Kinda left that last chapter hanging!
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"Yeah. Gift from my mother. Last gift from her, actually."
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Last gift from your mother?"
"Yeah. She died three hours later. Werewolf attack. I hunted down and killed the creature that slaughtered her myself, about ten years later." Lydia licked her lips before she added. "I was six years old when she died."
"So you killed your first werewolf at sixteen, hmm?"
"Yep. Did it solo, too. My aunt was watching my little brother, Max, and our dad died when Max was six months old."
"Six months?"
"Yep."
The two stared at each other.
"So, you're a hunter?" Dean finally asked.
"Yeah, though it's not the life my mother wanted for me. I was supposed to go to this big school in Scotland – and I did, for six years. But the second I got out after my sixth year, I dove into hunting. It's in my blood."
"School in Scotland?"
"Big one, in a castle. I loved it there, but my family needed me more. The safety of my family is more important than anything else." Lydia rapped on the bar with a knuckle. The barman returned. "Take this stuff. We won't be needing it."
"You got it, Lydia. Same time tomorrow?"
"Probably, unless I get this job done tonight." She looked at Dean with searching eyes. "You and your brother up for a chase?"
"You know what's been happening here?" Dean asked, surprised.
"Easiest case I've worked in three years," Lydia told him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. "Come on. Let's go kick some demonic ass."
Another cutoff. Yes, I know, I'm working toward pissing off a lot of people. It's not on purpose, I swear!
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xHx