MIAKODA
Damp and congealed blood greeted her as Miakoda came around. She shook her head to try and get rid of the grogginess and all she did was give herself a headache. Smacking her lips together, it was like her tongue had transformed into a rodent.
"She's awake!" Dave's voice came through the steel door and she let loose a snarl. "And she is pissed!" he crowed.
"Why don't you come in here and I can show you how pissed I am." Miakoda threatened him, letting her Wolf prowl just under her skin. Dave's heart couldn't help the intimidated tick when the red glowed from inside the dark cell. Like something out of a Grimm's story.
"I ain't stupid, mutt."
A dark laugh came from within Miakoda's cell. "I don't know, Dave, how's the leg?"
"Now, now, Doctor," a rough, deep, accented voice – like if an English man smoked ten cigars a day – came from down the hall. "I simply asked them to collect you so that I may ask you a few questions."
"You couldn't have called?" she snarked. "Also, you couldn't have gotten them to at least wait till the summer holidays? I have classes to teach."
He came into view through the hole at the top through the bars. Average height, slightly round, with a round face, and short, slightly thin brown hair atop of his head. There was the underlying smell of sulphur under the aftershave and death. Demon.
Miakoda shoved herself up onto her bare feet – they hadn't even put shoes on her. Assholes; – and locked eyes with the demon. "You are?"
"Crowley. King of Hell."
"Well, I didn't vote for you." Miakoda sassed, before giving the capped bottle in his hand a wary glance. "You think I'm that stupid? Your lackies drugged me, I'll pass on the refreshments, thanks."
He rolled dark eyes and uncapped the bottle before taking a swig of it. Nothing happened. She lifted her nose and scented the air. No mistletoe. No wolf's bane. Crowley capped it and handed it through the bars. Miakoda took a mouthful of it – she didn't know when she'd get more if she'd get more. "That wasn't regular wolf's bane."
Crowley cocked his head and smugness came into his scent. Miakoda set the bottle before she broke it with her claws. "No, my creation of concentrated. Strong enough to take down the last of the Skidi Pack rather marvellously. Why not fight back?"
"I don't risk collateral damage." She growled, knowing that that area was more human than Creature would have just been a massacre in the making. "What do you want with me, Crowley?"
"The location of Purgatory." He said bluntly and Miakoda scrunched her face slightly in confusion.
"No-one knows where that is, if it even does exists. Even in the world of Creatures, it's a myth." Miakoda shook her head.
"Ah yes, but you, dear Doctor, specialise in the mythos of the Ancient World, what do you know of it?"
She locked eyes with him. "It's said that we go there when we're killed because we belong to neither Heaven nor Hell. That we'll roam Limbo forever, never to get rest or retribution regardless to if we've drawn the blood of the innocent."
Crowley cocked his head as the Wolf's eyes seemed to sink into herself, and remembered the information he'd gained from many a person. "Who was the youngest Wolf in your Pack, dear Doctor?"
The fire was back. "None of your concern."
Dave scoffed from behind Crowley. "A monster is still a monster."
"What do you call the colonisers then?" Miakoda stepped forward, dangerous. "They wiped out 75% of the natives who'd been here for thousands of years beforehand. And you look at me like I'm the monster. Look at your history, Knowles, before you make accusations like that."
"You threw Christian into the wall. And broke my leg!" Dave stepped forward. Crowley had stepped back to watch the argument between the two.
"You broke into my home!" she snarled, punching the door, causing it to groan under the force. Miakoda's eyes were glowing red and there were hints of fang through the slight lisp of her words. "I protect the innocent, I don't take them."
Dave scoffed before walking away, crutching clicking. Her red eyes turned to Crowley, who simply raised an eyebrow. "I'm not getting out of here alive. Not with the Campbells around. Did you take a girl by the name of Evdokiya Vankov?"
"No," Crowley stated and walked off.
The Creatures in the Prison flinched as a war-cry echoed through the cell block.
