A/N: I am freaking out! Have you guys seen the clip from season 10! If not I'll put the link up on my profile so you guys can see it. I am literally shaking because I am so pumped for the new season!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Natalie filled her gun with silver bullets and closed the clip, cocking the gun afterwards. She looked over at Dean, who was sitting across from her at the table, prepping himself for the hunt. Though, he had been very quiet throughout the entire time.
Natalie set the gun down on the table and sat back in the chair, her eyes remaining on Dean. "You've been really quiet."
Dean finished putting in the rounds for his gun when he looked up at her. "You know that I don't like this idea."
Natalie nodded silently. "I know you don't."
"And I would put up an argument, but, I know that you would just fight me back. Plus, you have been hunting this past year..." Dean finished, cringing slightly. He still didn't like that she had been doing that.
"Exactly." Natalie interrupted. "I have hunted werewolves before Dean. I can take care of myself."
Dean sat up in his chair and looked around the room, realizing that Sam was out at the car getting a few more things. "I'll tell you one thing...Sam seemed a little to eager to let you do this."
Natalie looked up at Dean, feeling her body tense with her agreement, though, she didn't want to express it. "I don't know." Natalie said, not wanting to go to much into it. "He just wants to get this done."
Dean let out a light scoff. "I am not to sure about that."
Natalie sighed heavily. "Dean. Let's not talk about this right now. We just need to get ready and go out there and get this thing."
The motel door opened and Sam walked in, forcing both Dean and Natalie to stop their conversation. Sam walked over to where they were sitting. "Are you all set?"
Natalie looked up at him and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah. Got my gun loaded and my knife." She looked over at Dean quickly, but, just enough to see the tension in his face. "Should we go over the plan again?"
Sam gave her a shrug. "Might as well."
"Alright. I'll walk through the park, same pathway that the victims took. I'll have my phone ready, so that I can send the message to your phone. Once I do, you two come out and gank the thing."
"And what if something goes wrong?" Dean suddenly added.
Natalie looked over at Dean and then back at Sam, then simply shrugged. "Then I will kill it myself. Hence, why I am bringing my gun and knife." She said motioning at her gun on the table. "I've killed a few werewolves this past year...I think I'm good."
Dean shook his head and stood up from the chair. "I still don't like it."
Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whether you like it or not, I'm doing this. We already went over it several times and I'm doing it, Dean."
Natalie turned around and picked up her gun, sliding into her belt line and double-checked to make sure that her knife was secured. Looking up at the boys she raised her arms up. "Can we go so that we can get this done?"
Dean nodded timidly and picked up his gun, and then his jacket before turning around and walked out the door. Natalie stood for a moment and looked over at Sam, who gave her a stare that made her feel uneasy. She shook off the feeling and picked up her jacket and headed out the door with Sam close behind her.
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The three of them stared out the car windows, their eyes scanning over the park, looking for any kind of sign of the creature, though, they didn't catch anything. But, Dean was hoping that they would spot the thing so they wouldn't have to let Natalie use herself as bait.
Natalie sighed. "Okay, then. It's not coming out. Time for me to get out there." She quietly opened the car door and stepped out, taking a quick check to make sure she had her gun and knife.
Closing the door carefully, she walked over to the passenger door, as Sam rolled down the window. "Okay. So wait for my message. In the meantime, you two need to get ready."
Dean gave her a small nod. "Be careful. If anything goes wrong, we're coming in there. Screw the plan."
"Yeah, I know." Natalie said. She looked over at Sam, seeing an almost pensive look on his face as he stared at her.
"Be careful, Nad." Sam finally said.
Natalie gave him a small forced smile and nodded. She turned around and took in a breath, then began trotting her way towards the pathway. During that time, she began to contemplate Sam's words. The way he said them and the tone in his voice, it didn't sit well with her. It was almost as if there was no...emotion in his voice.
Every time he looked at her, she had this chill go down her spine, and it wasn't the good kind. It felt like a warning. A nagging feeling, telling her that she needed to be careful. And it made her feel uneasy and confused. Why would she feel like that? Especially, when it came to Sam. Usually, she would feel comfortable and protected, whenever she was around him. And now, it was nothing but a form of coldness.
Even when she heard him and Samuel talking back in Illinois and everything that she heard put her on alert. Confronting Sam about it didn't really go the way she hoped it would.
Maybe I'm just overreacting. I haven't even been around him that much. Natalie thought to herself as she walked onto the pathway.
She looked ahead of her and took in a deep breath. The worn down pathway was surrounded by a dense forest of trees that blocked the moon from her view. The only light source was from a few street lights that surrounded the area.
Sliding her hands into her jacket pockets, Natalie began her walk down the pathway. Just act casual. She reminded herself, making sure not to let her alertness seep out to much. The wind began to pick up, blowing through the tree branches, creating an eerie rustling.
