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The Hunter is a Devil	By : MellindaHightop Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jesse puffed slightly, his arm dropping to his side as he whined in the back of his throat. It had been a week since Kerri found him in the Outback. Since then she'd been working him nonstop at his powers, trying to get him to hone in on them. They'd spent the last week in some rundown motel in the middle of nowhere.

He looked over to the woman who was laying on one of the beds, frowning slightly as she flipped the pages of a worn journal. When he asked about what she was trying to find he got a bored gaze and a roll of her eyes. Jesse was learning quickly that Kerri didn't answer any question that she saw as pointless. Which turned out to be most questions.

Whining softly again Jesse looked back to the empty couch in front of him. He was supposed to be casting an illusion of a happy family on the couch and make it real. It was different than just changing the function of a joy buzzer and more difficult to control.

“You were able to ruin and kill a few people without even trying Jesse. I doubt you're really having this much trouble.”

Kerri was now standing behind him, still frowning. He looked up at her, trying to give her his best puppy dog look. Despite it being almost two in the afternoon she was still dressed in a pair of boxers and an oversized band shirt. He had no clue who Godsmack was, but he guessed it was their music she was often pumping through her headphones half the time.

She yawned loudly as Jesse gave her a disbelieving look, rubbing out the waves her hair had taken from her braid. It was odd to see her with her hair down, the copper penny colored mop hung somewhere between her shoulders and butt when it was left down. Kerri blinked down at him with a raised eyebrow. Oh he was supposed to answer her

“I didn't know I was doing that!”

“Which means that now that you know it should be even easier”

He felt a small push of her own power and suddenly the scene he was supposed to be projecting was playing on the couch. It was a mom, a dad and a little boy all seemingly chattering away happily. Jesse could see their mouths moving and them shifting on the couch, but he couldn't hear anything.

“It's not working.”

“Yes it is.”

“But I can't hear anything!”

“True, but you know it's an illusion.” Kerri moved past him, a small wave of clove scent following her. “That's the beauty of an illusion. You only need to do half of the work and your target does the rest.”

“But why do I need to know this?”

He pouted slightly when she turned to him again, her arms coming up to cross over her chest. Kerri narrowed her eyes for a moment before opening her mouth. Jesse jumped back slightly when instead of words a series of chirps and whistle came out. Her mouth moved in normal words though.

“What was that?”

“The reason you need to learn to control your illusions. Caleb and I have come up with a way to communicate with each other without humans overhearing us. If you can't control your illusions you won't be able to understand us.”

Jesse's eyes widened as he stared up at her, trying to figure out what she meant. The last week had shown that Kerri had a lot more control over her power and was stronger then him. She had easily teleported both of them to this hotel and gotten a weeks worth of food delivered to the room with no questions.

Kerri wasn't someone he wanted to upset.

With a small huff he looked back at the illusion playing on the couch. He wanted to be able to do that. He wanted to be strong like Kerri was. Jesse just didn't know how to channel his powers like she was trying to get him. And he knew he was disappointing her.

The woman had turned from him and was still chirping and whistling, obviously speaking under her breath about him. Feeling tears welling up in the back of his eyes Jesse kicked at the carpet, head hanging low. He looked back up at the illusion and focused hard, trying to change the color of the mother's dress.

Chirp....chirp.....whistle....chirp “Can't believe it's this hard to teach him how to do something so simple.”

Jesse's head snapped in Kerri's direction, eyes wide when he realized that she was chirping and whistling again. Had it been a fluke? Maybe she had slipped back into English while he was busy with the illusion. Shaking his head he started to focus on Kerri this time, trying to understand her words.

Chirp....chirpchirpchirp....whistle..... “Granted I was raised longer, but damn even Caleb was pretty good by the time I met him. Maybe I'm expecting to much. I mean I've know all of my life and he's had only a few months on this.”

“Kerri?”

A sigh answered him. “Yes Jesse?”

“What do you mean you were raised longer?”

The woman froze dead in her pace, turning on her heel to stare at him. Her hair was falling into her right eye, leaving only the dark brown eye seen. Kerri was silent for a long moment before clicking her tongue.

“You understood me?”

Jesse shifted slightly under her gaze, watching her eyebrow jump up and then rest again. The silence stretched between them when suddenly her lips jerked upward in a slight smile. It was more than he had gotten for most of the week. Licking his lips he gave her a small smile in return.

With a motion of her fingers the illusion still playing on the couch disappeared, leaving the moth eaten fabric empty again. Kerri moved quickly back to the bed, grabbing the journal from it's resting place. She moved to sit Indian style on the comforter and patted the space next to her. Jesse crawled up and sat close, looking down at the yellowing pages.

“This journal used to belong to the hunter than killed my parent six years ago. He took me in and taught me after that.”

“A hunter took in an antichrist?”

“He never found out what I was. By thirteen I had pretty good control.” Jesse looked up at her, seeing the left corner of her lips were hiked up again. He turned back to the journal, tilting his head at the block hand writing that filled the pages.

Kerri flipped a few pages from the back and showed him a list of names and numbers. Next to the names were either a black star, a red star, or a bluedot. Jesse couldn't help the confusion that covered his face as he looked back up to her.

“Black stars mean the contact is dead, don't bother. Red stars mean that the contact is hostile and not to be trusted. Blue dots are contacts that can be trusted, and who to go to if anything happens to me.” She explained, trailing a neon orange nail down one of the pages. One of the names didn't have any symbol next to it.

Bobby Singer.

Jesse felt the blood rush from his face when he saw that name,remembering Sam and Dean and how they told him they were taking him to Bobby. He must've tensed or shown fear on his face because the book suddenly snapped closed and Kerri was frowning down at him.

Clearing his throat slightly Jesse looked up at her, trying to calm down slightly. Sam and Dean had promised that going to Bobby's would help him. He wanted to trust them, but he wasn't so sure.

“I know that name.”

“How?”

“Two hunters came to my house. They wanted to take me to him.”

“Oh? They thought it would help?”

“Y-yeah”

“Who were they?”

“Sam and Dean Winchester”
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