Miakoda sat in one of the cleaner corners, straining her ears with her eyes shut. She could smell that Evdokiya had been here, maybe not in this cell but this block. She must have been so scared, so alone when she had died. Miakoda had remembered coming out of a panic attack when the Bond had snapped. Dean's Bond was strong in her chest though he was anxious if the vibrations of it were anything to go by. The Bonds were like strings connecting the Alpha to each member of the Pack, enabling them to be able to monitor them and find them if things went wrong. Her Bond to Dean was strongest since the two had been within close contact of each other for a month.
A high pitched whistle cut through the air causing Miakoda to clamp her hands over her ears. It was a Campbell who, according to his scent, revelled in her pain as she curled in onto herself. "Here doggy."
She snapped her teeth and let a growl rip through her. If he came in here, he wouldn't be getting out of this cell alive.
The food door on the base of the door slid open and a tray of food – actual dog food – slid through.
"I should've ripped your throat out when I had the chance."
"You wouldn't have made it out of there alive."
Her eyes locked on him, wolf bright. "And I will here?"
Miakoda couldn't keep track of the days and had taken to shifting into her wolf form. It was a helluva lot more dangerous, with her running the risk of her Human side falling prey to the Wolf's instincts but to her, the pros outweighed the cons. It was more intimidating and, if she was honest, her period didn't happen when she was four-legged. And she'd begun to stink. She'd been on the pill but because she'd been in this fucking cell for God only knew how long, it had been fucking useless. Miakoda could tell at least that two months had passed because the humans had become wary come the week of the Moon.
Her Wolf couldn't help but relish in the spike of fear that bloomed in the air when she let out a snarl every time a Campbell went pass her cell. A yelp escaped her when mistletoe water – which they'd taken to washing the concrete floors in the main hallway with – seared through her pads. She couldn't get away from them.
Sometimes she'd be blow-darted with that concentrated mix and wake up strapped across the naked chest, waist along with wrists and ankles – her body having shifted back when she was asleep as her human body could burn through it faster – where the Campbells, rather than Crowley, would take pleasure in torturing her with electricity, waterboarding her with the same mistletoe water that they washed with and silver knives. The water burned the inside of her throat, down into her chest when she couldn't help but swallow it. She threw up black blood back in her cell.
One cheerful moment, they'd tranq-ed enough to not knock her out but sedate her enough that they could take pleasure in putting a mistletoe soaked muzzle on her, walking her through the compound to the torture chamber. She still felt the phantom pains of the burns on her face, regardless of her form.
At one point, as she lay naked in her cell, Brian – a vampire, a few cells down from her – had spoken to her. He reeked of pain and grief and guilt.
"The girl you spoke about?" a male voice came to her, in barely a whisper one night. "What is her name?"
Miakoda coughed harshly, chest burning. "Ev-Evdoki-ya Vank-kov."
Brian's head thumped back against the concrete wall and Miakoda couldn't help the animalistic keen in her chest. "She died here. In the cell beside me. She," Brian paused as if trying to come up with the words, "I don't think she felt anything when she went."
"How?"
"Infection." A female's voice came through, quiet and sad, "She had been given a head wound and it hadn't been cleaned properly. The Humans didn't care that she was one of them. I think Crowley put her out of her misery; she was unconscious come to the end."
Miakoda curled up in the corner of her cell, clothes within reach should she hear the Humans coming. She buried her head in her arms. "It's my fault." Brian and the female could hear the guilt in her words, dripping. "I got too complacent; when the Winchesters showed up, I should have packed up and left, maybe they wouldn't have been interested in her."
She could feel her Wolf bury itself as the emotional scars – both old and vicious new – throbbed in time with her heart. The female and Brian said nothing as salt entered the air as Miakoda cried into her arms, silent. She never should have stayed in Harvard after her degree, never should have put down roots or made friends; all it did was put those people in danger.
Miakoda woke to the scent of Dean in the cell opposite her. Sam was there too. As well as Samuel. For the first time in months, Miakoda shifted back to two legs out of curiosity rather than fear of losing herself. Pulling on her dirty clothes, as disgusting as they were - Humans were so delicate when it came to nudity - Miakoda stood on shaky legs.
