Another job done. Well done if you ask me. The Winchester boys certainly were proving themselves to be great hunters. It was hard to think it's only been about six months since they started this whole thing. Following the coordinates their father had left for them. Sam was taking it the hardest. Losing his girlfriend wasn't exactly how he wanted to start this whole thing. Dean on the other hand was just passing through the commands and getting his job done.
"I still can't get over that," Sam mumbled, rubbing his fingers across his bottom lip as he glared out the window, watching the trees speed by. Dean gave him a look from the corner of his eye.
"Can't get over what?" Dean asked.
"That woman. She didn't give a single care in the world for what she was doing. I mean, how the hell can someone even manage that? She locked a reaper up and forced him to do her bidding in order to make her husband seen as some sort of magical healer," Sam paused and sighed as he shook his head.
"How do you think I felt? Someone died to keep me alive. This whole world hardly seems fair," Dean replied.
Sam watched his brother for a moment before turning and chewing at his lip. He glimpsed in the side mirror to see a 1989 dodge ram cummins trailing a decent distance behind them. It was seemingly white with bits of chipped areas showing the grey metal underneath. It could have been anything but Sam felt on edge watching it. He tried to get a look at driver from the rear view mirror before being interrupted.
"I have to stop and get some gas." Dean pulled into a small gas station in the country side.
It wasn't old but it certainly gave off a mucky feeling. Dean stepped out and began to fill the tank. Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. He removed his eyes from his face and glimpsed over across from them to see the same truck pull over by another gas unit. Sam glared. He saw the door open but the gas unit blocked the driver of the truck. Sam gulped back and quickly stepped out, rushing over to the vehicle.
"Sammy?" Dean called out.
Sam ignored him and continued on. Dean glared in confusion. Sam looked almost angered. Dean quickly took out the hose and screwed the cap back on before rushing over. Sam made his way around the gas unit and went to snap before seeing who it was. A young woman with brownish black hair and bright green/blue eyes stood there with her hair down, perfectly curled over her slender and fit body build. Her skin, tan, perfectly tan. Sam froze, slightly speechless as he looked at her. Dean came around the corner and grabbed his brothers arm.
"Sam what the-" Dean stopped mid sentence as he glimpsed over at the woman. Dean grew the stupid flirtatious smile he usually had on his face when he saw a pretty girl. The woman glared at them, a half smirk on her face.
"I-I'm sorry, I was looking for someone else," Sam said, gulping back. The woman took out the hose and placed it back on the unit. They watched as she screwed on the lid. She got in the front seat and slammed the door. She peeked out the window and grew a smile, holding sunglasses in her hand.
"Oh no, I think I'm exactly who you were looking for," She said before putting on her glasses and speeding out of the gas station. Sam and Dean glared in the direction as they watched the dust rise.
"Well," Dean began with a sigh. "She was hot." Sam looked down then over at his brother. He bit his lip before heading over to the vehicle. Dean watched Sam head over to the car. He gave the road one more look before getting in the driver seat.
Laying down in the motel bed, Sam flipped through his fathers journal, analyzing each page, wondering where to go next. Dean sat on the other bed, peeling an orange. Sam quickly sat up and turned the journal to him.
"What about this one?" Sam asked. Dean leaned over and glimpsed at it.
"You wanna go all the way across the state to hunt a care bear?" Dean asked. Sam gave him a look and glimpsed down at the journal as Dean leaned back down and continued what he was doing.
"Dad stated that it was a were bear," Sam said, reading over the words. Dean let out a chuckle and shook his head.
"Now I've seen a lot of things but a were bear? No way," Dean said, continuing to laugh. Sam shook his head and placed the book beside him on the bed.
"Okay then what do we hunt next?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.
"Dad will let us know," Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes, annoyed with his brother.
Before he could say anything, a sudden knock on the door began to ring through the motel room. Dean and Sam quickly shared a look before Sam slowly rose and inched toward the door. Dean made his way over to his bag and pulled out a gun. Sam turned to him as he held a grip on the handle. They shared a nod before Sam opened the door quickly and getting in a slight stance as Dean held up the gun. Sam glimpsed over to see the woman from the gas station standing there. She gave a bit of a jolt as she saw the gun pointed at her. Sam sighed with relief but Dean kept his gun up.
"I'm guessing you guys don't get a lot of guests at your motel room," The woman joked slightly. Dean and Sam shared a look.
"What do you want?" Sam asked. The woman gave them a confused look and rolled her eyes.
"What? Your father didn't tell you?" she asked. The two brothers remained quiet. The woman sighed. "Your father sent me here to help you guys out. Sort of guide you through this whole hunting thing." Dean lowered his gun and placed it down on the dresser. Sam stepped back from the doorway to let her in. She stepped in and Sam closed the door. She gave the motel a look before leaning against the dresser. The two boys sat down on the beds and looked at one another.
"So, our father sent you? How do we know you are telling the truth?" Dean asked. The woman gave a smile.
"Because he gave me coordinates for your next job. If that doesn't convince you, give him a call," she said. Sam glared at her.
"Do you know what we are supposed to be dealing with?" Sam asked. She nodded.
"It's a mythical creature really only spoken about in urban legend. It's up in the rocky mountains, separating the border of the US and Canada. It's December so I'd dress warm. But I wouldn't want to layer too much, I don't think you want to look to filling to a Yeti," she said, growing a smirk. Sam and Dean shot each other another look then turned back to her.
"A Y-yeti?" Dean asked. She nodded.
"Alright well," Sam paused, not knowing what to say. The woman smiled before heading over to the door.
"I suggest you guys get a good night sleep, we got a busy day tomorrow. Long drive. My motel room is a few doors down. I'll be here first thing in the morning to get you guys up and ready," She said before opening the door. Sam quickly bolted up.
"W-wait! We don't even know your name?" Sam said. she turned and grew a big smile.
"It's Violet," she said. The two glared at her, her smile slightly intoxicating. She gave it a moment before leaving and closing the door.
"Dude, I call dibs," Dean said. Sam quickly shot him a look.
"What makes you think she wants you?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.
"I'm charming," he said. Sam let out a chuckle.
"You? yeah right," Sam said, shaking his head. Dean glared at him, slightly taken back. Sam headed toward his bed.
"Fine, better idea. We see who she wants. If it's me, you stay with me and continue these hunts even after dad stays with us," Dean said, gulping back. Sam quickly glared at him. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should take the deal.
"Fine, but if it's me, when we find dad, you let me go back to school. Leave me to do my thing," Sam said. Dean nodded.
The two shut off the lights and went to bed. In the motel room down from them, Violet glared out her window. As she watched the lights go off she took out her cell phone and began to dial John Winchester's number. She sat there waiting as the dialling continued. It wasn't long before he answered.
"You get everything sorted?" John asked. Violet smiled.
"Uh, yeah I think so," Violet said. She could hear his faint laugh.
"Let me guess, Dean was all goggly eyed over you?" He asked. Violet brushed her hair behind her ear.
"It was sort of coming from both." The two shared a bit of a laugh. A moment of silence fell over them.
"I promised you I'd find your folks Violet. You know I'd do anything for you. Your folks were good people, my best friends. I told them not to play with it. If you find it, you destroy it, understand?" John asked. Violet's eyes were slowly getting ready to burst into tears. She held back.
"Yeah, I know. Thank you John," she said.
"My boys will take care of you. That I can promise. Keep an eye on them," John finalized before hanging up the phone. Violet placed her phone down and began to cry as she rubbed her eyes, attempting to calm the tears down. It was just another job to be done. She made a promise, and she was ready to fulfill it.