Dean focused intently on driving down city side-streets, just in case if the creature back there decided to trail after them. He was bewildered, and honestly didn't know what to think, but he tried not to get too lost in thought as he sped to the motel. Hell, he was lucky he wasn't a midnight snack, based on the way it tried to ravish both Dean and itself.. For a good couple of minutes, the drive was silent, except for the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and an occasional thought passing through your mind.
"What exactly happened back there?" Sam suddenly asked.
"I don't know, I really don't. But whatever we are hunting, it is not a werewolf." Dean replied.
"Did you see what it was?" You asked curiously.
"That's the thing, I did, but, it wasn't anything I've seen before." Dean said.
You and Sam stared at Dean, hoping the discomfort would force him to continue explaining. As you expected, he glanced from the road, back at both of you.
"What?!" He finally asked.
"What did it look like?" Sam inquired.
"Well, it was in the form of this beautiful woman. It looked normal, at least until I slashed it with the silver knife; which had no effect on it, by the way. And it used some sort of power, healing the wound instantly. Not like angel mojo, but… I don't know." Dean explained.
"Anything else?" You asked, feeling like he was holding back.
"Um… well, it's like she put a spell on me." Dean admitted.
"And you didn't bother to tell us?!" Sam asked.
"I thought it was nothing, but I suppose now it could be important." Dean said.
"What did she specifically do to you?" Sam asked.
"I don't really know, to be honest.. It was like she was.. irresistible, and I couldn't control Mr. General-"
"Please don't tell me you..." Sam began to interrupt.
"God Sam, no, I didn't go down on her. At least, I wasn't going to, not until she started biting my neck." Dean said.
Sam massaged the bridge of his nose. "You could have spared the details, you know." He said in disgust.
"No, like, she was actually trying to feed on me, it was weird." Dean explained.
Both you and Sam looked in confusion at the elder Winchester; you hadn't even heard of this in the books.
"I guess it isn't a wolf." You mumbled audibly.
"Ya think?" Dean retorted.
"But that leaves us with one big question.. What is it then?" Sam asked aloud.
Silence filled the car once again as you all pondered deeply.
As soon as you got back into the motel room, you all instantly hit the books, having no idea where to even start. You weren't really too skilled at this type of research, but you used what you knew from the series, hoping it would suffice. The first topic you figured you could start on, was a shapeshifter, but you instantly hit another dead end, since shifters weren't immune to silver. Your only resort now was anything that ate their prey.
"Could it be a rugaru?" You asked, reading into the lore.
"I don't think so," Dean said, "at least not like any I have ever seen. That thing had complete control, you should have seen it."
Sam cleared his throat briefly. "Maybe it had its urges under control?" Sam guessed.
"Maybe, but it seemed completely human to me, except for the feeding part. No wrinkling skin or black eyes… All normal. There was something about her face though, and I can't put my finger on it." Dean said.
"What about it?" You asked.
"It had a familiar aspect to it, like I've seen the features before."
"Like you knew her?" You asked.
"No, like I've seen similar facial features somewhere before, but I can't remember exactly where." Dean said.
"What were the facial features like?" Sam asked.
"She had a long pointed face..." Dean recalled.
"Like a stereotypical witch?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"No," You responded, typing away on the extra laptop, "like a fox."
"There it is," Dean said with recognition, "how did you guess?"
"I've watched some interesting cartoons in the nineties." You responded with a smirk.
Dean looked at you with confusion and then to his brother, shrugging when they both didn't get the reference. You clicked on the first link that popped up, since it seemed remotely along the lines of the Winchester business.
"A Kumiho?" Dean asked, reading the title of the webpage.
"Yeah, it says here that it roughly translates to 'nine-tailed fox'." You stated.
Dean hummed in response, peering over your shoulder.
"Common lore says it transforms freely; many say that it turns into a woman, to seduce prey."
You all raised your eyebrows at the last statement and instantly looked at one another.
"This makes total sense," Dean said, "(Y/N), you're a genius!"
You blushed. "I mean, not really.." You replied.