"You want forgiveness, find a priest," Dean warned and she could smell the threat coming from him.
"I just want you to understand." Samuel tried to placate him but Miakoda could hear the lack of effort in his tone and how he was so impatient to be there in the hall. And how fast his heart was racing knowing he had heard the snapping of her bones in the cell and that he had his back to an Alpha that was a hair's width away from a feral episode.
"Oh, I understand…that you're a liar." Dean snarled, anger spicing his scent and causing his heart rate to pick up. Sam's heart rate was still strong, steady. "You talk about putting blood first, which is funny 'cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he did."
"I am putting blood first." Samuel declared and Miakoda stepped forward, the shadows still cloaking her, trying to make sense of what was happening in the corridor. How were they related?
"Oh gimme a break!" Dean snapped, betrayal sharp in the air around his scent.
"Mary's my blood! My daughter!" oh hell, of course, the Winchesters were the grandchildren to the Campbell legacy. "Don't come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother." What? "It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, pure and simple."
"Oh, that is such bullshit! You wanna know what really happened?" Dean's heartbeat moved closer. "You chose a demon over your own grandsons!"
Samuel sighed a little bitterly. "See it how you want. I don't even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you? You're a stranger. No, really, tell me," he said sardonically, grief-struck, "what exactly are you supposed to be to me?"
"I'll tell you who I am." Dean threatened in a quiet tone. "I'm the guy you never wanna see again. 'Cause I'll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I'll be there to kill you."
"Not if I get to him first." Her voice was hoarse, not having used it in a week that didn't come from yells of pain.
"Quiet, mutt." Samuel spat at her and she let out a dark growl, deep from in her chest, promising vengeance.
"You're the one with your back to the Big Bad Wolf, Campbell."
"Don't think there's gonna be a next time." Samuel left quickly after knocking the bucket of mistletoe water over deliberately into Miakoda's cell.
"Whatever gets you through the night."
The Winchesters stared at Miakoda in her cell. She was gaunt, her copper skin pale and her dark eyes deep into her face. Her dark bob had grown out to just past her collarbones but it was limp and greasy. Her clothes didn't look at that great either. She looked worn, agitated, but not completely broken. Not yet. She wouldn't give that to them.
"What are you?" Dean barked, still hurting from the betrayal and adding to the fact that his friend hadn't told him that she was something he Hunted, well that was just salt on the wound.
She let her eyes glow the Alpha red. "I was born a Wolf. I gained the Alpha status when my Pack were killed in the Fire."
There was movement from Brian's cell as he moved to stand at the door. "When the Skidi Pack went up, we all felt it. They were one of the Pillars within the Creature society, they were just, fair; they protected the innocent, never attacking without just cause."
"Why didn't you tell us? Tell me?" Dean attacked, glancing towards the dark man, and she let out a harsh bark of laughter.
"Would you two have let me live? I've known about not only your family but also the Campbells, you shoot first, ask questions later. Like hell."
"How did you end up here?" Sam cut in as Dean took in the information. "We thought you were on sabbatical."
"What?" she looked over to Sam, grimacing as her feet blistered as she stood in the water. "I never said that."
He explained. "You sent an email from your house according to your IP address to your boss."
"That's how people never went looking…" she blinked. "Evdokiya is dead."
Dean heard the crack in her voice and watched through the bars as she seemed to fall into herself. "How could you tell?"
Her hand disappeared as she brought it to her chest. "I felt it. A Pack Bond had started to cement itself and I'd been feeling it grow weaker as the days went as she went missing. It snapped barely a week after she vanished. I-I don't know how long it's been that I've been here."
"Your email was from around 3 months ago." Sam gave her blankly.
"How haven't you gone berserk? If it's been three months, it means it's been three full Moons."
"Wolves have anchors, they're what help through the Moons. Doesn't have to be a person, it can be an emotion or something that drives them to stay human. 'sides, Born Wolves don't feel the need to go feral on the Moon because we don't know any different. It's the Bittens that cause trouble."
