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Every Little Move ~ 2

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Night had fallen and there sat Isla, staring into the room from the vent above. After she was sure he had cleared out of the walls, she found the courage to come out of the shadows once more and here she was.

Waiting for a good time to head down and retrieve her knife.

The only problem was the both of them were still awake, maybe at the large laptop on the wooden table, but still awake and if he had her knife on his personnel, she wouldn't get it back until he put it down or left it out for her, but there was no way to know what was going to happen with it. And that drove her mad.

11:30pm and no signs of the either of them falling asleep. Breathing out, she sat back on her knees, which were curled under her and she ran her hands through her hair before pulling the cloak closer around her shoulders.

The motel wasn't the warmest it could've been, but she had grown accustom to it. Well, she had to.

As she had been sitting and eavesdropping on the pair, she'd picked up the names of the two. Sam and Dean. She didn't know what the relationship was between the two and she had to guess that Sam -the small one- was the other's pet.

She couldn't see it being anything other than that.

Rubbing her hands together, Isla stayed still. She wasn't visible, or so she thought. Their conversation wasn't of any importance, she decided before pushing herself into a stand and she walked along the insides of the walls, before reaching a little ladder made out of the wall itself.

She climbed down into the darkness silently and once her feet touched the solid wood, and she placed her hand against the wall and felt her way along it.

Securing her bag on her front, Isla blew her hair from her eyes and followed the path, stepped across some loose nails and held her position shimmying under something shorter than she was herself.

She pushed on the opening and almost tripped with how fast it had. She was able to catch herself before she hit the top and huffed out a breath. That may not have ended well if she hadn't of been on her toes. She could've been spotted and if her father was alive, he would've scolded her again.

With her cloak and bag around her, she silently stepped out onto the rough wood of the TV stand. I'm going to be fine, she promised herself.

Shutting the door from where she came silently, she made sure to keep near the wall as she listened in on what they were saying. This time they'd moved on from talking about demons and ghosts and such, to something concerning her.

Isla couldn't believe how easily these two were talking with each other. Almost as if they'd known the other for years! That was impossible, wasn't it? Well, it couldn't have been that far out there, especially with how the genuine their banter was.

It was mind boggling. Especially for someone her size, to get along so well with a human.

She'd never be able to get along so well. If anything, she'd be captured in a moment. Faster than someone could bat an eyelash. Rubbing her arm, Isla tilted her head silently, being able to just see the other fingering her knife and she bit her lip nervously.

She really shouldn't have sacrificed it. She should've risked being seen, rather than leave her father's knife and let it fall into his hands.

But she couldn't linger on that thought; couldn't let it get to her. She was stronger than that. Moving silently closer, she peered down the edge of the stand and the floor was a good drop away.

Reaching into her pack, she unwound the fishing wire and her hook and dug it into the wooden, grained surface. This was going to end fine. She knew this. But, was it really? Everything else had seemed to go awry for her.

Getting stuck hanging from the ceiling, having to drop from her spot, losing her knife and then getting seen by someone she didn't want to get seen by

And now that he knew she was here, what the hell was going to happen to her?

She leaned over the side, after tugging on the wire to make sure it was taut and would be able to support her weight. She didn't weigh much, so that wasn't usually a problem, but right now, she really needed to make sure she'd be fine.

Sliding down, she kept her eye on the table, making sure they didn't see her. She'd be a hanging duck... again. And this time, there would be someone in the room easily able enough to grab her.

Breathing out steadily, Isla let her feet touch the ground, and she began to work at getting her hook and wire undone. It was easier said than done, but she was able to. Now, she just had to stay under the TV stand and wait.

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He sat back on the wood of the table as Dean clicked at the laptop. Sam wasn't paying much attention to anything else but the knife he twirled in his hands.

It was hand-carved and perfectly sized for someone their size. Someone would've had to worked months to make something well-done. And there was more precision and intricate details put into it than he could imagine seeing.

"I saw someone else," he muttered, half to himself in disbelief rather than to Dean. The knife was incredible.

