A/N: 12/3/2017: Decided to change how I was doing chapters. They were done basically like scenes, but now I've mashed it together so now its like an "episode."
Asteriks (***) indiacte a new scene. Did a little editing on the way, but absolutely nothing major. Spelling and grammatical only.
Obvs, I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. Amelia/Amy is my creation.
When Sam and Dean reached town, it was too late to start investigating. They checked into the run down motel with cash, of course. Sam was exhausted and fell straight to sleep. Dean lay awake and just could not make sleep happen, so he went out. There was a bar just down the road he could walk to.
The hole in the wall bar was filled with mostly middle-aged men and women drinking away their unhappy lives, couldn't expect much more on a weekday. Dean ordered a whiskey and hunkered down listening to the lousy picks on the juke box. There was an older couple next to the juke box filling it up with lame songs they could grind to. As he surveyed the bar, he saw a beautiful blonde sitting on the other end of the long bar. She was drinking something dark and had a scowl on; looking at the couple while also on her phone. Dean decided to take his chance and started sauntering over.
As he got closer, he noticed her legs dangling from the stool, not even touching the bar on the stool she had to of used as a step to hoist herself up. She was wearing jeans, a graphic tee he couldn't see clearly under a Batman hoodie that was zipped up, and converse shoes. He smirked as he noticed the hoodie was one of those that she could wear the Batman mask if she wanted. She was finishing her drink as he walked up.
"Going to have another?" Dean asked her, laying some money on the bar.
She looked up a little startled having been staring at her phone and looked over to her drink, "I sure the hell am." She beamed a huge smile at him and Dean noticed how her smile lit up her whole face and made her blue eyes twinkle.
Dean got the attention of the bartender and she ordered a Jack and Coke. "And don't water that shit down!" she told him. "I'm from Wisconsin, I can out drink any dude here."
Dean couldn't help but smile and hid it behind taking another sip.
The blonde went back on her phone and Dean commented, "can I get a conversation?"
She looked up, "Sorry, you caught me while I was hatching my devious plan." She showed him her phone. On her phone was an app that connected to the juke box and she had a huge selection of music and there was an option to pay extra for "Play First." He looked at her devious smile and her eyes were positively glowing with mischief.
"They've been pumping money into that thing for over an hour now. They were over here and he told her this is the last trip they were making, he couldn't keep paying for music AND drinks. This music is getting old and I'm tired of watching her grind on him. So I've chosen all music that grinding isn't really an option."
Dean took a real look at her list. And while he approved of many of the songs, she was quite right. They were not the kind of songs you wanted on the dance floor. This bar didn't have a dance floor anyway, Dean smiled. "That is a genius idea there."
She pressed the confirm button on her phone just as one of the older couple's selections was ending and on came Metallica. The look on the older redhead's face had the two cracking up. The couple complained to the bartender, but the man told them everyone else in the bar seemed to enjoy the selection and whoever selected paid for it fair and square. Dean and the woman kept chuckling and clutched at each other while they attempted to not draw the couple's attention.
"Names Amelia," the blonde said still laughing, "but everyone calls me Amy."
"Dean," he answered taking her hand.
Amy noted the look in Dean's eyes as he took another drink and knew she found something else to do for the night.
They spent a good amount of the time laughing and drinking until Amy invited Dean to her room, which happened to be the same motel he was in and only two doors down from the room Sam was sleeping in.
Once the door was locked behind her, they wasted no time in pleasantries. It became all hands and mouths as they quickly undressed. Amy pushed Dean on the bed and began kissing down his chest and his muscular stomach to his hard member. Dean leaned back and moaned as she began her work. She knew what she was doing; she brought him to the edge and pulled back enough so her night didn't end early. Sucking off the little pre-cum that had emerged, she looked up and told him, "my turn." He didn't even speak, just grabbed her up onto the bed. He hungrily took in one breast while kneading at the other. Amy moaned her pleasure as his hand moved from her breast to her clit. He rubbed so perfectly her hips moved to the rhythm he was creating. He moved his hand so two fingers hooked in and his thumb continued circling her clit. He began pumping and Amy could feel the orgasm building. She grabbed a pillow and screamed her pleasure into it.