The smell of sulphur came down the hall along with Samuel. "Thought you said there weren't gonna be a next time, Soupy?"
He watched as Dean was taken from his cell and Miakoda lunged at the door. Blood bloomed in the air as her claws caught him on the arm. "Oops."
"You bitch!" he snarled at her and she bared her teeth.
"You have way more than that coming."
Samuel stalked off after the two demons that had Dean and she kept an ear on Dean's heartbeat that had started to race as adrenalin had started to pump. "Will that change him?"
"No. Only the Bite will." Miakoda shook her head. She cocked it in confusion. "Where does your Lore come from? Seriously, that was barely a papercut."
"What do you eat?" Sam asked, giving her weird vibes.
"Normal…food?" Miakoda answered perplexed. "The fuck do you think I eat? Old grannies and when I'm feeling particularly in the mood for a hunt, little girls in red cloaks?"
"Lore says hearts."
"Hunters are the ones that write the lore a majority of the times. Us Creatures don't exactly sit there exposing all our fucking secrets to you lot. That's like you giving secrets in 'How to Catch a Winchester' Step 1, endanger their brother."
Brigitta laughed a little down the hall. Miakoda began to pace in agitation before an idea came to mind. The coppery scent of blood bloomed in the air again. "Sam. Sam, what are you doing?"
"Shh."
"Fucking humans…" he heard her mutter from across from him.
Miakoda paced in her cell, regardless of the mistletoe blisters on her feet as she smelt the blood become thick and potent in the room he was in. What was he doing? She checked on Dean, stress was key in his scent. Along with a little bit of fear and adrenalin. They had to get out of here.
She'd tried before when she had first been put in there - at that point though, Miakoda had been at basically full strength and anger was a great motivator – and let her eyes settle on where there was a sizable dent. The door had groaned after her first punch to it. She'd woken up from her first torture session angry and frustration and had gone to try and do the door in when her hand had erupted in a burning sensation. They'd coated the inside of the thing in wolfsbane vanish. Miakoda could smell it. Every time she touched the main part of the door, Miakoda felt like she'd just been put into acid; there was always some sort of blistering on her front and hands as she had to go up on her toes to see out and she'd watched Christian paint the stuff on the bars one night.
"Two demons are coming." She warned Sam, smelling them coming from down the hall.
"Done." He nodded and then she listened as he moved back to the back corner of his cell. Miakoda went on her tiptoes to watch as two demons stepped into Sam's cell. "What did you do with my brother?"
One of them, she couldn't tell by their faces, but this voice was coming from the left, spoke and it sounded like he had a grin on his face, as his emotions reeked of excitement. "Oh, you'll find out. You're about to join him."
They tried to reach for him but had reached a barrier. She couldn't see anything on the ground but the blood wasn't coming from the floor, but upwards. What had he done? Sam began to recite Latin that Miakoda recognised to be that of an exorcism and two shoots of black smoke shot down the hall for probably another host as the bodies dropped.
Sam stepped out into the hall and looked over to her. "Can you find him?"
"Yes."
That was all he needed as Sam pulled the lock from the front of the door and Miakoda led the way to where Dean was. She could smell decomposing bodies over older decomposing bodies and her nose scrunched up. "What?"
"Fucking smells." Miakoda went left, "this way. I think its ghouls – they eat humans, right? I haven't gotten a chance to meet them, not that I try to be honest."
Every step still felt like agony as Miakoda stepped on blisters and burns that hadn't healed. They wouldn't really until she rinsed them. And wouldn't that be fun?
"Fuckin' hate ghouls!"
"In here."
"Dean!"
"Let me go, son of a bitch!"
Sam killed one with a metal pipe as Miakoda threw the other against the wall, holding him there with a hand as Dean shoved a pipe through him as well. "Take the head off!"
She let her claws out and let the frustration and anger come out; her Wolf relished at the sound of muscles, tendons and bone tore off. Miakoda stood there as the decapitated body dropped to the floor and she held her hands – covered in blood and skin – out in front of her and shuddered a little. "They smell like shit."
