Abigail Rose was staring at the two FBI agents at the table and sighed. 'We all have our parts to play...' she thought sarcastically. The shorter of the two, with sandy hair and amazingly green eyes, bent over to her a bit and said: "So, mrs. Rose..." Abigail held up her hand. "It's ms." The agent's mouth curled into a cute grin. "Allright. Ms. Rose it is. You said to the police that you didn't think Josh McCreedy was attacked by a bear. Why was that?" Abigail looked him into the eyes and relaxed a bit. "Well, agent Young, I saw what got him, and it did not look like any bear." The other agent, taller and with shoulderlength hair, slightly darker than his partner's, piped up. "You saw it? What did it look like, if it wasn't a bear?" Abigail shook her head. "You wouldn't believe me, agent Johnson." The agents looked at eachother, one look, but it spoke volumes to them. They nodded and in unison they said: "Try us." Abigail giggled, causing agent Young to raise his eyebrows and agent Johnson to smile. She turned to agent Johnson. "You have a very radiant smile, agent. It's beautiful!" Agent Johnson actually looked abashed and scratched his neck. His partner chuckled. "Please ms. Rose. I know my partner has stellar looks, but let's concentrate on the case." His partner shot him a perfect bitchface and Abigail could have sworn she heard him mutter: "Jerk." Agent Young looked at him sideways and equally low answered him: "Bitch." Abigail bit her lip, not to giggle again. 'You can't fool me, guys. You are no agents... Wonder if... Hm. I will find out. In the mean time, let's keep on track.' She coughed and answered. "It looked like a hairy human, but with very pointy ears and big claws." The men exchanged another one of those looks. "Really?" agent Johnson asked. "That does sound strange, but we've heard worse. Thank you for your time. We will get on this. If you remember anything else, anything, how weird it may seem, give us a call." He handed her a business card. Abigail looked at it and tucked it in the chest pocket of her blouse. "I will, agents. Thank you for listening." She turned on her heel and walked out of the station.
Dean looked at the behind of ms. Abigail Rose. It was nice and it moved enticingly as she walked off. "Ooh Sammy, she liked you!" he teased his brother. "Come off it, Dean! Let's just go, allright?" Sam gathered his stuff and followed ms. Rose in her footsteps. Dean grinned like a pumpkin and walked out of the station with a spring in his step. "So, mr. Stellar looks... Whaddaya think?" Sam gave him a quick bitchface for good meassure and opened his casefile. "Well, he got clawed up real good, so good that he is still in hospital, but there is no real bear habitat around here. And the statement of ms. Rose made me think wendigo, but they rarely leave their victims alive." Dean nodded in agreement. "Only time we heard of, was that old guy in Blackwater Ridge. And wendigos are notoriously fast, so it would be strange that your sweet ms. Rose saw it." Dean added, with a slight grin. Sam didn't bite and leafed through the folder thoughtfully. "Unless she saw it, but it didn't see her... Let's get to the scene. See what we can see." He opened the door of the Impala and slid inside. Dean shoved his hands down his trouser pockets and grumbled: "Yeah, and if we're really lucky we'll get poison ivy. UGH." He opened the Impala's driversside door and got in too.
Abigail watched the sleek, black car rumble off, before she stepped out of the shady corner she had been standing in. "Well now... Hunters, eh boys?" She smiled. "I'm going to have fun with you!" She almost skipped to her Volvo V40 and drove to her house, only a stones throw away from the attack site. Since she knew the area infinitely better then the hunters, she got home well before they got to the site. She grabbed a few odds and ends, and turned over the top of her sidetable. It revealed a beautiful carving of a pentacle in the middle and two circles, made out of Celtic knots at the top corners. Abigail set two candlesticks on the circles and placed a bowl in the middle. She started mixing herbs in the bowl. A beautiful, silvergrey cat hoped on the table and Abigail stroked its back. "Ah, Moonbeam, we have hunters in the area." Moonbeam looked at her with big, silvery eyes and meowed softly. "Well, I invited them, you know. We have a wendigo in the area, and they will know what to do." Again Moonbeam meowed and Abigail smiled. "Thank you for your trust in me, dear. But I only slowed it down, so we could get young mr. McCreedy out and that took a lot out of me." Moonbeam jumped off the table and transformed into a slender teenaged girl with silvery blonde hair and the same silvery eyes. She handed Abigail a bundle of dried lemonbalm. "You know, Abby, I hope they won't come after you." Abigail cupped her cheek with her hand. "Luna, dear, I have some emergency hexbags. Besides, I'm a good witch, I never harm anyone." Luna cocked an eyebrow at her. "Really? So you didn't hex those boys who were hanging out in the graveyard?" Abigail innocently blinked her eyes. "No I didn't. I only hexed those who ended up desecrating the graves." Luna's eyes widened. "Really? So that's what happened. Stupid dicks." Abigail picked up a purple hexbag and waved it at Luna. "Careful, dear. Familiar or no, if you don't clean up your language, I'll use this." Luna eyed the bag suspiciously. "What does that do?" Abigail smiled again. "It turns anyone you insult, into the thing you called them, within minutes." Luna grinned. "Sweet! So if I'd call Julian a dick, he'd become one?" Abigail's smile dropped. "Yes, but you would also turn your best friend into a monkey, if you just happen to say that to her in a fit, or if she does something stupid, into an idiot." Luna clasped her hand over her mouth. "Holy Mother Earth! That is less sweet... I'll behave." Abigail smiled sweetly. "I know you will."