Dean continued to enter into her with his large cock. She quickly positioned her legs over his shoulders to get the angle she loved. His length pounding in with all his strength caused her to quickly reach climax again. She brought her legs down in order to reach around Dean and move in rhythm with him. As her orgasm waved over her she bit down on his shoulder and pulled on his hair. Her orgasm pulsing around him caused him to cum as well. He buried into her hair that smelled of coconut and groaned out as he finished.
A few minutes after they regained their senses, Amy began getting dressed in pajama pants and tank top, "Believe me when I tell you, Dean, I don't cuddle. You got somewhere else you can go?"
Dean got dressed, "just like that, you're done? I feel so used." Amy just stared at him. "My room is just two doors down, actually." Dean smirked and had a confused look. He was used to women trying to get a little more from him.
"It's been fun dude. Maybe we'll see each other around.
Sam and Dean were dressed in their suits, knowing they would be going to the morgue after breakfast and would need to look the part. As they left their room, they noticed Claire Novak leaning against the station wagon that was parked next to the Impala.
"I freaking knew it was you two!"
"Woah, what are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"Same thing you are Dean, three families of five missing and one found dead. Sounded like our kind of thing.
"Jody knows you're here?" Sam asked.
"Oh my God," Claire rolled her eyes."Yes Sam, Jodi knows. I'm not alone either."
"Ok, miscreant," Dean knew that voice, "let's get this show on the road." Amy was dressed in a very smart pant suit that hugged her curves and Dean unconsciously licked his lips. Amy walked to the driver's side of the station wagon, "Breakfast first. If I don't get some coffee, I might lose my mind!"
"Maybe don't stay out all night," Claire said.
"Except I wasn't OUT all night," Amy chuckled as she shot Dean a look. Claire noticed the look.
"GROSS! Tell me you did not have sex with Dean Winchester!"
"Didn't know he was Winchester last night, but: Ok, I did not have sex with Dean," Amy began laughing as she got in the car,"Of course, I'm lying," she said low only to shout, "Get in loser, food. You two wanna come too?"
"Totally," Dean answered as he got into the back seat.
Sam shrugged and followed suit while Claire rolled her eyes and got into the front seat.
The entire ride to the restaurant, Amy sang off-key, loudly. After being sat at the diner, the group started talking.
They each ordered their food and Sam started the questions, "So you two hunt together?"
"Sometimes," both girls answered.
"Do you often not share rooms?" Dean asked.
"So gross," Claire commented. Amy roared with laughter. "We stopped sharing rooms when we discovered Amy wakes up ready to fight a bitch."
Both guys looked over to Amy as she received her coffee and began sweetening it up. "I like sugar, leave me alone."
"I'm more curious about the waking up ready to fight a bitch," Sam remarked.
"Oh yeah, well…" Amy shrugged. "I was having a bad dream and I punched her."
"No," Claire interjected, "she was having a night terror, and nearly choked the life out of me."
"PTSD," Amy said and sipped her coffee. "It's a bitch." Dean nodded with an understanding look. He was quite the angry sleeper himself. It also made him realize why she had kicked him out as he drank his black coffee.
The food arrived and they all hushed while the food was passed around. Dean received a meat lover's breakfast burrito platter, Sam got a heart healthy omelet, Claire with a strawberry crepe, and Amy had a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes. Amy and Dean wasted no time in beginning to devour their food.
"How'd you meet?" Sam asked before taking a bite.
"Ooee shaae mah ash," Amy mumbled through a mouthful of pancake. She swallowed, "I didn't do the investigating I should have and ended up in way over my head. Lucky me, Jody and Claire were on it."
"Jodi called me in as she watched this numbskull enter the nest of nearly 20 vamps."
"I'm never gonna live this down," Amy began. "I had some bad intel, I didn't realize the nest had started converting and not just eating. I admit, I shouldn't have rushed it."
"ShoOoee n Air shaed you?" Dean said after taking a giant bite of burrito.
