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deal. NO INFRINGEMENT INTENDED. Trace POV
"Wow, sorry did I catch you in a ba-" Jenn stopped mid sentence and walked toward me opening the door all the way. "Holy crap. Trace are you alright?" she took a seat next to me and started to rub small circles on my back soothing me. I nodded my head a little as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I brought my hands to my face and just tucked my head in them. I took a few deep breaths before standing. I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the tap looking at myself in the mirror. My shag had grown quite a bit and my blue eyes were a bit darker with tiny pupils in the centre. I tucked my hands under the tap and brought the cold water upon my face. I could feel Jenn standing in the doorway looking at me with a concerned look in her eyes. The coldness of the water woke me some what and I looked back up at my reflection and watched the droplets fall like tears. "If it helps, I packed your stuff for you. We're going on a hunt. You think you're ready?" I shot my head up and looked at her.
"Are you serious?" She nodded and I just wiped my face dry with a towel, turned and faced her. "They found a hunt already?" another nod.
"Not sure what it is. All I was told to do was pack, so I'm stoked! That means no school tomorrow!" She had the biggest smile on her face and I just shook my head. She then eyed me with that concerned look just gleaming right through. "Did you have a bad dream?" I wasn't about to lie to her, I always told her everything. I just nodded slowly and looked down. "You wanna tell me about it?" She took a step in and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I don't know it's complicated…and messed up."
"Trust me, I've had some pretty messed up dreams, this should be nothing." Oh she didn't have a clue!
"Maybe some other time?" I didn't feel like getting into it now, I was still trying to figure it out myself. She nodded and we walked out of the room. She grabbed her stuff and headed downstairs and I just headed toward my room to change my clothes. I walked in and grabbed the jeans I was wearing yesterday since I only wore them for a few hours…or more, and then I rifled through my droor and found a Volcom shirt. It was black with a bird skull and these cool looking spiky wings sticking out of it. I loved the shirt, I remember Jenn giving it to me for my birthday last year. I grabbed my hat off the corner of the bed post before grabbing my cell, my Ipod, my laptop and then my bag and then headed downstairs. I tucked my cell and Ipod into my pocket and carried my laptop. My uncles were getting everything ready and they made some food for the trip. I set down my bag and laptop before walking into the kitchen. "So, when do we leave?"
"5 minutes." My uncle Dean stated and I just shrugged. "Mind starting to pack up the car?" I shook my head.
"Not at all." I walked over to the stuff and grabbed it heading toward my uncles sweet 67 Impala. I loved his car. I wanted it so bad. I just sighed as I opened the trunk. I put the weapons in the back and our bags before hearing my name being called. I slammed the trunk door quickly as I looked down the street to only see Dakota and Brody walking towards me. I hadn't seen Brody in a while since he was off in London with his older brother. Guess he just got back for the skate demo yesterday, but I didn't even get a chance to say hi to him. He and I have been tight for a while. He's practically my best friend.
"Eyy Winchester! Looks like it's someone's lucky day." Dakota gave me this amazing smile before tossing something at me. I caught it and looked at it and it was a black shirt. Only this time, it was a Birdhouse T shirt. "You guys booked it before you got a chance to claim some stuff. Where's Jenn?"
"Packing. Thanks a lot guys." I smiled gratefully at them.
"No problem. We got Jenn a T-shirt too." Brody exclaimed throwing the shirt at me as well.
"Family road trip I'm guessing?" Dakota asked with a small grin, she knew the real deal. "I thought you guys weren't going to do those anymore?" she raised a brow as she leaned on the trunk of the Impala looking over at me. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from saying something stupid. I'm really good with chicks and usually around Dakota, but there were times where I would say really stupid stuff and not be able to talk to her for the rest of the day. I don't know what it was.
"Well we weren't but the fam jam decided we should, you know, bonding time." My lovely cousin Jenn had to answer as she walked toward the car. "Hey guys." She smiled as she hugged Dakota and then Brody.
"When are you coming back?" The two of us shrugged at Brody's question.