Dean pushed her up against the wall this time and she winced as his boot nudged her feet, fire searing up from the point of contact. They were caked in blood and entrails and this room just made her insides roll. Honestly, couldn't ghouls not eat people because Miakoda honestly she had some skin on her foot and it wasn't hers.
"Are you gonna kill me?" she whispered.
His green eyes, the ones that she had seen light up with laughter and red-rimmed from grief were hard as emeralds, glaring down at her. At that moment, Miakoda could see the near foot of difference between them. Her Wolf whined at the pain in his scent. She hadn't meant for this to happen. For once, Miakoda dropped her gaze to his shoulder, relenting to whatever he'd dish out. She just hoped it would be quick.
Seconds passed and every time she breathed, the pipe he had pressed against her throat cut into her skin.
He stepped back and her gaze flicked up to him and Sam, wildly confused. "You had a month to kill me. You wouldn't have been so supportive of me going to Lisa and Ben if you were going to. But you're gonna tell me all of it. Now, where's Meg?"
She cocked her head. Who was Meg? Miakoda relied on her instinct. If Meg was here, if the Winchester brothers were looking for her, then she'll most likely be in interrogation. Miakoda tipped her chin up, setting aside the rancid layers of the ghoul room and searched for a female, one she didn't recognise. Also the smell of electricity and fresh blood, the Campbells were into those types of method.
Like she did with Sam, Miakoda led the way. Dean's eyes fell down her figure, taking in how the fabric of her clothes seemed to hang off ill-suited. There were tears and blood on the fabric and he inwardly winced at the state of her feet – blistered, bloody and caked in other nefarious substances. Miakoda heard the sound of Christian's voice and a growl snuck out and she took up a jog, even if it meant that more pressure was put on her feet.
She pointed a finger into one of the interrogation rooms. "In there. Christian has her."
"Knock yourself out." The woman, who was most likely Meg, had a husky voice as she sassed Christian. "It's a host body. Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress. It's probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her."
Miakoda flinched at the scream came out of her. Sam glanced to see her shying away from the apparatus in the corner, where there were a car battery and jumper cables. He didn't feel anything. Through that, Meg's screams turned to laughter as Dean must have used the sounds to cover his movements, sneaking in.
"What are you laughing at?" Christian snarled, knife poised to the right, away from Meg's body. Dean struck. He used the element of surprise to grab and twist Christian's arm into his own back. Miakoda frowned as the knife caused his eyes and mouth to go light, like a lightbulb going dodgy.
"Dean Winchester's behind you, meat sack."
Dean stood over Meg, who had been strapped to the metal chair much like Miakoda usually was, naked where the most skin was on show for the Campbells to play with. She skirted into the room, staying well away from the instruments along the wall. Meg pulled on her clothes and shook off the torture like it was an everyday thing. She reeked of sulphur. All demons did.
"Who's this?"
"Miakoda Hart." Miakoda offered up, ears still on high alert. She watched as Sam not only utilised his height but also the table to draw a pentagram on the ceiling. She cocked her head to the side.
"Devil's Trap." Dean offered gruffly, still pissed at her. "Traps black-eyed assholes."
"That's what you drew in your cell?" Miakoda asked Sam as he jumped down from the table. She pulled his sleeve down to reveal a bite mark. Regardless of the pain, she was still in, she began to leech the pain.
He shook her off. "It's fine. I'm fine."
Her brow furrowed. "I'm not sure what Human pain thresholds are but I'm sure biting till you get blood is very high on that scale. How can that not hurt?"
"I'll explain after." Dean stepped between them as Miakoda went to mother hen Sam, wrapping a bandana around his wrist.
Dean glanced between his brother and the doctor and Miakoda relented, downcasting her eyes and stepping back. He noticed her head tipping to the side, showing more of her neck, which was kind of weird. She flinched at the abrupt blaring of the alarm. Her hands cupped at her ears as they rang. Her knees shook and, due to how weak she still was, they smashed to the cold concrete. "Turn…it…off!"