Only a few minutes into the walk, the faint sounds of footsteps, caused Natalie to halt in her steps. She remained silent and still, listening intently to the footsteps, which would stop only a few seconds after she would.
Natalie kept her attention on hearing for the footsteps as she began to walk again and the footsteps continued. She slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket and turned it on. She saw the message that was saved and she quickly pressed the send button and placed her phone back in her pocket.
As she looked back up, Natalie turned to the side, hearing footsteps that were being hidden behind the trees and they seemed to be all around her. She slowly backed up towards one of the trees behind her when she heard another set of footsteps right behind her.
Natalie quickly whipped around, seeing nothing but trees and darkness. Where the hell are they? She kept her focus on the spot in front of her, the footsteps slowly disappearing. Her brows furrow, as she began to debate whether she should follow where the footsteps were coming from.
Natalie looked around her, not seeing Dean or Sam coming, and she decided that in the meantime she would check it out. She slowly walked into the wooded area and she pulled out her phone to use it as light, since she didn't have a flashlight with her.
Continuing on through the area, Natalie slowly reached over and pulled out her gun, keeping it close to her. After walking for a short moment, she came to a small empty area in the middle of this area. She looked around her when the sound of something snapping came from behind her.
Natalie tightened her grip on her gun as she slowly turned around. A heavy force went across her face, sending her to the ground and in the process of falling she had accidentally shot off a round from her gun and her head hit against the trunk of a tree. Her head throbbed and her ears began to ring from the hit. She could feel something hot running down the side of her face and she knew that it was blood.
Rolling onto her back, she could see the werewolf beginning to approach her. She quickly pushed herself up and realized that her gun was no longer in her grasp. In a quick act, she pulled out her knife and went to stab it in the chest when it took hold of her arm. Natalie kicked it in the leg, allowing its grip on her arm to loosen, then she threw an elbow hit into its stomach and then sliced a cut against its chest.
The creature let out a scream and had knocked the knife out of Natalie's hand during its fit. She stood in place, eyes staring wide at the creature as it finally recovered and glared at her.
"Shit."
Natalie quickly turned around and ran as fast as she could from the creature. The sound of impending footsteps were fast approaching her. Her heart was pounding, her chest was heaving from her panting and her legs were already beginning to numb. Come on keep going. She just needed to keep herself calm and focused on running.
Though she couldn't help thinking about what was taking Sam and Dean so long to get there. They should have been in position a little bit away, but, they should have seen everything that was going on. And now here she was, running from the werewolf who was now beyond pissed at her, no knife, no gun not even her phone. Nothing to defend herself with and no way to communicate with Dean and Sam.
Natalie came to a halt as she looked around her, knowing that she needed a moment of rest, but, she needed to get out of sight. Natalie quickly rushed over to one of the trees and hid behind it. The fast approaching footsteps came to a stop and she held in her breath, waiting for the creature to wander off.
Reaming silent, Natalie could hear the werewolf sauntering around, sniffing up at the air and letting out a few frustrated grunts. The creature let out one final huff before running off in one of the directions.
Natalie slowly moved around to the front of the tree, her eyes scanning around in the darkness for any sign of it. In a split second, she began to run back towards the direction where she had come from. She needed to find her weapons and phone and try to find Sam and Dean.
She could see that she was close to here she was before, when something grabbed the back of her jacket and threw her backwards, her back hitting against another tree and her body fell to the ground. Natalie pushed herself up weakly, feeling the blood flow from her head increase and she could feel herself becoming dizzy.
The werewolf walked over to her, grasping her by the neck and hoisting her up against the tree. Her hands clawed at his arm, trying desperately to get out of his grasp, but, the dizziness and the blurriness that was clouding her vision was forbidding her from doing much else.
It inched closer to her, taking in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. It pressed its claws against her chest ready to rip it open when a gunshot rippled through the air. The werewolf let out a scream as it dropped Natalie, allowing her to slump to the ground.
Natalie slowly fell to her side, feeling her body become overwhelmed by an intense chill and a powerful sense of exhaustion washed over her. Through her blurred vision, she could spot two people coming up, one of them shooting another around into the werewolf's chest, causing it to fall to the ground.
Natalie allowed her eyes to close, wanting nothing to do but sleep in this moment. She felt two hands cup her face and the voice that came along with it gave her a sense of peace.
"Hey, Nad." Dean said, tapping the side of her face gently. "Nad come on, keep your eyes open." Dean added, taking a brief look at her head wound.
"Dean...Sam..." Natalie groaned as the throbbing in her head soon returned.
"Nad, it's okay. Just don't talk." Dean said quickly.
"Dean...where...w-were..."
"Shh. Nad don't talk alright. Just take it easy. We're gonna get you out of here." Dean said. Glancing up at Sam, his gaze hardened. "I knew that this was a stupid idea."