"Would you two chew and swallow BEFORE talking?" Claire asked. Sam chuckled and both foodies looked at her with stuffed faces and wide eyes.
Amy took a big gulp swallow, "yeah, my ass was almost toast when Jody came rushing in and blew the head off the guy on me with a shot gun. Claire came in after her with that amazing machete and the three of us were able to finish the job. Afterwards, Jody told me she learned that day what the nest was doing and she was actually about to call you two when she saw me at the last crime scene. She tailed me and was distracted from calling in back up. Instead of letting me die, though, she saved my ass."
"You're welcome," Claire smiled. Amy grabbed Claire by the neck and gave her a noogie. "Cut it out."
"Anyway I was at the last crime scene, so I have to still be the investigating agent today. Claire doesn't pull off 'authority' well. If you guys still wanna work this case, one of you can come to the morgue with me and the other can go with Claire. She was going to check out the houses of the missing families."
"I'll go to the morgue," Dean volunteered. Sam gave Dean an entertained look and Claire scoffed.
Amy threw down some cash, "let's get going then."
After switching up cars, Amy and Dean arrived at the morgue with Dean driving the Impala. "How do you get people to believe the FBI lets you drive this thing on the job?"
Dean shrugged, "People believe what makes them comfortable."
Amy nodded as she got out of the car. He was right; most people will do anything to not see the scary truth. And Dean was part of the scary truth. Sure, he fought the things that go bump in the night, he wasn't scary per se. But once you know there are people that fight the frightening things out there, you know that world exists. Better to ignore the signs pointing to the truth and live in ignorant bliss. Amy was just one of the few crazy people that stared the monsters in the face and didn't run away.
Walking up to the doors of the morgue, there was a brunette woman at a small desk typing on the computer and listening to classical music. Her hair was held up tightly in a bun in the exact style Amy was wearing her hair. Only difference was that Amy had bangs that swooped to the side and rested just above her left eye while this woman clearly chose no bangs. As they walked up the woman turned to look at the two agents, her brown eyes looking tired and her face etched with apprehension and sleepiness. "You must be Agent Ross," she stood and held out a hand to Amy, "Please call me Lauren. Sheriff Sanders told me you would stop by today. And you are?" She asked holding her hand out to Dean.
"Agent Hetfield," Dean answered. Amy noticed the name belonged to James Hetfield and laughed on the inside.
On the outside she nodded, "given the amount of people missing, the agency sent someone my way. Apparently I can't handle it on my own."
Lauren nodded and began putting the paperwork she just printed into folders that she placed in two boxes, "I wish I weren't the only coroner in this town right now. Steve is on his honeymoon. This type of stuff just doesn't happen here. Didn't think we'd need someone else. I've only completed three of the exams."
Amy and Dean nodded and Dean spoke, "Have you discovered anything that may be of use?"
Lauren uncovered one of the mangled bodies and said, "This one has signs of severe abuse. Bones broken, muscles and tendons torn, I have yet to find any skin." Dean looked at the body with disgust, but not surprise. Amy filled him in on the blood soaked disaster that was the last crime scene. "With the dentals I do know this is Karen, the teenage daughter. Hard to say exactly, but I would say she put up a fight. The finger bones look as if they broke while in a fist," she put up some x-rays on the screen."
Amy was looking very closely to the body without getting close enough to touch, "Are those bite marks?"
Lauren nodded, "that's what I thought. I've taken some samples to send out. I don't know what kind of bite marks, but they look human. I just…what kind of human could do this?"
Dean and Amy both frowned looking at Lauren. Amy just shook her head and looked at Dean. His broad shoulders shrugged as he looked into Amy's eyes, "Humans can be just as bad as monsters sometimes."
Amy shook her head and looked back at the body, "While I'm sure it won't be fun for you, but looking at these bodies like this is not going to help me. Can we listen to your tapes and read your notes?" Lauren was covering the body back up and pushing it into the body fridge.
"That's what I was doing before you came in. I've got copies of everything for you and the Sheriff. It is what made things a little slower, but I want to help you guys find whoever, whatever did this and make it stop. You don't think the missing families look like this too, do you?"