"Shit."
She lay blinking, still in shook as her healing, still slow due to the mistletoe still in her system, helped her ears. Crowley came swaggering in and looked rather unamused as he found the Winchesters with Miakoda on the floor.
"You should be ghoul scat by now." Crowley gestured between the brothers, a furrow to his face. He pointed to Miakoda. "It's not the time for walkies, dear Doctor."
"Screw you, you red-eyed bastard." She snarled, fangs sliding down as rage ignited in her chest and kicked his knee out from him and Sam knocked him down from behind.
"Really necessary? I just had this dry-cleaned." He dusted himself off and went to move when he found himself in the Devil's Trap. "So, to what do I own the reach-around?"
Were all demons so dramatic? Miakoda couldn't help but muse as she pulled her hands off as Meg sauntered in. "Crowley."
"Whore."
Meg scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, you know what?" she thrust her hand out and blood, stinking of sulphur, was coughed up by Crowley. "The best torturers never get their hands dirty. Sam wants a word with you."
The taller Winchester stood there as Crowley turned his expecting gaze towards him. "What can I do for you, Sam?"
Sam stepped forward, intimidatingly. "You know damn well. I want my soul back."
"Oh…" Miakoda realised, quietly to herself, "that's why he smelt funny."
She stepped back and let the conversation play out between the demons and the Winchesters. Miakoda would've paid more attention but the fact that she was standing in one of the rooms that she was interrogated in, added to the fact that her instincts were screaming at her, her Wolf was screaming at her, to grab her Pack and turn tail and run, she couldn't concentrate. Miakoda knew that at that moment, with her being as weak as she was, not just from wounds but also from malnourishment and dehydration, she wasn't going to be much use.
She snapped to attention when there was a high pitched screech of metal on concrete and Sam and Dean went flying. "You stay, dear Doctor."
"Fuck you, prick. You stood there as they tortured me." She snarled, getting to her knees, hand stabilising her. "I answered your questions. And you could've ended it quickly and yet you let them torture me, Crowley. You let those humans throw mistletoe water into my cell, let them muzzle me like a dog, and treated me like a punching bag."
A vicious snarl built in her chest as the adrenalin started to pump, the Beta shift threatening to come through as her eyes glowed, teeth unsheathed and claws sharpened. "You lied to me. I felt Evdokiya die. She died here. Because she didn't give you answers. She didn't even know what she was!"
"That's life!" Crowley spat and Miakoda was thrown back as she started to shift. Pain caused her to remain human as she knocked over one of the canisters that held the mistletoe water. It had to be infused over time. The Winchesters watched as blisters and burns bloom across her skin and she wailed in pain.
There was the sharp burn of o-zone as a black haired-trench coated man appeared suddenly. Miakoda could barely see him through the tears in her eyes as she dragged herself – her spine had hit a metal post hard enough to snap – out of the water.
"Leave them alone," he ordered in a deep voice, rough like Crowley's but not accented.
"Castiel, haven't seen you all season." Crowley sassed the trench-coated man. "You the cavalry now?"
"Put down the knife." The newly named Castiel rebutted.
Crowley didn't seem all that fussed or threatened. "You that bossy in Heaven? Hear you're losing out to Raphael. The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby." Castiel took out a hessian bag and trepidation entered Crowley's scent. "Hey, what's in the gift bag?"
Castiel took out a skull? The hell? "You are."
The trepidation turned into outright fear and Miakoda couldn't help the grin across her face, probably bordering on feral. "Not possible."
"Seems to me that it is." Miakoda giggled, slightly feral, as she healed enough to use the table as a cane to get up.
"You didn't hide your bones as well as you should have." Castiel ignored her, staring at Crowley.
Crowley gave him a mock round of applause. "Cookie for you."
"Can you restore Sam's soul or not?"
The Winchesters had gotten up at this point too and Dean stepped forward when Crowley went to stall yet again, barking, "Answer him!"
"I can't."
