psychic energies must be very powerful to attract so many spirits. That demon in your room was a minion, something else was pulling the strings, it wanted to kill you in order to absorb your spiritual energy. They all do, every single one of those supernatural creatures lust for power and every life they kill, they get stronger. Humans are nothing more but walking pools of energies to them, most aren't even aware of it, and some often have more psychic energies than others. Like you for instance, you're a damn magnet to them, like a beacon of light in the darkness,"
Dean glanced at her for a second, trying to read her expression before he returned his gaze to the road and continued, "I don't know how I could remember that, some things are coming to me. Just like you I've been mind screwed, my memories aren't intact. Hmm, I still don't understand how those demons could break into your room when I had put up a barrier on your house, maybe I missed a spot or something." He fished his pocket to take out his cell and handed it over to her, "Call your folks and tell them not to go home tonight, scratch that, tell them to rent a room in a hotel, your house has already been visited by evil forces, it might become a hot spot for sure. You don't want mom and dad walking into a demon party now do you?" He smirked at her and winked, then lead the car down another street before pulling up into a car repair shop called Jenkin's Auto Shop. It belonged to Billie, a very trusted friend, another father to the hunter.
"Well, this is the place, you'll have to stick around here for a while. I'm off to find the
Hell Gate and close it, might take all day. Let's go I'll explain everything inside, I wanna eat something before I leave."
Dean killed the engine, pulled the keys out and opened the door to get out, then he walked around to get her out as well, offering her a reassuring half smile, he also reached in to grab the
Rebelus sword, couldn't be too careless on such a powerful weapon now. Walking her to the door, he again told her she'd be okay here while he was away. Walking in, he was met with a grouchy middle aged man who was none too pleased at seeing his "son" stroll on in as if it were just an ordinary morning. For one, it was just about 5 a.m. and two, does he not know how to use a cell phone when he was called? The man was beyond angry, but at seeing the girl, namely Isabella, he let out a breath and tried to keep his cool, he'd get back at the teen later.
"I've found what you've been looking for Dean, and you're right, this Lombardi girl is much more than she seems. You've got something special on your hands." Billie explained, shooting Dean a grave look, this was not a good time for taking it "easy" at all. He seemed to have known more than he was letting on, maybe this intel was something he wanted to discuss in private, he feared how Isabella would react if she'd known the truth of her ancestry. It wasn't a pretty one, nor was it normal by any standards.
Dean introduced Billie to Isabella, then went straight for the fridge and raided it, "You want anything?" He offered her as he started pulling out cold cuts and bread and beer and other stuff to eat.
Finally the trio settled into the living room, the place was small, having been divided into both a work place and home for Jenkins it wasn't exactly maintained for a normal family, he tried, but with all the work he had piling up, keeping things tidy was impossible. He served as both a parental figure for Dean and a info keeper. Namely the man was entitled to do the research for the boy when things were out of hand for him, he was more knowledgeable when it came to the world of the supernatural than anyone of the planet --well according to Dean he was. So it was no wonder that Dean always crawled right back to this place at the end of the day, having no one else to turn to or trust really. They were both hunters and they were both intuitively keen on each other in that level, well, like father and son. If only he could do something more to help him though, he did try his best to assist him in any way he can, but there were times when he thought he wasn't doing enough for him.
"I can't offer you anything more than what I got here kid, sorry, I also did not expect any visits. So, Dean wants you to stay here while he takes care of some business out there." Billie was addressing Isabella, then he'd switched his gaze to glare sternly at Dean who was drinking his head off, he even stood from the lumpy red old couch to snatch the beer from him. "Hey you gotta stay sharp, this is serious boy, you're still on duty! There's already sightings of the demons attacking civilians outside, Dean you better hurry up and get to the matter of this."
Dean frowned at him, "It's only one come on, lighten up. At least tell me, do you know where the massive energy flux is coming from? I'd felt something like this earlier, but I couldn't make sense of one from the other..." Then he noticed Isabella and the confusion she just may be having at this talk. Taking out his gun he showed it to her, the pistol brimmed with suppressed energies, that emanated from the weapon in wisps of shadowy, crimson hues. "This is the
Silver Moon, I use it to shoot my targets, and when it comes down to melee attacks, I use the
Rebelus. I'm a hunter, and these are some of the many arms I posses to take out the monsters that go bump in the night." There was a hint of amusement in his serious tone, like it was starting to become more enjoyable to him, killing the sonuvabitches that only wanted to kill innocent lives, what a nuisance, and in a sense he could say it was exciting. Would he admit it? Probably not to Isabella.