"Unfortunately it is entirely possible," Amy answered as she turned away.
"It's the horrors of the job," Dean rumbled behind her.
Lauren frowned and headed out with the two, "Both are identical," she said pointing to two boxes. "One for you, one for the Sheriff, he'll be by to pick things up when I call him."
"Thank you so much," Amy spoke walking to the box. "One of us will be by to pick up the rest, but we need to get started."
Dean used his long legs to make it to the box first, "I've got it Agent Ross." He gave Amy a smile and began to head towards the elevator.
Lauren walked next to Amy hanging behind a little, "Even in all this horror, he's checking you out and flirting with you," she whispered. Lauren looked at Dean's backside with a little lust and looked back at Amy. "He so tall and handsome, you should totally go for it."
Amy whispered back, "Oh, I totally would but," she made a gesture with her hand to indicate small.
"No!" Lauren said as they caught up to Dean.
"I know, it was disappointing to discover, but life is not fair." The elevator door opened and the two agents stepped inside. Lauren nodded and waived at them as she walked back towards the doors to finish the terrible job up ahead.
Dean and Amy were alone in the elevator, "What was she whispering?"
Amy laughed heavily and tears began welling up.
"What?"
"She told me to go for it with you."
"How is that funny? You did go for it."
Amy's face sobered a little bit, "I didn't tell her that!" She started laughing even harder than before clutching her sides, "I told her I wouldn't cuz your dick is small!"
Dean looked at her with complete shock, "Why?" The doors to the elevator opened.
Amy quickly wiped the tears, stopped laughing and composed herself so anyone watching them would think they were just two agents having just seen another horror. They didn't talk again until driving in the Impala.
"I don't have a small dick," Dean whimpered.
"Duh," Amy rolled her eyes. "But it was funny."
Dean turned his music up a little louder but not enough that it would drown Amy out. Amy looked at her phone and read the texts from Claire. All missing families and the dead one weren't just families of five. They all had a mother, a father, a teenage daughter, a preteen son, and a toddler-6 year old child. Amy's stomach dropped as she thought about all those people dying in the same horrific manner. The frown on her lips and furrowed brows kept Dean silent.
"I think we are looking at more than one. Whatever it is doing this, I don't think it's alone. It's too many people in too short of time to just be one," Amy stated.
Dean nodded as they pulled up to the motel. The thought had crossed his mind at the morgue.
The four hunters spent their day in the motel room scouring over the notes and searching for any new leads. Around 2 o' clock Amy received the call from Lauren that the rest of the notes were ready. Dean and Claire volunteered to leave to retrieve the notes and lunch. It was clear they both wanted out of the research zone. After pondering a moment, Amy said that was fine, but reminded them only Dean goes in to pick up the notes from Lauren. Teasing that Dean should get her number and prove his dick wasn't small.
On the ride back from picking up food, Claire brought up the uncomfortable situation on her mind, "You aren't trying to date her, are you?" Dean looked over at her super confused, "Amy!"
"Oh, no. No, Claire, we honestly had no idea. I would have definitely backed off if I knew she was hunting with you and Jody. Jody might kill me when she finds out." He did not add that since the damage was already done, he wouldn't mind going at it again. He knew Claire too well to even joke.
"No, she won't. She knows how Amy is," Claire sighed. "She doesn't date. Dean, she doesn't even do seconds."
Dean nodded. He definitely got that vibe from Amy. He assumed it was because of Claire, but Claire was informing her that is not the only reason she seemed so uninterested. The thought disappointed him and he furrowed his brows, not understanding why that disappointed him so much. He knew on one level that he certainly couldn't pursue more for such obvious reasons. He had hoped for at least one more night. Maybe a night they could take a little time to thoroughly enjoy themselves. Their one night was amazing but very short.
Entering back into the room, Amy was on the phone. Worry etched all over her face as she was writing in her notebook. Sam explained that there were more people missing than the families and all of the extra missing knew the families in one way or another. One was a babysitter, one was friend of the teenager, and two were from a mommy and me group. He said Amy immediately got on the phone with a hunter named Billy, asking him about an old case. Claire told the boys, Billy was a hunter Amy referred to and talked to often, but he was never introduced to Jody or the girls. Sam and Dean looked at each other with the same question in their eyes, "who was this Billy she was not bringing around anyone?"
