Ireland sighed as she walked into her hotel room. It had been a long day and with no leads. The Winchesters had gone off to do their own thing, so that left Ireland with only her thoughts and fears. She walked over to the large window on the far side of the room. She watched the traffic pass by below. Something told her that whatever had killed those kids had also killed Andrew and Steven and had taken Mark.
Ireland ran her hands over her face and exhaled heavily. She let her arms fall to her sides as she gazed skyward. The full moon shone brightly overhead. Ireland shivered. She wrapped her arms around herself and continued to gaze at the moon as though it would offer some insight to the murders. Her attention was then brought to the door when the door handle began to turn. Ireland pulled out her gun as the door opened and a tall, haunting man stepped inside the room.
Ireland aimed the gun at his chest. "Who are you?" she demanded.
The man grinned as he closed the door again. The light flowing in through the window reflected off of razor sharp teeth. Ireland's heart began to hammer painfully against her ribs.
"I smelled you," the man said in a low voice, tapping his nose. "You may have been able to fool those two hunters, but you don't fool me, half-breed."
Ireland cocked the gun. "Who are you?" she demanded again.
"Someone who has been tracking you for a while," the man replied.
"Are you a hunter?" Ireland asked fearfully.
The man smirked. "In a manner of speaking."
In a burst of inhuman speed, he shot forward and pinned Ireland to the window. She fought against the strong grip around her throat. Lights burst across her vision before darkness started to creep along the edges of her sight. The man threw her across the room. Ireland grunted as she hit the floor. Gasping for breath, she looked over her shoulder to see her attacker stalking towards her. The door suddenly burst open, banging off the back wall. Ireland's head snapped around. Dean stood in the doorway, a silver pistol trained on the attacker's chest. Ireland dropped to the floor and covered her head with her arms as Dean open fired on the assailant. There was a thud as a body hit the floor. Ireland lowered her arms and pushed herself to her hands and knees. Dean hurried over and knelt down in front of her.
"You okay?" he asked.
Ireland nodded. "Yeah," she replied. "Thanks."
However, her relief was short-lived when a groan sounded from behind her. Ireland and Dean turned to see the man push himself to his feet. Blood seeped from the various bullet holes in his chest.
"Oh, god," Ireland breathed in horror.
"The hell?" Dean muttered.
The man turned blazing eyes to them. Rage shone in the burning green orbs.
"Run," Dean said.
Ireland shot to her feet and bolted after Dean as he rushed for the door. The man shot after them, slipping on the floor and slamming into the hallway wall. Ireland and Dean ran for the doorway at the end of the hall. Footsteps pounded against the floor behind them. Ireland looked over her shoulder to see the man closing in.
"That gun is loaded with silver, right?" she asked.
Dean slammed into the door and Ireland shot past him. They ran down the stairs as fast as they could. Ireland cried out and stopped short when the man suddenly dropped down in front of her. He glared up at them, teeth bared. Dean pushed Ireland behind him and pointed the gun at the man's head. Though, before he could fire off a shot, sirens rang out. Someone must have called the cops after hearing the gunshots earlier.
The man snarled. "Remember this name, human. Rendal Tanner. Commit it to memory, for it is the name of your killer."
He sailed over theirs heads and crashed through the stairwell window. Dean hurried to the window and looked down just in time to see the man land on his feet and take off into the darkness. Ireland leaned up against the wall, closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Dean joined her, tucking his pistol in the small of his back under his shirt. They made their way outside just as officers hurried inside. The sheriff stopped them before they got too far.
"What happened?" he asked. "We had reports come in about gunshots."
"That was me, sheriff," Dean confessed, making Ireland look up at him. "I had told agent O'Conner that I would be stopping by to go over the case, but when I got here I found her under attack by an unknown male. I fired off a few shots, some of them hit, so you'll find blood in agent O'Conner's hotel room."
The sheriff turned to Ireland. "Is that true, agent?"
Ireland nodded. "Yes, sir. I had just returned to my room after tracking down leads to the recent murders when a man walked in and attacked me. If it hadn't been for agent Manson's intervention, we wouldn't be having this conversation," she explained.
