Okay, so I'm posting this because I turn 21 tomorrow and I felt like it. I haven't started on the next episode so I don't know when the next update will be. I will, however, see you at the bottom.

MIAKODA

The motel that they were staying in looked as though it hadn't been updated since the '70s. The mint-chocolate chip kitchen, almost snot green walls and brown-green-and-white bedspreads were an eye-sore but useful in a utilitarian way. They'd fallen into the routine of just sharing a bed, Miakoda always ended up sleeping in the one closest to the door – whether or not that was habit or instinct, she couldn't tell them but it worked.

Currently, Miakoda and Sam sat on one of the beds, watching the news run a story on Mel Gibson. Miakoda sat against the pillows reading Good Omens and had made her stance clear on the man. He was an amazing actor, that much was for sure, but that didn't excuse his actions.

"Sources said prosecutors were getting closer to a decision on whether to charge the actor." The news anchor said to them as Dean unlocked the door with the tacos and her burrito they were gonna be having for dinner. She missed the kitchen at Bobby's. "But they adamantly denied that any prosecution was in any…"

"What are you watching?" Dean asked as he shut the door behind him but Miakoda could smell the curiosity on him as he set the bag on the shitty table.

"Just trying to catch up," Sam said, turning the TV off and chucking the remote onto Dean's bed. Miakoda got up and wandered over to the food bag, taking the foil-wrapped burrito with a happy smile, settling back down in her spot. "So…Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?"

With a mouthful of burrito, Miakoda snorted.

"Or," Dean suggested, chucking him his taco, "he's possessed. Seriously, think about it."

She covered her mouth and spoke, "Still doesn't mean that the man isn't a scumbag; he's a good actor but a shitty person."

"Could be the fact that he has no soul though."

"Soulless people say what people with souls want to but don't because they know it's bad."

Dean spluttered before pointing to her, "Don't do the whole 'drunk words are sober thoughts' bullshit."

"What was I like?" Sam asked, glancing between the two where Miakoda had cocked her head towards his brother.

"Very blunt," Miakoda gave him, smiling at him, "from what I got to know about you anyway."

"You were a sarcastic little shit." Dean deadpanned over to his brother as he unwrapped his food. "Which was weird, 'cos normally Soulless people go on a rampage…"

Miakoda held up a finger as she bookmarked her page and got up. "I have a theory about that actually," the brothers turned to look at her as she grabbed her bottle of water. "So, as we know Soulless people just kill because they have no moral compass."

"Yeah…" Sam nodded, curious to where this was going.

"But, because you're a Hunter, you have an outlet. It's kinda the same between Wolves and Bittens. Wolves have been born with the instincts that I have, it's normal and we don't know any different; Bittens who can sometimes be Bitten without consent and therefore in a traumatising way, they aren't expecting the senses or, in some cases, the bloodlust that comes with having a more black-and-white view on things and therefore can't prepare for it; hence the hearts being ripped out and eaten instead of going for a blue or rare steak."

"Why do they do it then?" Dean said, sitting back in the plastic chair. It squeaked a little ominously. Miakoda gave it a little wary glance.

She shrugged. "Usually when an Alpha Bites someone without explaining to them in detail what it ensures and getting their full permission, they don't tend to stick around. Sometimes, if they are unstable, they abuse their power and their Pack becomes unhealthy due to their abuse. If the Alpha bolts without explaining things, where do you think people go to?"

"Google." Sam nodded.

"Majority of the information written about Wolves are written by you lot," Miakoda said, with a bit of a bitter shrug. "With them following the information they've been given…"

"Lets us catch 'em quicker."

"Hook, line and sinker. Most of the time anyway. I've heard a few cases where a Wolf will find a Bitten and help but they're rare. Kinda sad actually."

The three of them sat there for a minute, either sucking in their dinner or thinking over what she had just said. "So, I just got off the blower with Bobby."

Oh, a potential case.

"Oh yeah?" Sam and Miakoda shared a look, it was either a case or something on the Mother of All shit. "You got anything else on this, uh," he set down his food, probably no longer hunger. "Mother of All thing?"

Focusing on his taco, Dean smelt like burnt coffee – bitter and harsh. "Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet."

Miakoda's head perked up at the sound of Sam's phone going off again. "You're like the popular girl at school today." She snarked from the bed. Sam sent her a dry look as he got up from the bed and walked towards his phone.

"Quiet like quiet, or quiet like too quiet?"

Dean sounded irritated as he flung open the packaging of his food. "When is it ever quiet?"

"Right."

Miakoda moved over towards them both as curiosity entered Sam's scent. She plonked down in front of Dean at the table. He knocked her socked foot gently. "What about you? You hear anything interesting?"