Dean moved his gaze from the screen and onto his brother. "What?"

"I saw someone else," Sam stated more clearly, looking up into the large emerald pools, filled with a bit of confusion. "She didn't look too happy for me to know she was there though."

"She? You ran into a girl?" He focused his own eyes down onto the minuscule knife in even smaller hands. "That's her knife, I'm guessing." Dean knew for sure that it wasn't Sam's knife.

Sam nodded in approval. "Yeah, and its detail is incredible. The only reasons she must've left it was either because it was dropped or she ran out of time to retrieve it. Either way, when I tried to give it back to her, she ducked out as fast as she could. As if she was afraid of me.."

Dean took in a large breath and shut the laptop he was currently using, looking for another hunt for him and his brother. "She wasn't necessarily frightened of you, per-say. Didn't you usually scope out a room to see what was going on before entering?" With the nod of 'you're right', he continued. "She's probably done the same and seeing you with me may have set her on edge." As much as Dean didn't like it, he easily scared the smaller folk. Hell, he scared his own brother by nearly crushing him. But, he couldn't go there.

Dean had ran his hand through his hair and relaxed back onto the chair, it was late, nearly midnight now and the bed was nearly calling his name, but he'd stayed awake longer before so this, was really nothing.

Looking back down towards Sam, he saw his little brother focused on something passed him, and he turned in his seat towards the TV stand, right where the tiny hazel eyes of the smaller hunter were directed.

Although, Dean couldn't see anything from where he sat, he knew Sam would've seen something from under there. "What caught your eye?"

"Movement," he said, pushing himself into a stand and wandering over towards the edge of the table. "I saw movement from behind the TV all the way down and under it." He tucked the knife against his belt and squinted his eyes.

"Was it the girl?" Dean's large eyes traveled back over to Sam.

"I don't know," was the only response.

"Well, might as well find out then."

He stood up from his chair and cleared the distance in only a couple steps. Kneeling down, he used one hand to brace his weight and the other searched his pocket for the small flashlight. Finding it, he pulled it out and peered under. There was a shape huddled against the wall, and with the flashlight now on it, he could see the form of a girl and a bag, trying to push herself as far away from himself as she could. And she was shaking rather vigorously.

His eyes softened on the sight of her, and he angled the light so it wasn't blinding her. "Hey, easy there," Dean told her softly, his voice had lowered to a light tone. "I ain't gonna hurt you."

Sam was nearly on the edge, watching as his brother's massive body bent down to peer under the stand, and lo and behold, he was reassuring someone that he wasn't going to hurt them. He could only believe it was the girl he'd ran into earlier that night. "Go easy on her," he spoke over. Clearly remembering that the girl was almost an inch shorter than himself. "She's pretty small."

"No shit," Dean mumbled, before flicking his eyes back over the girl. He adjusted himself so he could reach under with a hand. And that's what he did. Reaching in slowly, he took notice how she curled away from him, and gently scooped her into his palm. He took extreme care with her as she was enveloped into a ginger fist.

Goddamn, she's even lighter than Sammy. His brother weighed less than a bird, but this girl, she had to have been even lighter.

But the way she didn't struggle, made it easier on Dean to keep her in a secure grip and to keep from dropping the small body onto the ground. Although, he could feel her shaking and it wasn't reassuring.

Clicking off the flashlight, he tossed it onto the bed without a second glance and rose to his feet, a second hand under his first for extra support. Eyes sliding to Sam for a moment to pinpoint where his location was, Dean sat back on his chair and lowered his hand to the table.

Sam moved swiftly over and stood right near his brother's large hand, small hazel eyes meeting large emerald eyes, he brought his gaze back down to his fist. "You can let her out," he said, reassuring him. "And maybe she'll take the knife this time?"
The second part to my contest entry for nightmares06's BA contest.

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Isla, plot (c) Me
Sam, Dean, Supernatural (c) Eric Kripke
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MatrixMindAngel's avatar

Where is is the third part?