A Hunter's Tale part 2
By Freddyfrmelmst
Disclaimer: See Part 1
I Glanced over the bar and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for John as Dean ranted and raved about Adam.
Jo gave me a small smile as she saddled up next to me and passed me a coke.
"How long do you think he can last?" She motioned to Dean.
"I have no idea but I don't think John will be sitting comfortably for a few days with the number of new assholes he was just torn."
Jo ducked her head down onto my shoulder to keep from laughing out loud.
And I winced as I spotted Ellen looking through the Kitchen Door glaring at me.
Jo caught the wince and looked at my face and then followed my eyes to her mother.
"Looks like you are on her Radar."
"Does this mean I'm going to be ducking a shotgun blast every time I come by here?" I asked her with a small smile.
"Buy me dinner and find out Glasses." She winked as she walked away.
"That girl will either be the best thing that ever happened to me or her mother will kill me with my luck." I muttered as Dean walked over to the bar and took the stool next to me.
He was staring dead ahead at the wall in front of him not trusting himself to look at me.
"So you know my little brother?" he asked the pain of his father's betrayal deep in his voice.
"Yes Adam's my cousin he is like a little brother, I've done my best to keep him out of this life. But he does know about it. He doesn't know John's a Hunter if that matters any."
Dean grunted and grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and poured himself I shot.
I quickly flashed as 50 to Jo and nodded to Dean. She took the cash and walked back to the kitchen to pay her mother.
"Look I know you don't know me but I can't deal with Dad right now any chance I can ride with you for a few days while we look for a way to help Sam so I don't kill the old man?"
This was not what I was expecting. I thought I was going to be a supporting character to the Winchesters but it seems God had other plans. "Sure just house rules Driver Picks the Music Shotgun shuts his cakehole." I told him in a firm voice.
Dean smiled and actually started laughing. "I'm going to have to remember that one.
"Have a drink I'll talk to your Old Man." I told Dean as I headed over to the table where John sat.
Looking down at the Ex-marine I couldn't help but feel for him.
"Dean asked to ride with me to check out this Bunker. I'm willing to take him might be better to give him some time to cool off."
John could just nod.
"John I know this might not be much comfort right now, but you did the right thing with Adam. Sam and Dean you didn't mean for them to get dragged into the life you just wanted Justice for Mary and it blinded you to everything else. And before you knew it 20 years had gone by and your little boys were grown. But when you found out about Adam you learned from the mistakes you made and made sure that he knew he was loved and that he was safe away from this world."
John looked at me his eyes heavy with unshed tears. "Thank you." Was all he could whisper.
I nodded and left the man to give him the privacy to deal with his past.
Jo walked up and passed me the change for the bottle I bought Dean and slipped me her number with. I swear I could feel her Mother's eyes burn a hole in the side of my head but she wasn't even in the room. As I pocketed the bills I noticed a slip of paper in with the bills.
I looked down and found Jo's Email address and the words you break her heart I will cut your balls off.
I looked back to the Kitchen and saw Ellen give me a smile that would've looked more at home on a shark coming to have me for lunch.
I nodded message received loud and clear. I looked at Dean.
"Your Dad knows your coming with me so I'm the Van out front. When you're ready let me know."
Dean nodded as he slugged another shot.
Looking over to the pool table I saw Ash was up so I decided to update my cover and asked him if he wanted to make a fast 50 bucks.
Ash agreed so I went to my Van and came back with a Video Camera and a file folder and I told Ash to look it over while I set up the camera.
"This isn't gonna be some freaky Porno thing it?" Dean asked as he and Jo wandered over wondering what the hell I was doing.
I turned back and looked at Dean. "Dude if Sex is the first thing that comes to mind my recommendation to you is to seek professional help."
Dean snorted. "Like a shrink is gonna be able to help me."
I chuckled. "A Shrink I meant a Hooker, it's clearly been too long since you got any so you mind is going to sex automatically so since you aren't scoring I recommend seeing a professional maybe help you get your mojo back there Dean." I told him with a straight face.
Dean looked insulted and Jo looked ready to bust a gut when a guff of hard laugh came from nearby. John had wandered over and overheard me zing Dean and it made him laugh
"No Comments from Peanut Gallery please." Dean spit out clenched teeth.
"It's not a Porn Dean. One of the Covers I use is my PI License. I am legal Private Investigator with a side business selling and buying guns and antiques. One of the cases I have is a girl who ran away with a Cult, that tries to convert people by faking supernatural events, using special effects and drugs to make people think they are seeing ghosts and monsters, then after the cult gets people good and wound up. The Leader comes into town and recruits kids and young adults into his Cult by claiming he will make the Evil Oooga Booga Crap go away if they listen to and follow him. And when he blows towns the kids think they are doing God's Work chasing away the Evil of the World. I make videos of people claiming to be either people fooled by the Cult or people victimized by the Cult. I come into towns hunting Monsters and I give the Local Law a valid explanation of what's going on and I that I am there to help them plus since I sell guns as well I make some contacts that are legit and willing to talk to me." I Explained
"And the Videos?" Jo asked.
"Evidence I give to the Cops showing different things like a Fake Werewolf and Shifter I had a guy help me with using real Special Effects. Let's me cover my ass and gives the cops something to hold on to so they don't think they are crazy."
The group looked thoughtful at that.