Dean turned back to Natalie and slid his arm under her legs and the other behind her back, then lifted her up, adjusting his hold on her that so she was situated comfortably in his arms. "We gotta get her back to the motel. We'll come back to take care of this later." Dean said motioning at the dead werewolf.
Sam looked down at the creature quickly then gave his brother a nod. "Let's go then."
Natalie felt herself coming back to her senses and she could hear the soft, yet, firm whispering of two people, and she knew that it was Sam and Dean. She blinked her eyes open and slowly sat up, her palm reaching up to press against her head and she hissed in pain.
"Hey. Take it easy." Dean's voice came through as he rested his hand on her shoulder.
Natalie took a minute to allow her eye sight to settle, creating a clear visual of Dean sitting next to her and Sam standing at the foot of her bed. She looked around confusingly, seeing that the sun was just beginning to rise. "How long was I out?"
"Couple of hours. We tried keeping you awake, but, we decided to just keep an eye on you." Dean explained. He leaned forward and gently pressed a few fingers to the side of her head, taking a look at her wound. "It still looks fine. Here." Dean offered a bottle of water, which Natalie took. "Drink that."
Natalie nodded. "Yes, sir." She opened up the bottle and took a few drinks from it. When she was finished, she looked over at Dean and Sam, seeing the looks on their faces. "What?"
Dean shook his head. "First off, I told you that it was a stupid idea using you as bait." Natalie rolled her eyes. "And second, why the hell would you wander off Nad?"
"Where the hell were you two at?" Natalie asked, switching the subject around on them.
Dean looked at her a little confused. "What do you mean?"
Natalie let out a light scoff. "I sent the message to Sam's phone, just like we had planned." Natalie and Dean both looked at Sam, who didn't seem phased.
"I never got the message, Nad." Sam said.
Natalie furrowed her brows and her eyes narrowed for a brief second. "No...no, I pulled my phone out as soon as I heard the werewolf. I sent the message. I know I did."
Sam shrugged, his face adorned with what looked like genuine confusion. "Nad. I waited for it. I never got your message."
"We got into our position, waiting for your message. And as the minutes ticked by, I can tell you that I was getting antsy." Dean added.
Natalie shook her head confusingly, groaning at the pain in her head. "How did you guys find me?"
"We heard a gunshot and we took off running. The damn thing was howling and we followed the sound to this open patch where we found your knife, gun and phone. So we just continued on straight through and that's when we found you with the werewolf holding you by the neck. Guess you can say we got there just in time."
Natalie nodded at Dean's words, taking them in slowly. "Well, that entire plan just went wrong, didn't it?"
"Yeah, it did. And we are never going to do something like that ever again, I don't care what you say Nad. Capiche?"
Natalie nodded and sighed at Dean's words. "Yeah, I got it."
"Good." Dean stood up from the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower. That means you get some more rest before we head out."
Natalie gave Dean a small salute, causing him to smirk as he disappeared into the bathroom. Natalie could feel an awkward silence fall between her and Sam, who was still standing at the foot of her bed.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked.
Natalie looked up at him, a little surprised that he asked her. "Fine, I guess. My head hurts. Other than that I'm fine."
Sam nodded silently, his eyes still remaining on her, which began to make her feel a little uneasy. "Good. Well, I'm gonna start loading things into the car."
"Okay." Natalie pulled her knees to her chest, watching as Sam began to gather up a few of the bags. As he headed for the door, Natalie couldn't help herself. "Hey, Sam?"
Sam stopped and turned to look at her. "Yeah?"
Natalie bit down on her lip. "Are you okay? I mean, do you feel alright?"
Sam gave her a confused nod. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Nodding her head skeptically, she gave him a small smile. "Okay. Just wanted to make sure."
Sam gave her another confused nod, before walking out of the motel room.
Natalie sighed and looked over at the nightstand, seeing her phone, she picked it up and went to her messages. Clicking on Sam's name she saw the last message she had sent him and it said that it had been delivered. Natalie looked up, confused, and on the table near the door, she spotted Sam's cell phone.
She slowly got out of bed and shuffled walked over to the table and picked up the phone. After familiarizing herself with it, she found the messages and clicked on her name. Seeing the last message, Natalie could feel herself overcome with confusion and anger.
It was proof for her that there was something going on with Sam. That everything Dean told her was true. All of the uneasy feelings she had while being around him, the cold chill that ran down her spine, all of it, have now made sense to her.
Natalie shut off his phone and placed it back on the kitchen table. Looking out the motel window, she saw Sam situating the bags around in the car and although she was pissed, a sense of sadness fell over her. He wasn't the same person she knew a year ago. He wasn't the Sam who meant so much to her.
Natalie turned around and walked back over to the bed, hoping to get a little more time at sleeping and she silently hoped that it would help take the edge off of her anger and confusion. But, for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about the message. The message that she had sent to him...the one that he ignored.
It's a go.
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