Billie clarified for her, "Basically this is just an everyday norm for him, although his first time riding the front seat, I can't say I'm not surprised you've managed well for a novice. He's a few of the hunters scattered across this world, there aren't many of them as you can see, their jobs are a tough one, they're entitled to rid the world of spirits or other malignant entities that defile the natural order or balance of the world. Trust me, it's not a career path most sane people would follow. You gotta have guts for this and a whole lot of will power to keep trekking forward and do what you do best. As I've said before, just waking up in the morning to put yourself out there and do work that puts your soul at risk is a beautiful thing, call me crazy but I think that's what it means to be alive... At least I always believed this, but I can't say I'm alive anymore huh, I quit, I'm just sitting on the sidelines, watching this one take the guns and ride the hot seat. Makes me proud of him, what he's grown up to be." Billie sighed, almost longingly, but it only made sense for him to retire and lay down the gun, things weren't like they used to be, the fiends now were not the types they used to be, and he didn't have the strength needed to handle it. The pressures and agony that came with this business, not to mention the losses. Some meetings were destined for heartbreak and he expected that this was an aspect of the hunter's life Dean had yet to experience. "And no Dean, I don't know where that build up of supernatural aura is coming from, what am I a freakin supernatural GPS?" Then he explained what they were talking about to Isabella to keep her up to speed, "What he means is that, somewhere in the town, a Hell Gate's been brought up, someone must have found a way to create a portal from this world and the demon world, or underworld or hell, whatever you want to nick name it, and evil spirits are both pooling out of that door and gathering around the place, even more attracted to it if its already filled with bad vibes, which would in turn make it more powerful, attracting more evil spirits, a hot spot of terrible you don't want to find yourself in unarmed. That's why he brought you here, to keep you safe obviously."
Dean crossed his arms, "Alright I guess I'll have to find it by searching, but at this rate I doubt it wouldn't be too difficult, and don't speak so highly of me yet if I haven't even gotten to bigger game or done anything worth being proud of, when I'm done with this, you better have a pie waiting for me here. And keep and eye on her, she can get a little slippery. Make random visits to the cemetery. " Dean warned the old timer who wasn't at all as useless as he thought he was, and this was a topic that he'd bring up later, right now he needed the man to keep it together and use some hunting know-how to keep her safe. He was all Dean had left, and he wasn't about to accept defeat. Not from anyone, and as he stood he instructed Isabella to learn some defensive techniques, especially how to handle a gun. "You have guts and I know all this seems like utter crap to you but you have to trust me, you are NOT safe outside that door, if you don't want me going crazy worrying about you please listen to me, and wait for me here. Will you do that for me Isabella?" He gave her a serious look, laced with deep concern and a fiery passion in his eyes that could draw in even the coldest of hearts. He liked her, and he wanted a chance to know her a bit even if he'd never see her again when all this was over. She was a friend? Not too sure what to call it, he was at a loss, never had he been interested in forming something akin to friendship with anyone outside the family.
A surprising first it was. Maybe even something he may come to soon regret, because as his father once told him,
"Once you become a hunter, your life is never the same, guys like us, we don't have a home, we don't get a family, and all our friends that stick around most end up dying. It's best to keep on walking forward, alone. That way you won't hesitate in action, get the job done without the casualties of friends trailing behind you."That memory was all too fresh in his mind and he averted his gaze with a heavy heart, would she be in greater danger because she was with him instead of Lorenzo who was undoubtedly another vampire tethered to her? Maybe, yet he was the only one that stood between her and a horde of ravenous demons waiting in line to eat her up. So for now he'd take his chances and do his best to protect her as best as he could. Another death was undesirable to him and as long as he was alive and kicking, he wasn't gonna let anyone hurt her anymore. What Selene did to her was a wake-up call, a very cruel one at most and a lesson to take this more seriously.
"So the little fox escaped, that's no problem I can deal with you then. Tell me, LeVian, why didn't you keep her under control, has she become a liability to you?" Aleksei asked striking Micheal in a heart beat, having no concern in trying to track the girl whom he knew all along was on his team from the get go. He had heard his love when he'd left and she was clear on her words, she would never forgive him if he killed her friends, and that was not a wrath he wanted to face. So he resorted to keeping his mind off the anger he felt toward the woman that dared to harm his other love so brutally. Take it out on Michael whom was already familiar with his quirks and habits and may even be already realizing what was transpiring before him. They were very close friends and his only confidante, so killing the man was an act he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do anyways.
"So you're his new lackey huh? Salvatore's taken an interest in you, having me fetch for you even though you're a vampire now. He's sure changed, let's hope you're good at what you do, or I just may be giving you the vote off the island." Veratos expressed as she sprinted through the woods with the huntress following after. As they passed the streets, Veratos picked up the malignant auras increasingly thickening in the atmosphere, coming from the direction of the school. Most undeniably the source of all that evil energies, a massive psychic feedback loop of more evil spirits gathering toward the hot spot. She knew well that bad vibes always had an outside source. One that needed to be put down pronto.
"This is gonna be one hell of a mission for him, let's hope he doesn't screw up. Are you game Morrigan? This isn't an odd job for a simple hunter, now that you're a vampire I think you know what that means."
They continued to Jenkin's auto shop where they were to meet up with Dean, shortly after they were to jump on this case, the quicker they got to it, the sooner she could have some alone time with the amnesiac hunter. She was beginning to wonder if there were a possible way to jog his memories, and have them come to him faster. Having to wait was annoying and no fun.