"Sam, wake up!" Dean yells, shaking Sam. Sam jolts up from his nightmare looking around frantically. I look at him sadly; still tired myself from just waking up. We just finished with a hunt a few days ago. A demon was causing biblical esq plane crashes; Dean wasn't to thrilled about having to get on a plane. We got it done with minimal bumps and bruises. Currently, the three of us were crammed in the Impala, trying to get some sleep. Until Sam woke both Dean and I seconds ago; he was yelling for Jess, still having nightmares about her...
"I take it I was having a nightmare?" He asks, looking to Dean.
"Yeah, another one." Dean tells him, I lay my head back down throwing my arm over my eyes, sighing attempting to go back to my much needed sleep; it was still too early...
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." I hear him mutter to Dean.
"Hey, you know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean tells him in a serious tone.
"Are we here?" Sam asks, changing the subject; which he's been doing a lot lately.
"Yeah... Welcome to toledo, Ohio." Dean says dryly. Not at all excited.
"So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asks.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean says, before I feel someone shove me then flip my hair up, causing it to land in my face. "Let's go." He says before getting out, I glance up seeing him leaning into my window with a smirk.
"You two have fun..." I mumble tiredly, shutting my eyes. Dean muttered something back to me as the two of them left. Leaving me in the back of the Impala; the brothers heading inside to check out the vic's body. I'll pass on that. I prefer the smell of coffee in the morning over formaldehyde...
I slept while the boys checked out the body; which wasn't long. Dean woke me up, unintentionally, when they came strolling back. He was yelling at Sam; something about losing 120 bucks. I shake my head sleepily, attempting to tune them out.
"Whatever..." Dean sighs. The familiar noisy sound of the Impala door opening caused my eyes to open. I groan sitting up, still tired; I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep. "Well good morning, Kitty Kat. Have a nice cat nap." Dean laughs, the only one who laughs. He always thinks his jokes are so funny.
I shake my head at him sending him a tired glare. Why does he ALWAYS feel the need to call me 'Kitty Kat' in the morning. It's annoying and I hate it. "Don't call me Kitty Kat. I hate it." I rasp out, groggy.
"Rawr." Dean mutters to me with a smirk, before turning over the key; the roar of the Impala sounding through the lot. I roll my eyes before he starts driving. Apparently they were going to talk to the vic's daughter. I told them just to drop me off at a motel on the way there. I was going to start researching for anything that can tell us how Mr. Shoemaker's eyes basically turned into melted ice cream on a hot day.
"We'll be back..." Dean muttered before leaving. I hummed in response before opening up my laptop.
After hours of researching; I found nothing. The best thing to do would be wait for Sam and Dean to get back and see what they were able to find out. So in the meantime I cleaned my guns, took a shower, got some lunch from across the street, and waited for the two to get back. It felt like they were gone hours...
I turn my head at the sound of the motel door opening. I was sprawled out on the bed, absolutely bored. "What are you wearing?" I hear Dean ask from over by the door. I look up from my spot on the bed seeing his eyes wide. I look down to my clothes. I admit it was different than my usual attire, not by much.
"Clothes..." I mutter, confused. Laying my head back down.
"Is that what you call 'that'?" He asks pointing to my body.
"What the big deal Dean? Are you my Dad?" I joke smirking at him, which makes him drop the topic.
"So, you wanna hear what we found out?" Sam asks laying down on the opposite bed.
"Yeah, I can't wait." I smile sarcastically.
Sam chuckles along with dean, "So, we think it's bloody mary." Sam tells me.
I sit upright. "What!" I laugh. "You can't be serious. Everyone around the world plays that stupid game and as far as I know nobody's died from it." I say.
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere else it's just a story; but here it's actually happening." Dean tells me, "Whatever it is we've got some researching to do; and it's gonna be a bitch."
"Why?" I wonder confused.
"Library's out of order." Dean grumbles. "So we're stuck here." He says grabbing Sam's laptop turning it on; taking a seat at the table by the window.
"Joy." I raise my brows pulling my laptop out again going over to join Dean.
The three of us sat in the dingy Motel room searching articles and obituaries as far back as they went for any Mary that died in front of a mirror, the whole thing quickly becoming exhausting. Sam passed out a while ago, Dean and I decided it best to let him sleep.
"So, Dean. Are you going to tell Sam? About us and our... Canoodling behind his back." I ask, glancing up from my screen. "You know he'll find out on his own eventually. He's not stupid."