"Are you kidding? It would have taken me and Sammy a good hour or so to crack this, and I think it's only been forty minutes. That's incredible!" Dean exclaimed.
"Thanks." You beamed quietly.
"Yeah, good work (Y/N)." Sam agreed, returning the smile.
Suddenly, the police scanner on Sam's computer popped up without warning, almost sending you to the floor. A male voice roughly came through the small speakers, ordering a squad to dispatch to East Morgan Street, near State Road 931. The attacker was unclear, but a young boy was both badly injured and traumatized by something the officer couldn't exactly place reason on.
"Alright, I definitely feel we should check this one out. It's likely what we're after." Sam said, standing up from his small work space.
"What have we got to lose?" Dean said.
The three of you quickly got into your federal attire and headed out to the general address provided. In a short amount of time you arrived to the scene. Multiple cop cars, and fire rescue squads were swarmed about, flooding the dark, desolate street with flashing lights. You adjusted your 'badge' and made your way to the police car in the center of the scene. A middle-aged cop stood on the side with a small group from the squad, who seemed to be discussing what he came across when he found the boy. The rest of the two teams attended to the boy on the back of an ambulance, addressing his wounds and occasionally asking him questions. You and Dean headed over to the officer, while Sam took to the boy. Your anxiety perked slightly, but you acted as nonchalant as possible, to try and not draw attention.
"Excuse me," Dean said, grabbing the group's attention, "I'm Agent Ford, this is my partner, Agent Griffith, would you care to explain the situation?"
"FBI? Why would you guys be interested in this? Isn't it a little early?" The middle-aged officer asked.
"We've been pinging these types of cases for a brief while, and we think it's the work of a specific killer, we picked this up on the radar." You responded confidently.
"Alright, that sounds reasonable." The officer said to you. "Tend to the scene guys, I've got this one." He said to his colleagues.
After his colleagues dispersed, you instantly asked for details on what had occurred not long before he sent out the alert on the scanner.
"It's weird, I was driving down here, patrolling the park for the evening shift, when this young boy ran straight in front of my car. Luckily, I wasn't going the speed limit, or both of us would have been roadkill. He came right out of the brush over there, and it looked like he got attacked by some wild animal or something. I got out of the car, and asked him what was wrong, and he just pointed to where he ran from. There was a woman, just standing inside the entrance of the woods, staring at us. I shone my flashlight, and she took off running. I couldn't leave the boy, so I called for backup." The officer said.
"Did he ever say what gave him those bites?" Dean asked.
"That's the thing, he said it was the woman." He replied with uneasiness.
"Did you have anyone go after her?" You asked.
"Some of the squad scoured the area, but they couldn't find anyone. Like I said, it was weird." He answered.
"What did the woman look like, officer.." Dean trailed off, gesturing to the cop.
"Mavin, sorry." He finished. "She was thin, her hair was infused with a natural red and a few other natural-born colors. Her face came to a point at the chin, and her nose was small but longer in length… Almost like.."
"A fox?" You said.
"Yeah..exactly! How did you know?" Marvin asked.
"Just intuition." You said.
"And you haven't seen her since?" Dean asked.
"No, thankfully. She had a weird vibe to her. But we have definitely on the lookout." He said.
"Thank you for your time, Officer Mavin." You said.
As you finished conversing with the officer, you saw Sam had already walked back from the ambulance, talking with another officer. He broke off the conversation as he saw you two walking up.
"What did you find?" Sam asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Looks like this coincides with the case," Dean replied, "The officer matched the attacker to a 'T'. It was the same thing that attacked me."
"That's promising; you know what the kid just told me? The lady lured him in, probably just like the other victims. Remember how Brayden's sister said that a woman was trailing her brother before he died? I think that's what has been happening with all of the victims." Sam said.
"I think you're right, but do you think we could take this back to the car or something? Cops make me uneasy." You admitted quietly.
The boys looked at you with understanding and agreed to your reasonable request. Without drawing much attention, you all went back to the beloved car to discuss what would happen next. But just before you hopped into the back seat, you could have sworn you saw two eyes glaring at you in the distance.