Amy got off the phone, grabbed her bag of food and began eating her burger angrily, pushing food to one side of her cheeks, "I think it's a family of crazy ass shapeshifters."
Claire sat and opened her bag, "what do you mean?"
"Billy hunted a family of shapeshifters that took the place of the families they ATE," Claire stopped mid-bite. "He gave me the details he could remember without pulling out any notes. They got away and he never picked them up again. I told him about the scenes here and he said it sounds the same. Only back then, it was families of 4. Now its families of 5 with one of those kids being younger, which would make sense for how long ago he hunted them. They had another child."
Dean was eating his food as well when he said, "So we have to find out which family they are posing as right now." Claire and Sam both looked as if they lost their appetite.
"Is this Billy going to come to finish his hunt?" Sam pushed, hoping for some information on who this Billy was.
Amy shook her head, "Billy doesn't hunt anymore. He helps me with information sometimes, but he does not get into the thick of things. His family is much safer where he is now." She looked up at Claire, "Eat. I know the idea of eating humans is in your head right now, but that burger is cow. You need to eat." Her voice was concerned and it caused Claire and Sam to obey.
Sam and Dean shared another look and seemed to be speaking each other using just their eyes. Amy scowled at them. They didn't trust her intel, they didn't trust Billy. Most hunters don't trust some mystery person on the phone, but she couldn't tell them the truth about Billy. She could never tell anyone the truth about Billy, it would get him killed. She would never let that happen to him. He was a good man, a family man, and he did not deserve self-righteous hunters coming after him for what he was.
Sam picked up his laptop before continuing, "Where should we start? Finding out which family they are, can't imagine this will be easy."
"I think Dean and I should question the families of those that are missing. In Billy's case, those extra people that went missing saw something they shouldn't have. I want to know where they were headed. See if these families are connected in any way?"
"Sounds like a good idea. And you'll be able to get me alone again," Dean smirked and winked at Amy. Claire and Sam rolled their eyes.
"All my hopes and dreams have come true," Amy's voice dripped with sarcasm as she stood and grabbed her jacket.
Dean and Amy started with the babysitter's family. She was the first to go missing, before any families. The babysitter's parents did not have any useful information for the hunters to use, but Dean was able to speak to her little brother who sat on the swing set in the back yard, and got information the police were not able to receive. Adults ignore children too much, but Dean knows a child that has seen something he shouldn't have seen. Dean was once a child that saw such horrors.
Little Derek had snuck into Missy's car when she went to babysit that night she went missing. He was friends with the preteen son and wanted to go too. Missy refused to allow it because she didn't want to watch her bratty little brother and the 3 year old. He was trying to sneak into the house when he heard Missy scream. He looked through basement window he was near and saw her body lying on the basement floor. It was at this point Derek did not want to continue. Dean urged him, told him that whatever he saw, it was ok to tell him; told him that he and Amy were there to believe him. Amy had nodded and gave Derek sad eyes, knowing he kept this a secret worried her. She knew no child should live with this type of secret. Hell, no adult should have to live with this type of secret.
Derek had seen his sister get eaten by his friend's family. His friend and the sister were taking bites out of Missy while the parents had cut skin off her and fed it to the youngest. He told them he had seen their eyes glow in the large light that was in the basement. Derek hadn't made a sound that night. He ran as fast as he could all the way back home. He ran into his room and under the covers. Missy told him the monsters can't get you under the covers.
Dean and Amy gave each other very serious stares. They knew this child should not keep this sight to himself; that this secret was one that could destroy a part of him, but they couldn't let him talk yet. They needed to be sure that the shifters would not come for him.
Amy spoke next, "Derek, there is going to be a day that I am going to come to you and tell you it is safe to tell this secret to your parents." He looked at her, disbelieving. "Today isn't that day. I will tell you only when I know the monsters are gone. Dean and I are going to make sure you are safe by making the monsters go away. I promise."