"Yeah, I'll tell him. Eventually." He smirks chuckling, looking through the book in his lap. My mind dismisses our conversation when I hear Sam across the room. He starts tossing and muttering things, obvious he's having another nightmare. His sleep didn't last long though. He woke up the same way he has been for the past month; gasping with watery eyes.
"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" He grumbled tiredly to us.
"Cause I'm an awesome brother. So, what did you dream about?" Dean asks, hoping Sam will finally talk about this.
"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam says from the bed. I sigh.
"Yeah, sure..." Dean mutters, trying to hide his annoyance. I glance up at him from my laptop screen offering a small smile.
"You find anything?" Sam asks.
"Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No." He shrugs, shutting the book he's been reading. "I've looked at everything. A few local women, A Laura and Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh... No Mary." Dean says rubbing his face.
Sam sighs. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."
"I've been searching for strange deaths, in the area, you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." I look at the two, letting my statement hang in the air before the ringing of my cell phone pulls my attention away.
"Hello?" I say answering it, halting my research.
"Hey, Katie, it's Roger." The familiar voice on the other end says.
"Roger! Hey!" I smile happily, surprised he's calling. It's been years since I've talked to him. He was one of my 'friends' while at one of the many high schools I've been too. I see Dean give my hand a glare which I held my phone in. I shake my head slightly. Dean and Roger never got along, one could say. Roger and I we were an item, for the short month I was at Monroe High. I ended it once we left; knowing nothing would ever come from it. It was a small town in southeast Michigan, my Dad and John were working a case at.
My smile slowly fades, knowing if he's calling me it's not just to chit chat. "I know if you're calling me something has to be up. What is it?" I ask worried.
He laughs, breathily, "Yeah... Uh, you're the first person who came to mind, knowing what you do." He says referring to my 'job'. He's known about everything supernatural for a few years now. I found it quite comical that I'd date the boy with a ghost haunting his newly moved into house.
"So recently there's been a lot of 'Animal attacks' is what it looks like." He says.
"Oh, yeah... Hmm there was just a full moon so it's possible you could have a werewolf in the area." I tell him. "Do you have any details?" I ask.
"Yeah actually, anything you need I've got."
"Oh, yeah, how's that." I laugh.
"You're talking to the new Sheriff." He says, I can tell by his tone he had a smirk.
"Oh, Sherriff really never expected that one." I laugh with raised brows. "So, what can you tell me?" I ask getting back to the possible case.
"A couple nights ago a few Teenagers went poking around one of the abandoned islands in Monroe, Kauslers Island. "
"Huh. What's so special about it?"
"Nothing it's been abandoned for years. Nobody's lived there since the 60's. But it's considered one of the 'local party spots' for the younger crowd, a few days ago two teens were murdered; pretty gruesome too.
"What happened to them?"
"Corner said 'Animal attack' they were mauled to death. He says it looked like a wild dog, but after seeing the body I gotta tell you it must have been one hell of a dog ..."
"Were their hearts missing?" I ask, the only obvious thing would be a werewolf.
"No, but the strange thing is their eyes and tongues were."
"What?" I shout, confused. Both the boys looking at me with questioning eyes.
"Yeah, I don't know. I thought I'd call because we just had another one last night. I was wondering if you could come check it out."
"Uh..." I mutter, glancing at Sam and Dean who were watching me, halting from searching for this Mary girl. Sam gave me a nod, silently telling me to go help Roger out. "Sure. I can be there in a few hours, I'm just in Toledo, Ohio." I tell him.
"Wait what?" Dean says putting his arms out, looking at me with surprise.
"Thanks Katie. I really appreciate it, I'll text you the address and details." He says.
"Yeah, course. I'll see you soon." I say before hanging up.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Dean asks, brows raised with a questioning look.
"That was Roger. He said there's been a lot of weird 'Animal attacks' lately. So I figured I'd go check it out. Give him a hand." I tell him.
"Oh yeah, I remember Mr. Rogers." Dean says aggravated.
I roll my eyes. "Seriously Dean... It's been what, six – seven years. You can't still hate the guy." Sam chuckles.
"I don't hate him." Dean says giving Sam a glare.
"Mm-hmm, anyways I'm going." I say not believing him one bit, getting up to start packing my bag.
"Whoa whoa wait. You're not going by yourself!" Dean tells me as I shove my laptop in my bag which was full of clothes and my other essentials.