"We wish we knew." I answered as I looked down a bit. They nodded before a bit of silence fell upon us.
"Alright, let's move out!" My uncle Dean exclaimed as he stepped out into the driveway. Dakota immediately stepped away from the Impala knowing my uncle would have something to say about that.
"I guess now?" Dakota said with a small laugh and I couldn't help but smile. "See you guys when you get back." I nodded a little not being able to say much. I just got into the back of the impala and they started to walk away. I just looked out the window watching her the whole time. Dammit. I've known her for a long while why was it so hard? I heard the impala start up and we peeled out of the driveway quickly, the figure of the house started to slowly fall away and then it hit me. We were back on the road again, hunting. I think that was going to take some getting use to yet again.
Jenn POV
4 hours on the road and I hadn't even asked where we were even going, nor did I really want to. But, apparently we were going to Boston for a hunt. We live in Maine on an island and were going to Boston? At least it wasn't too far. I just put my headphones in to drown out the lovely sound of Metallica. Didn't feel like listening to them right now. I turned it onto Disturbia by Rihanna. I don't know why but I loved the song. I was bobbing my head to the beat as I mouthed the words looking out the window at all the passing trees. It made me think of the first time we started hunting both Trace and I. It was such a thrill ride. There was this deep adrenaline sought deep within my veins and it made my heart pump faster, pump harder. It was like everything I had trained for weighed down on this moment, the moment I pulled the trigger and stopped the thing from lunging its dirty fangs deep within my cousin's jugular.
The place stunk of rotting corpses, decomposing flesh. Flies crowded the area like murder. Fingernails, teeth, bloody handprints, bones, all carved the pathway toward the little shit head. The abandoned mine shack curved as a perfect home for the creature that loved to fill it's gullet with human flesh. We were hunting a Wendigo. Our first hunt and it was the ugliest S.O.B I had ever laid eyes on. It had taken a family up in the middle of the woods and my uncle and dad were not impressed. A little girl had been dragged down here and she was the only one left alive. We had already come upon the corpse of the little girl's father and older brother. The mother was nowhere to be found and that left the little girl hanging in a room by thick ropes like a priceless kill caught by a rampaged gamer. This was no priceless trophy; this was a little kid that should be sitting in front of a TV with a big bowl or cheerios watching cartoons. As soon as I turned the corner, I heard a distant scream. I turned around quickly and noticed my cousin was no longer behind me. My uncle and dad were ahead looking a little too pre-occupied with another corpse before there heads shot up. They looked at me before we tore off. There was two tunnel ways that we could go and I just threw myself down whatever one I felt right with. I could barely feel my feet brush against the ground as I ran. The second I hit the dead end I froze; the flare gun tightly clenched in my grasp. The thing had my cousin tight; he was out cold lying on the floor like a traffic victim. Trace had cut down the little girl from the ropes and she sat huddled in a corner hiding. I raised my gun without thinking and the thing turned and looked at me. I had never seen something to ugly in my entire life…well besides Paris Hilton but that's beside the point. I heard the footsteps of my uncle and dad coming up behind me and I just pulled the trigger… "Jenn! Earth to Jennifer Winchester? Do you want anything to eat?" Fingers snapped in my face and I quickly pulled out the headphones just staring at my dad who was looking right back at me.
"Huh? What? Who?" I was so confused before I glanced out the window. We were in a McDonald's drive thru and I just shook my head. "Oh, big Mac with fries and a chocolate shake."
"Do you want to super size?" I just glared at the speakers in which the voice had come through asking me that stupid question.
"DO I sound like I NEED a super size? I'm not a lard ass, no thank you."
"Was that a no?" holy shit where they hearing impaired?! I just leaned up front and toward my uncle's window.
"NO… THANK…YOU." I stated clear and concise before I was yanked back into my seat by Trace. He just grinned at me shaking his head laughing a little.
"You couldn't be more of a bitch?" I grinned and then got the look back from both my dad and uncle ready for his next insult. "I hope they spit in your shake." I just looked at him before the whole car burst into laughter.
