Getting Answers (Sam, Dean & Zanna)

"Ah," she said, grinning, after he clarified. She sensed he didn't want to say anymore about it; his mind was already someplace else. She didn't mind. They all once again fell into comfortable silence, downing their alcohol once in a while. Dean, unlike Zanna, wanted to keep some memento of his father. The brunette didn't have much in her inheritance, had the rest of her family been alive, but now she got it all. The land, the house, everything in the house; but, she didn't want any of it. They were just a constant grim reminder. She sighed, swirling the liquid in her beer bottle absentmindedly, until Sam broke the silence.

"As well as someone in my... position, could be." she said softly, shrugging her shoulders. Zanna didn't really know how she felt at the moment. "I feel... empty, but I feel like I have some part of me that's back. Closure, I guess, knowing my family's avenged." She shrugged and put her nearly empty beer bottle down on the hard cement. "It's... pins, and staples, and duct tape with gorilla glue."

OOC: Sounds good. 8) I also think this is a good opportunity for Zanna to learn that there's more to hunting than shapeshifters etc. xD Btw, Im sorry for the shortness! I felt bad for not doing anything for so long so I wanted to put up something. ;-;

Zanna was stopped short by two men who weren't the Winchesters standing in her way, making her clench her fists tightly. Figuratively or literally, the brunette hated when people got in her way. "What?" she demanded, her shoulders stiffening, but she was ignored by an unseen battle of egos between the two groups of men. Her mouth wavered open and shut slightly, wanting to say something but unsure of what exactly. It was a no brainer that these two new people weren't on their side, judging by the way they simply exuded evil accompanied by Dean's glare. Luckily, she didn't have to say much as Dean stepped between them. What he said completely caught her off guard, making her look at him as if he grew another head.

"Wha- Purgatory? That's a thing?" she asked incredulously. This was entirely news to her. Then, what happened next completely threw her off guard. One of their heads just turned into this Jaws/Piranha/Venus Flytrap hybrid. "Jesus Christ!" Zanna screamed, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him back with her as she took a step back. She took the knife she dropped in their previous fight from her jacket and held it in front of her. "Care to explain to me what the hell that is?!"

To stop it from shaking, Zanna's armed hand moved closer to her chest, reassuring herself it was even there. The threats against her life were of a different kind: there was a possibility that she could be eaten alive. She hasn't learned or encountered a supernatural being that would eat her whole. Usually, they left scraps. "Deaaan... Saaam..." she said quietly in a semi-whining, anticipating tone. Despite being completely covered by the two men, she moved even closer to them, completely afraid. "What's going on? Who are they?"

Despite the ready-to-fight position he was in, Zanna was now clutching to Deans arm, lightly tugging at it. "Dean, don't!" Her eyes locked with the Leviathans she didn't quite understand just yet.

"Sam, what the fuck?!" Zanna yelled, whacking the taller Winchesters arm with the back of her hand. At least ask me before you offer me up as dinner!, she thought worriedly to herself. "I do not want to be a meal for those assholes! That's not how I wanna die!" The brunette thread her fingers through her thick hair, feeling the stress of her lifespan shortening down to mere minutes weigh on her shoulders. "I ain't interested in learning about those piranhas-on-steriods, Im interested in living!" she whispered angrily, adding a weak punch to his chest for good measure.

Zanna felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She was planning in living much longer than 10 minutes, and the guys who saved her turned out to be the ones who served her up! Putting her hands on her face, she realized she was beyond pissed, terrified, and confused. However, some of that dwindled down because she found out that Sam had a plan. Albeit, a crappy one, but it was something. They also had T-Minus 5 minutes to come up with it, which did nothing for her nerves. Oh, please God, she thought to herself. Leviathans are proof you exist. Pleaaaaase, help me!

Zanna exhaled and turned back around to them, coming closer. She was actually in listening to the information closely, storing it in her memory bank. She could see Dean thinking really hard and make multiple glances towards his car. Sam's eyes looked really desperate, though. The brunette sighed, casually gathering her hair up at the crown of her head and putting it into a ponytail.

She spoke in a quieter voice. "Okay, Im going to run, and while Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are distracted, you stab or do whatever it takes to kill them... I really hope this is worth it. I mean, I'm going to die anyway, so I expect you two to avenge me." she said, giving a look to Sam and Dean... before she booked in the opposite direction into the forest. "Highschool track practice, don't fail me now."