"Oh, boys." I sang, a grin on my face. Dean turned around from talking to Sam and smiled, holding out his arms for a hug. I wrapped my small arms around his torso, and he caged me into his chest, giving me the chance to smell his great cologne. I pulled back, grabbing my sister's wrist. "This is Ezzi. Er, Ezmerelda Barron." I corrected myself, remembering her fake name was slightly different from her real name.
"Hello, pleasure to meet you. I'm Sam Cole, this is my partner Dean." The taller man smiled, shaking both our hands.
"So, what do we have on our hands?" I asked, surveying the crime scene.
"Men are being lured into the woods, then killed. You know what goes missing? Pituitary glands." Same smiled, proud that he knew what this was.
"Also, claw marks are the killing factor. The police believe it's wolves, but are confused as to why they only eat the pituitary glands." Dean added, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Kitsune." I stated, gazing into the dense woods.
Ezzi nodded, "We taking it down?"
"Tonight. I guess we could always use some extra help." Dean's smirk grew, and I could see a new emotion flash in his eyes. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling something new as well. I wasn't sure what it was, but I would have to wait to find out.
"We'll meet up at 7, here?" I suggested, glancing at my phone to check the time.
Sam nodded, then we dispersed. Ezzi dragged me into the store, and we scanned through the place for something we could wear while hunting, along with some things for costumes. Having this time to ourselves was fun, so we took our dead time picking outfits for each other, and I even grabbed some hair dye and bleach in case we needed to change our appearance a bit. Laughing among ourselves, we went back to the motel, only to find our mother passed out on the bed. We changed into our new hunting gear and sneaked back out, leaving a note for her.
I sat shot-gun and Ezzi drove. "Get out your knife." She demanded, taking the turn into the parking lot. I nodded, turning around and leaning over the seat so I could pull the back seat up, revealing our stash of knives, guns and various other weaponry. I handed her a sharp, jagged knife and before I could grasp one for myself, I felt a hand smack my ass. I gripped the knife and flipped so I could see the pervert, coming face to face with Dean.
"Dick!" I exclaimed, slapping his shoulder.
He laughed, opening my door. I stepped out and shone my flashlight at him, glaring. "Touch me again, and I'll end you." I then smiled brightly and grabbed my back pack, hauling it onto my shoulders. "So, which one of you is getting sacrificed to the kitsune?"
"That would be me." Said Sam, taking a step away from the Impala. He grinned to my sister and they headed into the woods, and I watched as he cleared a small path for her, ensuring her hair didn't get tangled in branches. I sighed and started hiking as well, feeling Dean close behind me. We tracked down the monster, which wasn't hard considering she had been letting out war cries like she'd been starved, which I guess was true. She hadn't eaten any glands since earlier today, and now she was hungry. We took her down and burned the body, being cautious not to take down the surrounding forest.
"Well, that's that." I muttered, dropping my bag in the trunk.
"You two wanna go do something? Drinks?" Dean asked, walking over.
Ezzi made a face and shrugged, "Why not?"