"Aww, don't be pissed just because they dumped you on your ass because you couldn't take a simple order by the people in the drive thru when you worked at McCraps!" It was true. He had actually worked a job at McDonalds before and I would just head there to make fun of him. It was something I always held against him and I loved it. I was evil. It was our inside joke that we always had and I was proud that he got the job but he just looked so ridiculous in the hat trying to lead a normal life. He would be perfect for a different job but McDonalds was so not his cup of tea.
"Shut up." Was all he could shoot back at me before he slumped into his seat turning up his Ipod. I just sighed as we waited for our food to come through. The second it did we drove off heading toward the lovely place of Boston.
"Hey, do you think that Boston is the founder of Boston Pizza? Or wouldn't it be ironic if they didn't have a Boston Pizza there?" I asked as I took my bag of crap with a smile. I reached my hand in and pulled out my Big Mac and took a huge bite. God was I ever starving!
"Good question. Where'd you read it? Dumb blonde questions 101?" Trace asked with a smirk as he took his bag.
"Yeah I did actually, the one I stole from your room." My uncle Dean laughed and my dad shook his head. He had it coming, he was blonde too! I then felt a soft little thud hit my face. I looked down on the car seat to see a fry sitting there. I looked up at Trace who had his mouth wrapped around his cheeseburger. I threw it back at him and it bounced off his nose. "I hope you eat your lip ring." He chewed his food before showing it to me and I just looked away laughing a bit as he threw the fry right back at me.
"There will be NO food fight in this car or I will kill you two…then I'd resurrect you and make you clean the weapons for a year." The two of us gulped and Trace wound up choking on his burger. That made me laugh harder and my dad looked so concerned. My cousin was choking and I was having a chocolate shake come out of my nose. He was totally fine after he drank back some of his shake. After that 5 minute laughing fit, the rest of the car ride was filled with my Uncle Dean's music, food, and small talk. I missed these road trips and I was so glad we had them back again.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember waking up to was my uncle Dean yelling.
"Oh come on you jackass! It's a green! You sonuvabi-" Oh yeah. We were defiantly in Boston. The streets were a little packed, and the frustration in my uncle's features was just glowing at this point. He hated crowded places and he hated crawling along. It annoyed him to wits end and I could just see the little smirk forming on my dads face. He was enjoying this like he always did. I just yawned and stretched before turning to my cousin. He was out like a light with his Ipod blaring. I could clearly hear the song Like Suicide by Seether playing through the headphones. I loved that song, it was really good. We were driving down a street called Cambridge. I looked over and saw a small diner on the corner and I burst out laughing. Everyone looked back at me and I just pointed to it.
"Can we eat there?" I asked with the biggest smile on my face because in big red letters it read Sam's Diner. It was funny to see my dads name on a place like that. Now if it was a law firm, he'd be in complete joy ville.
"Maybe some other time alright? I just need to get out of this place and find that god damn hotel." I nodded looking down a little. We drove for a few more minutes before my dad actually pointed it out. "Thank freakin god!" I shook my head as we pulled into the parking lot. I looked around before getting out of the Impala. I walked over to the trunk before glancing over toward the door of the hotel. I stopped when I saw someone walk out. This guy, had to be about 5' 10'' was walking out. He had short black hair, amazing hazel coloured eyes and this dazzling smile. I sighed as I looked at him, he was flawless. He was wearing these blue jeans and a white long sleeved shirt but the sleeves were a dark blue. He looked just like Jay Hernandez from the movie Hostel. He turned and looked at me and gave me this smile. I guess this trip isn't going to be half bad…
Dean POVGod damn drivers. God damn morons! Did they get there license from a freaking Cracker Jacks box or something?! I hated places like this! Yeah sure I was up for a hunt but if I had to endure 5 more minutes of driving in these conditions, I would have taken a plane…wait. What the hell am I saying?! No I wouldn't have! I don't even want to think about it. I just walked to the back of the trunk and started to get some of our things out like our bags. Once we all gathered that stuff we headed inside toward the counter where Sam was already getting us a room. The place looked decent this time. The walls were painted this nice red colour and there were these fancy red looking carpets and all these paintings on the walls of ships and stuff. I was actually pulled back by this, it was so much nicer than the others but it's one that's covered up in cheap stuff to make it look more elegant, you could see that this building had taken a beating on more than a couple occasions. As long as we had beds and a room to stay, I could care less. Once I approached the counter Sam threw me the room key.