Miakoda flinched hard as the bag went up in flames, landing hard on the ground and scuttling back. Instinct, more Wolf than Human at that point, had her brain screeching warning sirens at her. She could smell burning flesh and panic started to set in. Would the trench-coated one do that to her too? She didn't mean anything bad by lying to the Winchesters; she was protecting herself, her Pack's legacy. Would it end with her today? The same way her Pack had gone out. A breath of a whine escaped her chest.
Crowley and Meg both vanished into thin air. Dean barked laughter. "Well, she's smart, I'll give her that. I was gonna kill her, too." He turned to Castiel, "'Course, I'd have given you an hour with her first"
"Why would I want that?"
"C'mon let's get outta here." He nodded to the door and turned to Miakoda, who was watching the bag of bones with a wild, distant look in her eyes, a series of animal noises coming from her chest. "Koda. Koda."
Dean looked at the still smouldering bag of bones and back to the werewolf in front of him. What was going on? He remembered something then. Her family – her Pack? – died in an arson…fire.
Castiel stepped towards her, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that she was sort of like an injured animal back into a corner. One with a serious bite and other sharp defence mechanisms too.
The Wolf in her caught Castiel's arm when he went to touch her. Her eyes flared and her claws came out, smelling a threat, baring fangs as a snarl erupted. "Wow, wow, wow," Dean stepped forward, mindful now that he knew what she was, "Koda, he ain't gonna hurt you. Rather the opposite. He's an Angel."
"So?" she kept her eyes locked with Castiel's dark blue ones, who remained relaxed even with the Alpha holding his wrist.
"I was going to heal your injuries. With my Grace." The Winchesters watched as Miakoda tipped her nose up, her nostrils flared a little before she warily let his wrist go and land on her forehead.
She still looked like shit. Just everything didn't hurt. "Thanks."
Dean crossed his arms as he looked down at her; she still wouldn't look him in the eye. "It wasn't an arson fire, was it?"
Miakoda bodily flinched, her eyes flicking towards the bag. She clenched her hands, the sharp pain of her claws an anchor. "No."
Quietly realising that whilst it would have been Dad's prerogative to kill her and maybe Robo-Sam's too, Dean had come to terms with the type of Hunter he wanted to be. He wanted to be one that would do what was right, in keeping the Supernatural world a secret rather than being a murderer. Over the years, after Dad, he'd come to a point where Hunting didn't mean finding a monster that lived in the underbelly of the world and killing it; it meant taking out the outliers and leaving the others alone. Some, probably a majority, didn't choose this life but they seemed to make do with the resources they had, others seemed to relish in the monster and that's where Hunters came in.
Miakoda seemed to be a victim of the overzealous Hunters. Stripping off his jacket, Dean took off the blue button-up and crouched down in front of her, catching her eye. Her eyes locked on him – the glowing red was a little weird, didn't werewolves just have gold? – and tracked his hand as he held it out.
"How 'bout we get out of here?" She watched him and Dean quirked an eyebrow, "And get some actual food?"
He watched as her nose flared – was she smelling him? – before she took it. Barefoot, the doctor was tiny compared to both his and Sam's bulk, even more so with the lack of muscle to her and the bedraggled clothes. The shirt brushed mid-thigh of her jeans and she cuffed at mid-forearm.
"Wait," Miakoda spoke before they left. "The others. They weren't here by choice either. Give me a minute. Go wait by the car."
Without a second's hesitation, she bolted back into the cellblock she was in. There was no one there. All the door's had been opened by the alarm and everyone had made a break for it. Miakoda stood in the cell block and listened. The only heartbeats she could hear were coming from the outside – Sam and Dean along with Castiel.
Hopefully, she thought as she made her way back to the car, she never saw this place again.
Finally, we're into the episodes! Now, don't think that things are just going to be easy for everyone now, this is Supernatural and things obviously won't be calm for long.
On a side note, I can't believe Monsters is nearly at 1000 views! Thank you all so much for reading; I promise you, things will be picking up now that we're into the episodes.
Don't forget to flick us a review, even in just giving me advice or things you want to happen for everyone!
Enjoy,
K
