So here's the second chapter of this story! Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you all like this. . . But first, a recap.
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Recap
Bobby stood and stretched on his way to the kitchen. "I'm gonna go make some calls. Seems like you two idjits might need some help." Yep, he thought to himself. He had the perfect hunters in mind. Bout damn time his surrogate kids met each other anyway, he thought as he pulled up Dean's number.
Dean POV
It's two in the morning, and I had just managed to fall asleep when my phone rings. I groan as I roll over and grab it, the screen lighting up with Bobby's name. We'd just finished a crazy hunt involving werewolves and vampires that made the Twilight saga look boring, and all I want is to sleep. But if Bobby sees fit to call this early, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume it's important.
"Hello," I answer, my voice rough with exhaustion. Bobby's voice filters through the phone, sounding as tired as I feel.
"Hey son, sorry for calling so late."
"Not a problem. What are you calling about?" I ask as I walk to the bathroom and close the door so the phone call won't wake Sam.
"Well, I got some hunters here who could use your help on a job they started in Minnesota. They got pretty banged up and needed an extra set of hands." He replied, and it didn't slip past me that there was affection in his voice as he talked about them.
"What are we talking about here Bobby?" He sighs heavily, and I know I'm not gonna like his answer.
"Coven of witches, they've been killing people in Blue Earth."
I run my hand over my face. Sonnuva bitch! Bobby continues, unaware of my mental outburst.
"If you boys could get see fit to head over here in the morning, I can introduce you. You working on anything else right now?"
"Nah, we just finished up. We can head over in the morning," I sigh.
"Great! See ya then," he says, and I can tell he's about to hang up.
"Bobby!" I say quickly, making him pause. "You sound like these hunters mean something special to you . . . If you don't mind me asking, why are you so concerned about them? This doesn't sound like a super hard job. I know you mentioned that they got torn up, but so do a lot of other hunters." I sit waiting for an answer, not really thinking that I'd get one. Just when I think he's hung up on me, I hear him huff quietly.
"They remind me a lot of you and Sam. Siblings hunting with no parents in the picture anymore. Personalities are similar too."
"So?" I question. "Sorry Bobby, but you know we can take care of ourselves, so chances are these guys can too."
"No you moron! It's different with them. For starters they're sisters not brothers, and while I'm all for women's rights, hunting is a hard life for a couple of girls and you know I'm right. Secondly, they're younger than you boys were when you started hunting without yer daddy."
I stand for a second, just taking that in. Hunting is hard enough as a man and damn near impossible as a woman. Not to mention sisters . . . Well, it was rare to say the least. Coming back to the present I ask, "How old are they?"
"The oldest just turned 20, and the younger is 17." Holy shit that's young!
"And you're letting them hunt?!" I practically shout.
"Oh sure, I tried forcing them to stay, but it's like talking to a brick wall. I have experience in that," he mutters sarcastically. I his pointed remark and massage my forehead in frustration.
"Okay, we'll be there soon."
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Sunlight wakes me up, spilling in through the crappy motel curtains. My eyes flicker over to the clock, and seeing 8:32 flashing slowly, I force my tired mind out of the security of sleep. "Sam," I call, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, voice gravelly from disuse. "Sam!" I call again, grabbing a pillow and smacking him in the face. A muffled string of curse words comes from beneath the pillow as I saunter over to the coffee maker and begin setting it up. Sam sits up, his long fluffy hair bushing out around his head. He tiredly scrubs his eyes and staggers to the coffee pot which is already beginning to fill. I grab a mug and fill it for him so he can't burn himself. He's so frigging uncoordinated when he's tired, I shake my head, handing him the cup and steering him over to a chair in the corner. After a few sips I can see his eyes lose their glazed look as he slowly wakes up and takes in his surroundings.
"So Bobby called last night. He wants us to meet up with a couple hunters at his place, help them finish a job over in Minnesota," I say as I grab another mug for myself. Sam nods taking in the information before responding.
"Have we met them before?"
I shake my head, sipping from my blistering hot coffee. "Nope, but Bobby vouches for 'em, gave me a few basics on them, but not much." When he stares at me expectantly, I continue. "Apparently they're sisters, 17 and 20, they usually work alone, but they got into trouble on a hunt and could use some help." I try to make it sound casual, but Sam nearly spews coffee across the room anyways.
"17 and 20?!" he sputters, trying to catch his breath. "Bobby's letting them hunt alone?" Sam flexes his fingers with anger, and even though I agree with him, I can't let Bobby get blamed for this.
"Oh come on Sam! We started hunting way earlier than that. Besides, they're not really alone, they do have each other."
"That's bullshit Dean. Dad never let us hunt without him, not while I was still a teenager. It was the one thing he did right!" I sigh heavily and take a gulp of coffee.
"Well Bobby said he's tried making them quit, but they wouldn't listen." Sam glares at me and I shrug. "Look Sammy, if they want to be stubborn that's their fault not his. Let's just get over there and help as best we can." He grumbles under his breath, but doesn't say anything else as he grabs his bag and heads for the bathroom. I roll my eyes and start packing my stuff. He won't stay mad at Bobby for long; the only person he's truly capable of holding a grudge against is our dad. Sammy makes a good point though. Our lives have been hell in large part due to how we were raised, but dad at the very least never let us hunt on our own. It makes me curious about these hunters' lives.
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Well that's chapter 2 for ya! Hope you enjoyed. . . Please leave a review and thanks for reading! The next chapter should be up soon-ish, but posting times may vary due to my college schedule. Apologies in advance *humble bow*