Derek had looked at her, wide-eyed, scared, and unbelieving. He looked at Dean and was met with a very serious nod. He nodded, "But you have to promise not to say anything until Amy tells you it is ok. We will only tell you once it is safe and the monsters are gone."
"I promise," Derek stated.
In the Impala, Amy texted Claire what the kid saw and asked if her and Sam found anything. Claire texted back that the family missing and the most recently found dead family were in the same mommy and me group and they were looking at the rest of the families enrolled. With luck, the family they were posing as happened to be in that group as well.
Dean and Amy drove in silence for a bit. Both thinking about the terrors each family must have gone through. Suddenly, Amy's phone began playing 'Hungry Like the Wolf' and startled them both out of their thoughts. "Billy, what's up?"
Dean gripped the wheel a bit; he did not like the idea of some mystery hunter helping this case. It was already weird enough for him and Sam to be working with two hunters. They had only truly stayed on the case in a teamwork fashion for Claire. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"Are you sure?" he heard Amy speaking. "We're in a lot of trouble if they do that again, Billy." She quieted and Billy finished.
"We need to check on that coroner, now!" she told Dean as she began dialing her phone. The phone went to voicemail, "Faster Dean."
Dean did not hesitate to use his lead foot, "What did Billy say?"
"He checked back into the town from 7 years ago." Amy continued to fill Dean in on how the killings and disappearances had stopped. Billy had been in town for over two weeks before finally calling it quits due to lack of activity. He figured that the family must have moved on to a new place and he hadn't seen the same killings in years, nor the same disappearances. "Dean; the lead detective on the case years ago is missing, the three coroners died in a fire, and the sheriff was found dead, partially eaten. The sheriff seemed to have been dead before Billy left town. Except Billy spoke to him the day he left town. All the evidence on his case got destroyed, even deleted from the system. The shifters knew they had a hunter on their tail and they took care of it. If they even THINK were in town!"
Dean screeched to a stop at the entrance while on his phone. Even though Amy was out of the car first, Dean made it to the door before her with his much longer legs, "Sammy, check on the sheriff and his family," he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes got wide and he looked at Amy, "Shit. Amy and I are checking on the coroner to make sure she's still alive. Take Claire and check on the sheriff, we'll be there shortly. Don't do anything until we get there." Dean walked very quickly to the elevator with Amy running behind him to keep up.
Once the doors to the elevator were closed, "What did Sam say? What is going on?"
"There was one more family in that mommy and me group that was a family of five. They don't fully fit the M.O." Amy looked at him waiting for him to finish, even though she knew the story, he looked her dead in the eyes. "The sheriff has a wife and three sons."
"Shit," she responded as the doors opened.
Stepping out of the elevator, they saw Lauren alive and well, talking to Sheriff Sanders.
Amy's demeanor was impressive. She walked over to them with a sense of purpose and urgency, "Sheriff Sanders, thank goodness you're here!" The sheriff looked at her, clearly disgruntled. "I received word from a colleague; he worked a case very similar to this one seven years ago. The perpetrators were never found. We believe they are here."
The sheriff's eyes first grew wide then squinted as Amy was making her way to Lauren, looking her in the eyes, "The coroners that worked with our colleague died in a fire, we believe it was not an accident."
"Oh my god," Lauren started, "am I in danger?"
"We're afraid you might be," Dean said.
"I will take her to the station," the sheriff started toward Lauren.
"No, sheriff," Dean began, "I think you should come with us to check on your family." The shifter turned to look at Dean's tall frame, anger clear in his eyes.
Amy looked between the two, "Yes. Lauren, you should go home. The coroners died in a fire at the morgue, we believe the suspects were destroying as much evidence as possible. They did not care if people were hurt in their attempts," she looked at the sheriff, "but the sheriff was found dead, we're worried about you and your family."
Lauren nodded gathering her things and running towards the elevator when the sheriff pulled out his gun and shouted, "Stop where you are, Lauren."