"Room 186." I nodded before we headed toward it. This hotel was a little bit nicer than the others we usually stayed at that was for sure and I'm pretty sure Sam was taking notice of it as well.
"At least it's not as well maintained as the one that you were kept in eh there T?" I heard Jenn asked with sarcasm in her voice. Trace just shuttered thinking about it as I opened the room door. There were two beds and a pull out couch. Sam walked to one bed and I walked over to the other leaving Trace and Jenn to the pull out couch. But Jenn had her own motive. As soon as Trace threw his stuff on the couch, Jenn walked over to her dad's bed and threw her bag on it as well giving him this cute smile and he just shook his head. I had to grin, she could use her puppy dog eyes and they worked like a charm every single time. As we unpacked, Sam pulled out his laptop and I heard a sigh come from Trace and Jenn knowing exactly what was up. Research, coffee, research, sleep, hunt. It's just the way it worked.
"So, you still haven't told us what were dealing with yet, you do know that right?" Sam and I exchanged glances before looking at the two.
"You two…are going to figure it out. Why were here and what were hunting and how to kill it." Sam replied handing Jenn the laptop.
"This…is for preschoolers." She shot back cocky toned as she took the laptop great fully.
"We'll see about that." I stepped in as I set up the salt lines and what not just in case. I heard Jenn turn on the laptop and both Trace and her got comfy on one of the beds and started to do the much needed research. I just looked over at Sam before grabbing my jacket.
"Wait…where are you two going?" Trace asked looking up at us, his shag almost covering his eyes.
"Out." I stated with a shrug.
"If THAT'S not a given…but to where?"
"Boston pizza." I replied with a smile. The two of them shook there heads. "We need to talk with someone."
"Sure. Probably to go bang some skank." I heard Jenn whisper and I just shook my head closing the door. We needed to go ask a few questions to some people in town. We might as well get a little head start on the case before this thing strikes again. As soon as we stepped outside, the crisp air cut through us like little blades. It was pretty chilly I had to make sure we were in Boston and not Canada.
"5 bucks says they figure it out by tonight." I bet as I turned toward my brother.
"50 bucks says they figure it out sooner than that. It's a pretty simple case Dean. If they were paying attention, they should have it figured out rig-" He was stopped by the ringing of his cell phone. He looked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"You can't be serious. You totally told them." Sam shook his head before pulling out his phone to answer it.
"Hello?" He asked into the receiver. I could hear the excited voice of Jenn ring through the speaker.
"Dad? I think we know what it is. It's a witch thing…a Uhh a Striga! It attacks kids for there life source and makes them really sick and comatose. So far, it's attacked 7 kids in this town. 4 boys and 3 girls. Am I right? It's a striga?" Sam just gave me this look and I knew they'd figured it out. I couldn't help but smile, they still had what it took, but at the same time I was pretty pissed because I just lost 50 bucks to my brother. God dammit.
"Right. But how does it attack?" He was testing them and he had this teacher look in his eye that he always gets. He couldn't erase the smile on his face because he loved teaching Jenn things, he always had. She handed the phone over to Trace because I could now hear his deep voice fill the speaker.
"It attacks in families. First, one of the kids gets attacked one night, and if there's another, it attacks the other the next night. It won't attack adults because they don't have as great of a life force as the kids. Now to kill them is the tricky part, you have to shoot the shit head when it's feeding, and with concentrated rod irons. Like buck shots."
