So I Hear You Have A Werewolf Problem
Chapter One
"Sam, come on! It will be fun, and besides, I'm really out of my depth here."
"Charlie, I don't know."
"Please! I mean, Kevin is still working on what the third trial is. You have nothing to do! You can spare a few days to help me out. And I'll even let you leave in a minutes notice if Kevin finds something. Come on, Sam. I need your help."
"Charlie… let me put you on speaker phone," He paused, "Dean get in here- Charlie is on the phone!"
I snarky voice entered the conversation, "Hey Charlie, what's up?"
I took a deep breath, "Ok so, I'm in California and there's been a bunch of really weird murders going on here. And I'm not really sure what's going on. Like, it's a whole new level of strange going on here and that's coming from me. I mean these animal attacks are definitely not animal attacks-"
"Charlie."
"And I mean wolves don't even live in California so at first I thought it was a werewolf but then-"
"Charlie."
"I realized that none of the victims had their hearts missing. And then I realized it goes alot deeper than that. I mean there was a freaking hitlist just a month ago! A freak hitl-"
"Charlie!"
"Yeah?" I said, pausing to catch my breath.
Dean sighed "Why do you need us?" I swear I could hear his crossed arms and raised eyebrow through the receiver.
"Well… I was wondering if you could come here and help me out. You know… what I was telling you earlier was only part of what's happening now. I mean the recent killings are… insane and, well, you guys aren't really doing anything so I thought maybe you could come help me out." I stopped, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Look, Charlie, we're kind of busy. And I'm not really sure Sam's health enough, him dealing with the trials and all-"
"Hey!" Sam shouted, "I'm perfectly fine. You know what, maybe this hunt would be a good idea."
"Oh don't agree to this just to spite me!" Dean said to Sam. I smiled thinking of them giving each other a little brotherly shove and eye roll. "Anyway Charlie," Dean continued, "Why don't you just give Garth a call. If you're out of your league than he can bring in some more experienced hunters to help you out."
"Yeah, but," I stumbled, trying to find a reasonable reason to contradict him. The real truth was I kind of missed them. In a way, hunting was sort of lonely. All that death, no companionship. I could easily see why the Winchesters hunted together. Sam and Dean were my only hunter friends. And I knew they were busy closing the gates of hell and all, but currently they were at a stand still. They had nothing to do and I was lonely and needed help so… why not?
"I just think you guys need to clear your heads." I told them. Again, I heard Dean sigh. Alright, time to step up my game. "The thing happening around here are strange. Like, Bellatrix LeStrange strange." I was losing them. Time to pull out the big guns, "I kind of miss you guys. Okay? I would really like to go on a hunt with you."
Sam sighed. It was obvious the two were having some sort of silent brother battle. I wondered who was on my side. Probably Sam. He seemed to want to prove that he was fine and hunting seemed like his way of doing it.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Dean gave me the only answer I needed. "What city did you say you were in?"
I wide grin spread on my face and I pumped my fist into the air, basking in the silent victory. "Beacon Hills. I'm in Beacon Hills, California."