The sheriff nodded. "Where's the suspect, now?" he questioned.
"Gone," Dean answered. "He jumped out the third floor stairwell window."
The sheriff stared at him in disbelief. Dean could only offer him a shrug.
"Just telling you what I saw, sheriff. Didn't say it made sense," he stated.
The sheriff nodded again. "Alright. We'll put out an APB. Did he say anything that could help us track him down?"
"He said his name was Rendal Tanner," Ireland replied. "He was tall, muscular, with short dark blonde hair and green eyes."
"Okay, thanks. That'll help a lot," the sheriff said. He turned to Dean. "Good job tonight, agent Manson. We're lucky to have you in town."
Dean smiled as the sheriff walked away. He turned to face Ireland. "So, how did you know my gun was loaded with silver?" he asked.
Ireland swallowed nervously. She had hoped he hadn't picked up on her slip up. He looked at her expectantly. Ireland didn't know what to say.
"How did you know my gun was loaded with silver?" Dean asked again.
"You're a hunter," Ireland said. "Plus it's the full moon and Sam had said those wounds had been made by claws. So, I naturally assumed werewolf. And since it was a werewolf attack, I just assumed the gun was loaded with silver bullets."
Dean looked skyward for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough," he said.
Ireland looked over her shoulder at the hotel. "Guess I should find somewhere new to stay," she mused. "Although, I'm pretty sure that Rendal character will be able to find me no matter where I go."
Dean looked out over the parking lot and saw the Impala pull up. Sam must have just caught wind of the attack. The Impala came to a stop and Sam got out of the car. He hurried over to his brother, looking around at the cop cars.
"Dean, what happened?"
"Superman attacked agent O'Conner," Dean replied.
Sam looked at him with confusion shining in his eyes. Dean shifted on his feet and put his hands in his jeans pockets.
"I showed up just as the wolf was coming down on Ireland," he explained. "I filled him with silver, but the bastard just shook it off. Those bullets might as well have been made out of stainless steel."
Sam shook his head in denial. "No werewolf can shake off silver bullets," he argued.
As the brothers talked, Ireland shifted uncomfortably on her feet, glancing up at the hotel window where her room was. She needed her satchel. Her hands were beginning to shake. She needed one of her travel mugs. The scent that was coming off of the brothers was driving her mad. Ireland put a hand to her nose for a moment before lowering it again. Her heart was still pounding in her chest. What if they found out? She couldn't tell them the truth. If they knew she was part vampire they would cut off her head for sure.
While Dean and Sam talked, Ireland made her way back inside. She headed up to her room where investigators were combing through. She asked if she was able to collect her things and was granted permission. Thanking the officer, Ireland gathered her clothes in her suitcase and satchel and headed outside again, pulling a mug out of the satchel when she was able. She opened the top and took a long drink, sighing in relief when she was finished.
"So, where will you go?" Sam asked her.
Ireland thought for a moment. "I'll probably find another hotel," she replied. "Or stay here and get another room." She shrugged. "In any case, I'm glad Dean showed up when he did. Thanks again for saving my ass," she said.
Dean smirked. "Any time, agent O'Conner," he replied. "Yours is an ass worth saving."
"Dean," Sam whispered in embarrassment.
Ireland smiled, shook her head and made her way to her vehicle. Sam and Dean watched as she got into her car and drove off. Sam tapped his foot as he thought. He turned to face his brother.
"You filled a werewolf with silver and he still kept going?" he asked.
"It just seemed to piss him off," Dean stated.
"Huh," Sam muttered. "Weird."
"That's an understatement," Dean commented. He headed for the Impala. "Let's head back to the motel. I'm beat."
From the shadows of the trees, two glowing green eyes watched as the Winchesters climbed into their car and drove off. He would have to be more careful next time. Those hunters would prove to be difficult adversaries to deal with. Rendal hissed in pain, looking down at the bullet holes still seeping blood. That short haired one, Dean, he would have a fun time ripping his heart out.
Rendal sank back into the darkness, away from the prying eyes and lights and back into the shadows where his kind thrived. He would have his fun with the Winchesters. But, right now, he needed to rest and heal. The Winchesters would have their turn...when the time was right.
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