"It's a self-contained cover. No one has to back me up as I am carrying the Evidence with me and the PI License is real and active, so no fuss no muss any background check they run will tell them I am who I claim to be and the rumor mill does the rest plus with the side business angle people don't think twice about me checking out things. Like older stuff I make an offer on for a client. Plus the Website I set up helps people get it touch with me and I put out there I have a collector who is really into the Oooga Booga stuff, Ghost Hunting and the like and will pay hard cash for any haunted items."
"You made Hunting into a for profit business?" Jo asked.
"It beats scamming everything. My cover is ironclad I can carry weapons of all kinds and all kinds of weird crap and I can just blame it on weirdos who pay money for the spooky stuff."
"Dude I can't tell if you are a genius or just nuts." Ash commented.
"If you ever figure it out let me know I'm not sure myself." I smile at him as Dean, Jo and John just laughed.
As I Recorded Ash.
I noticed Ellen talking to Jo as Jo explained my Hunter Cover to her Mother. And by the time Ash and I had finished Ellen was on the phone to Bobby Singer to inform him of my cover.
As I packed up my gear Ellen walked over and handed me a slip of paper with a phone number and the name Bobby Singer.
"This is the guy who helps a lot of Hunters sell their covers as Feds and the like he is interested in your cover wants you to give him a call he wants to run some stuff by you to help out other Hunters."
I nodded. "I will give him a call once we are on the road. If it helps other Hunters, I'm all for it."
Dean helped me load the van with my gear as he checked out the Van and he gave it a nodded.
As he closed the door he smirked
"The A-Team Really?"
I nodded. "Helps sell the Hollywood and Special Effects part of it."
"You have put a lot of thought into this."
"Helps me keep the Bullshit straight. Don't have multiple covers to worry about just the Truth and it believable because people want to believe that there is no such thing as Monsters. I give them something they can use to explain away what they saw and it keeps me off the Law's Radar because everything I do is legal and above board as far as they know."
"As far as they know?" Dean asked his eyebrow cocked.
"Hey what the IRS Doesn't know won't hurt me."
Dean just looked shocked. "You pay Taxes?"
"Yep lets me write off my ammo and gas as business expenses and it gives me a paper trail to let people look into me to prove my story is true. It's like an onion my friend layers all of it engineered to keep my ass off cell block B, in the event the cops start looking into me."
Having spent more than a night or two in jail himself, Dean could see the benefit of what Joseph had done.
Flipping on the radio Dean couldn't help himself as the sounds of Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer started playing he started grooving to the music as Joseph pulled out of the Road House.
I looked back at the Road House and smiled as I saw Jo wave from the Window as we pulled away. I most definitely would be back.
…
Dean was in Hog Heaven. Literally as I had pulled into a place called Oscar's Smoke House in a town near the Bunker we were heading too and I introduced Dean to the most amazing Bacon Burgers and Mustard he had.
"Dude how did I never know about this place?"
"Hell if I know. But I do know that this is the place for anything you want to put on a grill."
Dean let out a small moan as he finished his burger and licked his fingers.
"We are stopping here again on the way back." He demanded.
"Sure."
A short while later we pulled up to an old logging road in what literally seemed like the middle of nowhere NY.
"So we are supposed to find a hidden Bunker of a Secret Society somewhere up there and it's going to help us find a way to cure Sam and those other people?"
"That's the hope Dean." I told him as I pulled the van up the road to a turnout part way up the road at the start of a hill.
"According to what I was told there are three old cabins at the top of this hill and just to the right of the cabins there is what looks like a stone building shaped like a chess rook in the woods. The Entrance to the bunker is there."
Dean just looked at me.
"What's a Rook?"
I had to roll my eyes. "The Castle Piece."
"Why didn't you just say that?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"Let's gear up. Don't know what's down there so we should going in heavy just in case."
Dean nodded.
I got out opened the side door and pulled out a trunk and started suiting up.
Dean looked at me like I was crazy.
"Dude what the hell is all that?"
"War suit for serious hunts."
"War suit?" Dean asked not quite believing his eyes.
"The Jump suit has be reinforced with Chainmail from a Shark bite diving suit. Light weight but strong in case of werewolves or anything that bites. Standard SWAT Vest for Ammo and Gear plus bulletproof vest inserts for protection. The Gloves have cold iron across the knuckles so they double as brass knuckles, and they will hurt a ghost as well and the screws in the iron are silver so it's good for shifters too. The Smoke Grenades I replaces the smoke with Holy Water so when they go off they create a holy water mist in a small area. The Shoulder Camera is my little Record Keeper so if I go down the images are transmitted to my laptop in the van if I don't enter the deactivation code the Laptop transmits the Video Files to a Hunter I know and trust so they know what they are dealing with and maybe it keeps them or whoever they send after it alive" As I explained Dean's eyes just kept getting wider and wider.
"What are you the hunting James Bond where did you get this shit?"
"Didn't get it I made it. I was studying to be a cop when I decided to hunt I took the tools the Police use for high risk operations and re-engineered it to work for Hunters so I would be as safe as possible do this job. Money well spent in my opinion."
"Do you have a spare?" Dean asked.
I just smiled and tossed Dean the Spare suit I had in the trunk.
Dean's eyes bulged out when I opened a hidden panel in the floor and removed a pair of Assault Shotguns.
"These are Dutch loaded with Solid Iron Slug Shells and Rock Salt Shells, so check your field of fire before you shoot."
"You must've been a Boy Scout when you were a kid." Dean commented.
"Well you're not really a Boy Scout until you eat your first Brownie." I replied.
Dean just snickered.
We started up the hill towards the cabins and to the Entrance of the Bunker.