"Well you two are busy here with this 'bloody Mary' thing so it kinda looks like I am." I say going in the duffle full of our stuff that Sam brought in, I grab out my gun along with my belt; full of my other essentials.
"Just wait, hold up a minute-" Dean says getting up trying to stop me from packing my stuff.
"No, Dean. I'm not gonna wait. Who knows how long this Mary case is gonna take. He said there was another murder last night. So sorry but yes I'm going by myself. I'm perfectly capable." I argue walking past him to the motel door dropping my bag by it before opening the door.
"Kat-" He yells halting me, door half open.
"Sorry I'm done talking about it!" I tell him going outside.
Luckily there was a car rental shop next to the Motel. I left Dean and Sam in the Motel room; probably arguing... while they did that, I went across the street to rent a car.
"Hello, little lady what can I do for you?" The man asks kindly once I walk into the rental shop.
"Hi can I rent a car for around a week, roughly?" I ask.
"Sure thing, I just need to see some license and payment." He smiles.
I pull out my 'license' handing it over to him along with my 'credit card'.
He gives it a once over pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. "Alright, just need you to fill this out and we'll be good to go. You want anything specific?" He asks.
"Uh, do you have any Range Rovers?" I ask, filling out the form quickly then handing it back to him.
"Sure do," He says taking the paper before heading over to the cabinet full of keys. Pulling out a sleek black one, "Here ya go. Just bring it back in 'roughly' a week." He smiled kindly before handing it over. "It's parked over on the side. I'll have someone show you."
"Thanks!" I smile heading outside. After getting my rental car, I drive back over to the Motel parking it next to the Impala. I sigh walking back into the room to finish up packing up my stuff. I could tell once I stepped foot back in the Motel room Dean and Sam had been arguing the entire time. Both their eyes locking on me once I walk into the room. I could probably cut the tension with a knife... Sam's face held annoyance while Dean's was a mix between anger and worry. I know Dean doesn't want me to go but I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. Whatever this thing is it shouldn't be too hard. Who knows it might just be a human, because people are crazy...
Dean stares at me as I go around the room picking up my things, quietly, they were scattered around the messy room among the papers and articles. He releases a sigh he's been holding in, grabbing my empty black duffle bag which was laying on the bed, "I'll go pack up some stuff from the trunk." He says plainly, heading out the door with a slam.
"Gee he really shoved his tampon up there..." I mutter to Sam who was on the bed Laptop on his lap, searching the web for Mary.
"He's just worried about you. You know how Dean can be." Sam tells me.
I go and sit across from him on the other bed sitting with one of my legs pulled to my chest. I wrap my arm around it resting my head on my knee. "He needs to understand that I'm not 6 years old I can take care of myself. I've – We've been doing this our whole lives. I know what I'm doing..." I say aggravated.
"He knows you're not 6 and he knows you can take care of yourself. Dean just worries that you might leave... To go hunt, on your own." Sam tells me closing his laptop placing it beside him.
"What do you mean? He can't really think that... He thinks I'd leave you two?" I ask, "Come on, Sam. You two have to know by now I'm not going anywhere. You two morons are helpless without me." I giggle, smiling.
"Yeah, we're stuck with you."
"Yup like an annoying piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe. I'm not going anywhere." I laugh. "You tell Dean he's got nothing to worry about. Make sure he stays focused."
"I will." He promises just as Dean strolls back into the room, the black duffle now filled.
"Is that plastic piece of crap out there yours?" Dean asks with a grimace.
"Yeah Dean. What do you expect me to walk there?" I laugh. "There's not exactly a classic car rental around the corner..." I joke.
He shrugs with a grunt, "Yeah... Here I don't know what you're gonna need so I just packed for anything."
"Aww, you're so sweet packing my lunch for me." I laugh as he puts the bag down onto the mattress.
"Shut up..." He tells me trying not to laugh. "So you got any idea what this thing is?" He asks.
"Well, he said they're animal attacks so I thought it was a werewolf but all the vic's still have their tickers. Then Roger told me something strange-"
"What?" Dean asks, sitting next to Sam across from me.
"He said their eyes and tongues were missing..."
"What the hell... What's up with all the missing eyes." Sam interjects.
"Maybe it's some werewolf-bloody Mary Hybrid..." I joke, chuckling. "Who knows it's probably just some nut job. So you have nothing to worry about." I say, mostly to Dean.
"Mm-hmm, crazy killer who cuts out your tongue and eyeballs, nothing to worry about." Dean mumbles to himself.