Amy was standing next to the sheriff and had a silver knife to his back while Dean pointed his own gun at him and with authority, "Let the girl go, NOW!"
Lauren looked on the scene with fear and confusion. She had known Sheriff Sanders all her life, went to school with his wife. Why was he pointing a gun at her? "John, what is-"
Sheriff Sanders lowered his gun and saying, "Go Lauren, I'll find you later."
Amy restrained herself from stabbing him after that threat to Lauren. Dean's fury was written all over his face. Once Lauren was safe behind the doors of the elevator Amy spoke with her knife still on the sheriff as she grabbed the gun away, "you're hot when you're angry."
Dean's face softened a little as he fought a smirk and the sheriff growled, "Are you seriously flirting right now, hunter?"
Amy shrugged and looked at Dean, "What's the plan here? Lauren saw us in a stand-off."
The shifter laughed. "What are you laughing at, bucko? We're the ones with eyes on your family," Dean stated with his gun still raised in one hand and his phone in the other. The sheriff quieted as the phone rang. "Dean," Sam's voice came from the other end, "we're at the sheriff's house, but Sanders isn't here."
"I know," Dean's voice spoke gravely, "he is in front of us right now, and we were right."
"What do you need?"
"Stay on the family, Sam. We are on our way," and he hung up.
"Sam and Dean Winchester?" the shifter asked."The great Winchesters needing such a small girl to help them."
Amy spoke as she dug the knife in just a little, "You leave this building with me. Dean will pick us up away from prying eyes."
Amy and the shifter rode in the backseat with Amy training a gun on him the whole way to the sheriff's home where Sam and Claire were keeping watch. The sky was getting dark as Dean pulled up behind the station wagon. Claire was waiting with a gun in hand.
"Run and she shoots," Dean put matter-of-factly. "And she was trained by an even better shot than me."
Amy kept her guard up as the shifter got out one door, refusing to move towards her door until he was completely out with the door shut, having already learned her lesson in carelessness for cases like this. She climbed out, keeping her gun in her hand; no one was under any illusions what was going to happen. The hunters just hoped to keep the fight out of the public eye as much as possible.
"So now you just want me to walk nice and lead three hunters to my family?" They all looked at the shifter.
"Please remember the voice you heard earlier and look at the hunter that was waiting for us," Dean stated. Amy gave a half-smirk as it dawned on the shifter that there are at least four hunters after his family.
"Agent Brown is here, isn't he?" fear evident on his face.
None of them answered and Amy spoke, "Just move." Dean led the way to the front door and allowed the shifter to unlock and open it. Once inside, the shifter ran screaming for his family to get out and find safety. Sam emerged from the back and stabbed the man with a silver blade to the heart. One down, four to go.
"They are all in the basement," Sam stated as the basement door opened and the rest of the family emerged, weapons in hand a barreling towards the hunters. One on one, each hunter had a fight to handle. These close quarters, they did not want to set off guns, so they were reduced to the knives they each had. The youngest had gone for Claire, successfully slashing her leg. Claire picked up the child and slammed it down to the ground, bringing the knife down and killing successfully.
The mother had gone for Amy, and she was pinned against the front door, being strangled. Claire came rushing over, jumping on her back and pulling on her hair. The action caused the shifter to let go of Amy and step backwards. Claire was slammed against the railing as the shifter dropped the bat in her hands. Amy grabbed the shifter's bat and swung, colliding with the woman's head. Her head cracked with the collision and Amy swung again, breaking her head open. Claire came over and finished the job by stabbing through her back, clearly hitting the heart.
At the same time, the teenage son had gone for Sam. Sam had attempted to use the knife again, but the shifter knocked it out of his hand. He had Sam pinned to the ground when Claire came over and hit the shifter over the head with a lamp, causing him to roll off Sam. She took her gun and attempted to aim, but the shifter was up and grabbing at her arms. Sam was back up though with the dropped axe of the shifter and chopped off his head.