"What? Through the Twilight Bark system?" he gave her a look and she shrugged again. "No, nothing. Here, there is however a couple still going enthusiastically and has been since about an hour before you left."

His eyebrows raised and she nodded. "Yep. Don't humans need like sustenance and shit like that?"

"I thought," Sam countered, still holding his phone, "that you said it was rude to eavesdrop?"

"It is. But she's been fucking wailing since like, I don't know, maybe 9 this morning and they didn't stop till like 2. What is she? A succubus?"

"Those are real?"

"Yeah, usually they're escorts and gigolos if they're incubi, but they don't hurt people, if anything, the way they feed just prolongs the high. Anyway," Miakoda turned the conversation back to the phone, "what was the text?"

"Oh." He chucked the phone towards Dean and Miakoda leant over the table to read them upside down.

Sam: 41.7088, -71.2735

"What?" they both chorused, before sharing a look. Dean carried on, "What are these, coordinates? Who's it from?"

"I have no idea."

"Were you two not taught the whole 'stranger danger' thing?" Miakoda looked exasperatedly between the two as Dean threw the phone back.

"A lot of Hunters are given our numbers by Bobby," Sam shrugged, "maybe it's one of them."

Dean got up to go to the bathroom as she began to put the rubbish away. Sam's taco lay on the bed by his duffel and she chucked it towards him as he pulled out his laptop. "Eat that, before you start looking."

He gave her an amused look as he ate it quickly. "Anyone ever told you, you tend to Mother hen people?"

"It's an Alpha thing, my parents were the same."

Nodding, he chucked the empty wrapper into the bag and pulled up Google Maps. A crash from the sex fiends' room caused Miakoda to roll her eyes. The downside to heightened hearing was that she could hear a lot about people, gossip she didn't want to know, incidents involving abuse that she put anonymous tips into the police about, sex marathons. Sometimes it was okay, mainly during the day so she could occupy herself; night time meant that she had to sleep with either earplugs in or put a pillow over her head if she slept alone. Nowadays, the sound of the boys' heartbeats – as nauseating as this sounded – helped block them out.

"Well?" Dean asked, wiping his hands dry on his jeans.

"Uh," Sam double-checked the map on the screen, "Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week. Apparently," his eyes turned back to the screen, "the, uh, victims seemed to 'vanish into thin air.'"

"If it's another dragon…" she muttered

Dean tipped his head a little, "Could be something. Who's the text from?"

Sam shrugged, glancing towards it on the bed beside him. "I don't know. It just kept ringing."

"What's that about?" Miakoda asked, "it's been going all morning. Is it a girl you could have met with the Campbells?"

"Eh, no." Sam blushed a little and Miakoda grinned a little, sharing a look with Dean. "Could be another Hunter looking for backup, throwing us a case? Who knows how many Hunters I even met, working with the Campbells?" His words were resolute. "But I think we should go."

Miakoda coughed as the water went down the wrong pipe. He hit her gently between the shoulder blades. Dean straightened where he had been leaning against cabinets with a cup of shitty coffee in hand. "Whoa, wait. We're just going to drop everything?"

"Dude," Sam gestured once Miakoda waved him off, "two minutes ago, you weren't doing anything?"

"If it was another Hunter," Miakoda looked between the two of them, "wouldn't they, at least, be in your phone? You had that one when you were with the Campbells."

Dean carried on the worried thought process, stepping closer, "You get mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr X leading to a mysterious town? That doesn't throw up red flags to you?"

Sam seemed to think about it, his brow furrowing. "I don't know. Maybe. But that doesn't mean we can just ignore a bunch of missing girls. Right?"

Miakoda looked between the two of them. She knew Sam was right; three girls missing seemed to be right up the brothers' street in terms of cases, but that doesn't mean that her Wolf wasn't prowling against her ribs at the strange texts that Sam had been getting all morning.

Dean sighed, frustrated. "Okay. We'll check it out. But if things get squirrelly, we dump out, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's get going." Miakoda got up, heading towards her bag.

Miakoda woke just as they were pulling into a weird pirate-themed restaurant. Her jaw creaked with the yawn that escaped her as she righted herself in the back, tucking her feet back into her biker boots. "Why do I have a feeling that this whole town has a pirate fetish?"

Dean puffed a laugh, as he held the back door open for her. "There was an octopus on the welcome sign as we drove in."

"Joy."

She ducked into the restaurant first, hearing the hum of voices by the bar and scattered throughout. The food smelt good as she subtly scented the air which was a good thing. They were escorted to a table by a bubbly blonde who stank of interest, which wasn't unusually around the brothers; they were very attractive men.

