Still don't own Supernatural
Word Count: 1,213
Genre: Angst
Suggested Song: Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots
Kid is short. Shorter than Sam, but taller than her by a good deal. Roughly six foot something and all with dazzling eyes and cropped golden hair. Susanna frowns at him, observing what looks to be hardly a threat other than (maybe, just maybe) his temper. With a grimace, she steps forward and moves her hand to shake his.
"Susanna, and you are?"
"Uh, this is my brother -" "Adam. My name's Adam. Nice to meet you." He shakes her hand and raised his eyebrow at his awkward brother.
Smiling lightly, she shakes hardily before releasing his hand. "Yeah, you too. Maybe you'll actually give me answers. Sasquatch over here seems immune."
He nods, "What do you wanna know?"
"Adam!" Sam smiles through his bitch face number twelve, "Can I talk to you? Outside."
"Sorry, guess answers will have to wait."
She shrugs and watches to brothers strut outside to have a vivid conversation. A smile plays on her lips as she considers locking the door and continuing back to work on the sweet '67 Chevy. Alas, it falls back off as she recalls its owner. Scratching the back of her head, Susanna leans against the counter and waits for the two men to finish having a super-sized-toddler fight. Bell chimes. Both men, a little wary of the other, plant pleasant smiles on their faces and address Susanna once again. She smiles politely all the while clutching her upper arm to the point of it turning partially white.
Sam does his whole random gesturing thing before speaking, when he does begin, Susanna hears the strain in his voice. "So – uh – Susanna, look, I just need my car back as soon as possible. Is there any way you can hurry up on the repairs?"
Bouncing her head side to side, she makes a face and contemplates. "Mm, possibly, it'll cost you extra."
"How much?"
"The truth." She returns the favor and dishes out her best bitch face. "Look, you know what the hell happened with my family. I currently am working on what you need to get that thing, so you are gonna listen to me and tell me the truth. You told me it was some supernatural creature but you're not telling what kind of creature. Try telling me. You'll find I'm pretty open minded these days." She growls out at the end.
Silence hangs heavy, looming over them as a cobweb. Sure enough, it cracks.
"It was a demon. Black eyes, sinister MO, definitely fits the bill."
"Adam!" Sam curses.
Her heart hardened. Slowly, it stops its beating and the flesh transfigures into stone. Ice floods her veins and Susanna ceases to breathe. So close she can taste it, but even that sense has dulled and lays forgotten in her fading mind. A demon destroyed her family.
But Adam does not stop, he continues to go forward with his talking. As he does speak, he steps closer to Susanna and out of arms-reach of Sam, crossing his arms across his chest. "We're trying to figure out exactly why it's been here, because they usually fit into some sort of pattern, that's why you have different variations of demons – natural disaster demons, elemental demons, etc."
"Adam!" Sam glowers at his brother. "Seriously?" He sighs and runs his fingers through his long hair, giving Susanna a pained smile. "So -yeah, demons. One of them possessed your brother and murdered your family. We're trying to find exactly which one so we can send the bastard back to where it crawled out from."
"Okay, how do you kill it?"
"Well with an Angel blade or the Colt." Adam holds his chin in the palm of his hand.
At the exact same time, Sam spouts, "You're okay with this?"
Susanna glances between the brothers and finally ends up looking straight at Sam's hazel puppy-dog eyes and frowns. "I could lie and say yeah, totally cool with this. But I'm not. I'm the least bit okay with everything that has happened. The only thing I'm okay with, is knowing how to kill this son of a bitch."
The shorter and leaner brother wolf-whistles with a wide grin. "Wow, church girl cusses. Betcha don't do that on Sunday mornings."
Without a second thought, she steps forward and leans in, poking Adam in the chest. Her calloused finger brushing against cotton fabric and surprisingly quite firm chest muscle. Ignoring the apparently decently jacked up Blondie, Susanna growls at him, bearing her teeth at the man. "Just lost my family, my home, and my entire life. Excuse me if I feel like doing a little bit of cursing, you jackass. Angry does not mean you flirt with me. Angry means you get the flippin' hell away from me."
Adam's face settles into a pallor appearance, complete with thinned lips and furrowed heavy brows. He watches her, analyzes her, and she comes away from him, sighs, and her features arrange back to their former partially irritated arraignment.
Neither brother can begin to speak before she starts up again, "It's been a flippin' long day and you haven't exactly made it any easier. So, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna continue to work on the car. You are gonna go back to wherever you crawled out of and research this thing. And when you go to kill it, I want in."
Uneasily, they glance at one another. At first it appears to be an attempt of subtlety, however Susanna frowns. "Okay, fine. What the hell are you not telling me?"
"Susanna," Sam begins, clearing his throat. "We discovered something at the morgue today."
She nods, feeling the bile climb up her throat.
"There is a body missing, other than Jed's. We believe Jonathan is somewhere with that demon."
"What are you saying?" Susanna grits her teeth. "My baby brother is alive?"
"The only body unrecovered was Jonathan's." Adam reiterates. "We're gonna find him, we promise."
Susanna snorts, "Yeah, not without me."
The Sasquatch raises his eyebrows, drawing his lips into a thin pink line. "Yeah, sorry. You have no training and we can't afford to take you with us, you'll only be a liability."
Her arms shoot down to her sides, fists and jaw clench tightly and her knuckles turn white. Her face reddens and her coffee-stained teeth bare at them.
"Guess what Sasquatch, Chachi, I'm coming. This is my baby brother. I swore to protect him," She yells, "and I will do that! I screwed up last time but I will do everything in my power to find him and protect him."
"Sam…" Adam murmurs, watching his older brother's pale face and shaking fists. "Don't."
"You know what, Susanna." Sam's voice harkens back the memory of freezing winters and winds that cut to the marrow, back to when he spoke on the Impala and his brother. Susanna steps back slightly with her eyes widening with every word. "Fine," His jaw twitches and his nostrils flare, "You believe you can survive long enough to find your little brother? Fine, come along with, but this is on you. It's not my fault you have a death wish."
Snarling back at him, Susanna gains some pluck back, "Good, the car will be done by this weekend. After that, we'll go bring my little brother home."
R&R
Sorry for the shorter chapter. Things have been insane. First, I'm moving, and then I'm not. Then I am moving again, and whoops, now I'm not but people are trying to convince me to move. Finally able to start looking for schools and apartments in the area. Etc. Etc. Etc. You guys don't care too much, but I felt you deserved to at least know that life's been so crazy that I haven't been able to do as much writing as I've been wanting too :( Hopefully a longer chapter next time around.