Dean was wrestling with the preteen shifter. The boy had come after him with a fishing pole and had successfully knocked the wind out of Dean by running straight into his stomach with the pole, which caused Dean's weapon to be dropped. Amy came over and snatched the kid by his feet, pulling him off Dean while Sam ran over with the axe and hit the kid's head while Claire jumped on him and stabbed with the silver blade. Both hunters continued their attack, Sam using the axe and Claire continuously stabbing until it was clear the shifter was dead.
Amy looked around the house, "Well, shit. This will be fun to clean up."
It was a two days after the showdown. The hunter's had found survivors in that basement, including the sheriff. They figured that the shifter had kept him alive to keep the connection to his memories, but one could never be certain. The sheriff aided them in cleaning everything and covering their tracks. He agreed that the world didn't need to know that the monsters really do exist. Amy and Dean had gone together to tell Derek it was ok to tell the sheriff what he had seen. The sheriff would believe him and help him.
The hunters agreed to have their last breakfast together the next morning. Dean, again, could not get to sleep. Sam had been pretending to sleep, but didn't stop Dean from leaving the room. He knew that Dean would wake him if he needed his company. Dean was going to make a beeline for the bar again, but instead stood outside Amy's door. He was about to knock when he heard her talking.
"The sheriff helped us clean it up and is going to make sure we get out of town with no trace. I wish you could have been here to finish this up." She was silent for a moment. "You're right, I will. Thanks for everything. Again." Dean could picture her body language and face as he heard her words.
Suddenly her door flew open and she ran right into Dean as she was looking down at her phone ending her call to Billy. The force of walking into him made her stumble, but his hands caught her by the arms. She thought back to their night together and swallowed hard, "Shit, Dean."
"Didn't mean to startle you," Dean's voice rumbled. "I was just going to drink, wanted to know if you would join."
Amy looked up into his green eyes and noticed the freckles splayed across his face. She nodded, "I was going to get ice. I have bottle in the room. I hate being around so many people after a grueling case." Dean looked down and Amy added, "You can certainly join me here."
Dean looked back up, almost nervously, "I'd like that."
They spent the night drinking, swapping hunting stories, and comparing battle scars. Amy looked at his anti-possession tattoo and cocked her head, "I should get one of these. Surprised I didn't notice the night we met."
"We were a little preoccupied," Dean's voice was low and lustful.
Amy giggled. Dean loved the sound of her giggles and laughter. While this isn't what he had in mind for another night together, he wasn't actually disappointed. "Think we'll ever run into each other again?"
Amy smiled as she grabbed his phone off the table it was sitting on, "I'm counting on it." She entered three numbers in her phone.
The first was labeled simply Amy, the second labeled Agent Ross, and the third labeled Amy Emergency.
"One is my everyday phone, feel free to call and text. The second is the number I give to civilians that saw things or helped, in case they ever need me again. The third is if you need help on a hunt and I'm not answering my regular phone."
Dean grabbed her phone and returned the favor, "Call anytime, babe."
Amy stared intensely at him for a moment and quickly looked down as her raised his eyes to look at her. She didn't trust the feelings stirring in her. She had never felt like any man was worth more than some quick fun. She found herself actually caring what happened to him and hoping that he would call if he ever needed help.
He moved closer to her, taking a finger under her chin and forcing her to look up, "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Before Jody, I was alone. I didn't have family." Dean gave an understanding look, "Now I have a surrogate mom, two sisters, and I want you and Sam as well. I mean it, use my number."
Dean didn't say anything, just pulled her into a hug. They fell asleep on the couch with Dean holding on to her and didn't wake until there was banging on the door and Claire was yelling asking if Amy was coming out.
Amy shouted out that she over slept and would be right out. "Son of a bitch," she whispered.
"What?" Dean asked.
"If Claire sees you leave my room, she's going to think we had sex again and I cannot drive her all the way back to Jody's with that attitude."
"Bathroom got a window?"
"You'll sneak out of my room for me."
Dean walked over to her and bent to whisper in her ear in a sultry, deep voice, "I'll sneak anywhere for you."
Amy's insides shivered and she felt herself get wet. No man should be able to cause that reaction in her. He turned to the bathroom and started to go.
Neither was certain when they would be alone again. Neither would admit to the other they longed for so much more.