"Great. You guys got it figured out. Now, pull up all the addresses of the victims and you two will be in charge of breaking in and getting more info, we'll talk to the parents and keep you informed if there heading home." Ah, the using the kids as shit disturbers. It was risky but the kids could usually pull it off. They always snuck in basement windows whenever they went somewhere so they were least noticed. They rarely ever got caught and they were good at lying if they were. We would interview the victims and the families and the kids would usually be the B&E's. We had a big enough track record and they could afford getting caught with just small slaps on the wrist, us on the other hand, and it would be over, were talking a maximum security prison with no parole and most likely, the chair. I shuttered at the thought as I watched my brother close the phone. He turned to me with a grin and just stuck out his hand. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before rifling through my pockets to find his stupid 50. I handed one over to him before we turned the corner heading toward the local hospital. We had on our suits that we got from the back of the trunk and we were ready for some answers.
Sam POV
The second we walked through the hospital doors, I knew that all I wanted to do was find the shit head before anything else happened. This thing had attacked me when I was younger, way younger than Jenn. But when Jenn turned the age of 4, she was also attacked by one. We got to it in time but it was a close call. I just hoped this thing wasn't like the others and want to go after her again to finish what it started. The same one that got her also got away, it always seemed that these shit heads were easily killed the second time. That's all I needed, but in another sense, I knew sooner or later Dean would bring up the defense of using that as bait, drawing the thing to her before it would attack others but I had other plans. We needed to know that last victim and if they had a sibling. We headed toward the front desk to ask the receptionist where we could find the ward. She was a short lady with long, curly brown hair. I just walked up to her as my brother was eyeing some blonde nurse. What an idiot.
"Hi, I'm Jerry Caplin from Stanford Disease control." I stated as I gave her a small smile.
"Can I see some ID?" Great. There always sticklers for details. I just rolled my eyes and got a glance back from my brother before he returned his attention to the nurse he was eyeing before.
"Sure." I smiled as I pulled out my ID and flashed it to her before returning it to my pocket quickly. She didn't really need to read Bikini Inspector on it. God that ID was so old I was surprised we didn't get any new ones but we haven't run into a Striga in a while. "Now, can you direct me to the pediatrics ward please?"
"Sure. It's just down the hall. Turn right and it's just up the stairs." I nodded with another warm smile before turning around swiftly and walking toward my pre-occupied brother. "Follow me, it's upstairs." He just grinned as he followed me. Dean hated hospitals. Everything about them, the needles, the grouchy people, the diseases, it just freaked him out. I just avoided them when needed. Too many bad memories and I could see Dean looking around making sure he wouldn't get grabbed here by any crazy nurse, that still made me laugh.
As we rounded a corner, there was a doctor standing outside of the pediatrics ward looking through the glass at the kids.
"Hi Dr. Cruiser. My names Jerry Caplin and this is my partner Gary Floyd, were with the Stanford Disease Control." We flashed him our badges quickly and he nodded before we tucked them away.
"I didn't expect you so soon. I was just about to call the DCC myself. It doesn't look like the children are doing so well, at first we thought it was a bacterial pneumonia, but now…there bodies aren't responding to antibiotics. There immune system isn't responding like it should be and I'm afraid there bodies are just…giving up." Oh great. Doesn't that sound familiar? We just nodded knowing that none of the kids would be awake.
"Who was your latest case?" Dean asked with a raised brow.
"Um…that woman right there." He pointed over toward a tall lady sitting in the hallways by the room. She had short red hair and was wearing jeans and a grey Boston sweater. The two of us just nodded before I headed over toward her. Dean talked with the doctor and got the file. He flipped the page and got an address and quickly texted it to Jenn and Trace. This way, they could get a good scan of the place incase the thing came back, or if it even would. I just hoped we weren't too late.
A/n:
Hey guys, sorry this chapter took so long. I had a bad case of
writers block and I'm sorry this chapter isn't that good. I
promise you though that the next will be totally worth it! :) (I'm
trying to make the chapters a little longer!) I would really
appreciate some reviews at this time to know if I should carry on and
possibly a few story suggestions if anyone feels up to it? It will
only take you a second. :) Thanks so much to all of you reading.
Until next time! Love, Kayla