The food went by in a haze and Miakoda sat drinking the last of her coke as Dean looked through the missing persons' leaflets and Sam ate the rest of his salad. "Well, freak's got a type – brunettes. Whoa." Miakoda rolled her eyes at the flare of lust from him as he flipped the picture around to show them both. She saw a pale, brunette with green eyes staring back at them – Nicole Handler. "This one's got a little bit of a wild side." He gestured between his eyes. "It's all in the eyes, Sam. See it?"

Miakoda laughed, shaking her head lightly at the conversation, settling back into the chair. Instinct had her glancing around the restaurant as the brothers talked. There was a flare of excitement but she put that down to the eating competition thing that was going on around the back by the kitchens – something weird like you ate the House Special in a certain amount of time and you got your picture on the wall. Humans were weird.

"All right, well, aside from your little deep insight there, these women actually have nothing in common – different jobs, different friends, different everything. So, what's the connection?"

Dean set them down on the table, "I don't know. Why don't you two figure that out? I'm gonna hit the poop deck."

Miakoda scrunched her face up. "I fucking hate pirate-themed things. Kinda surprised the staff aren't dressed like a shitty version of Pirates of the Caribbean."

Sam wiped his fingers and picked up the posters again. The excitement from earlier bloomed with lust and Miakoda looked up to see a pale, brunette lady and a bald white man making their way towards Sam and her. The male smelt frustrated and maybe a little angry but the lust from the lady was prominent.

"Agent Roark?"

Miakoda kicked Sam under the table, warily watching the Humans in front of them. Sam looked up confused.

The lady smiled flirtatiously. "It's good to see you again."

"It is." He hurried to answer normally, not wanting to seem like a douchebag to a pretty lady.

"Oh," mysterious brunette lady gestured to the male, "you remember my husband?"

No, Miakoda thought, because he doesn't remember the last year due to not having his soul. She let the conversation move forward, wanting to gauge the woman's reaction but wanted Dean to hurry up and get back.

"Right."

"Don."

"Of course, right." Could this get any more awkward than it already was? "Um, hi."

"So you're back 'cause it started again, right?" the lady stepped forward into his personal space and Miakoda cocked her head slightly. The woman was eager, leaning down to show her chest in the white top she was wearing. Miakoda had a feeling that marriage between the two of them wasn't great if the frustration and bitterness was anything to go by Don. "The disappearances?"

"Uh, yeah." Sam shook off the 'deer-in-headlights' thing finally and slid into one of the Agent personas the brothers had. "Yeah, right. Um…so if either of you two hears anything, please let us know."

"Us?" the lady near hissed, jealousy rearing its ugly head. Miakoda smiled and waved but didn't say anything. If looks could kill. "Where's your partner? The big bald guy? Agent Wynand, right?"

Oh shit, this was very not good.

"Agent Wynand, of course. Well-"

Dean's gun oil, leather and now fresh soap entered her nose through the grease from the kitchen from behind them. "Sex rehab. Yeah, you've heard of plushies, right?"

Sam's shoulders relaxed a little. It was kind of adorable. "This is, uh, this is my new partner and a new trainee in our unit, wanting to get more hands-on experience."

"Hi," Dean grinned charmingly towards the woman, shaking her hand. "Pleasure." He leant towards Don, "How are you doing? Hi."

The brunette lady was kind of still giving Miakoda the deadliest murder eye ever. "Uh, so Agents, we should, uh—"

Oh, thank the Gods.

"Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Of course," the lady said charmingly, "Uh, nice chatting with you, Agent Roark."

"You too."

As she went around them towards the bar, she locked eyes with Miakoda are she lay a clawed hand on Sam's shoulder, lingering as she brushed passed. Her Wolf growled in her chest at the blatant challenge and claim of a Pack Member, especially with how fragile Sam's mind was. Confusion and maybe panic entered Sam's scent for a second.

"What was that?" Dean demanded as Miakoda followed the brunette and Don towards the bar. She'd have to keep an eye on her. "She just cougar-eyed you."

"I think Samuel and I have worked a case in this town." Sam rushed out, panic in his words.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

A picture was put on the table. It was a Polaroid, most likely from the wall of winners on the wall by the bathrooms going by the guy in the dodgy looking pirate's hat and with blood-vessel popped cheeks. Sam was clearly in the background with a murder look on his face. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

Okay, I hoped you enjoyed Part 1 of Unforgiven. Like I said before at the top, this is my birthday present to you all and I honestly cannot believe this little story is at nearly 3,000 views. I'm glad that you've all been enjoying this.

I haven't rewritten anything more for Koda yet, inspiration and motivation seemed to have skipped off into the sunset amidst COVID-19. On that note, I hope you're all abiding by the self-isolation and quarantine guidelines - my parents are on the front line of this and trust me when I say it hasn't been fun. But, we will get through this, it'll just take a while. Hopefully, this chapter brightens your day.

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Stay safe and wash your hands,

K x