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Chapter 7

Don't Shoot Your Shot

Dean Winchester pulled back the sheet of the latest victim and visibly grimaced. "Sloppy work, even for a monster."

Victoria Doyle used her gloved finger to poke at the victim's neck wounds. "It's almost as if this was a vampire, however, there is meat missing too."

The officer who let them into the morgue started audibly retching.

Victoria turned to him. "I said you could leave. And never repeat the word 'vampire' unless you are referencing a novel of some sort."

"Or TV show." Dean added.

The tall, slight man nodded and left the room holding his stomach, he was considerably paler than when they met him.

Dean was flipping through the autopsy report. "There was significant blood loss, along with several muscles, tendons, et cetera being 'removed'."

"So, along the lines of a vampire, although a sloppy one?"

Dean put the clipboard down. He put the sheet back over the man's face and closed the morgue drawer back. Victoria took off her gloves and threw them away. Dean followed suit.

"What the hell, Tor?"

"If I knew I could hear it."

"Newly turned Vamp?"

"Maybe, but if so, I should hear it, and if my theory is correct and the monster is Lucy, then the brain aneurysm does not make sense."

"Unless it was a cover. We gotta find the body."

Victoria gave him a questioning eyebrow.

"Alright, we gotta prove the body isn't there."

"I don't like digging."

"I don't care."

Dean rolled his eyes as Victoria watched the policemen dig up Lucy Waters' grave. She gave him a self-satisfied smirk.

"Dry-cleaning bills."

"Still?"

"Always."

Dean and Victoria looked on with anticipation as the officers opened the casket. Just as they surmised, it was empty.

Victoria and Dean were on their way back to the hotel when Victoria got a call.

"Hello"… "Yes, we'll be right there."

Victoria looked over at Dean. "There are two young women who want to speak to us."

"The girls you and Sam saw at the Diner?"

"More than likely."

Violet Timmons and Jo Morehouse were sitting nervously in a conference room at the police station. Victoria and Dean sat across from them at a rather long table.

"I'm Dean and this is Victoria. You wanted to talk to us?"

The girls looked at each other, wanting one to speak before the other. Violet, a young woman with pink at the ends of her light blonde hair, spoke first.

"We, uh, me, and Jo, umm… we think that our friend, uh, Lucy, who is, uh," Violet stopped talking for a moment and took a deep breath, "We think our dead friend is trying to kill us."

Victoria thought to herself, zombie? She closed her eyes and listened. No, not a zombie. Is it ever a zombie? Not a vampire. Not a ghoul. What the hell?

Dean clasped his hands together and put them on the table in front of him. "Violet, right?"

The girl nodded shakily.

"Violet, why do you think your friend is trying to kill you?"

"You believe us?"

"I've heard crazier, believe me."

Both the young women looked relieved, knowing they were going to be believed.

This time Jo, the young woman with dyed black hair and sad eyes spoke. "We were hanging out at my apartment earlier and there was a knock at the door. I was expecting a pizza, which is the only reason I opened it."

Dean nodded.

"It was Lucy. But not like normal Lucy, she looked dead. I screamed and she asked me for food. Food. I ran into the kitchen and got everything I could and threw it at her. Then she left."

Victoria texted Sam the food information. Victoria got up and left the room while muttering a 'Thanks' to Jo and Violet.

The asking of food caused something to 'click' in Victoria's brain. She couldn't figure out exactly what it was, and she knew she needed more info in order to retrieve the information she felt she might have stored.

"I need any reports you have of strange occurrences."

"Ma'am?" The tall, slight officer seemed confused, if not back to his normal skin color.

"Strange. Anything classified as 'odd' that people made a report on or called in. Anything."

Dean joined her at the front desk as the officer was printing papers.

"You just left."

"I do that."

"I don't like it."

"I don't care."

Victoria took the papers from the officer and sat on the floor, she began spreading the papers out in front of her. Dean rolled his eyes and followed suit.

She took pictures of the reports and sent them to Sam.

Dean grimaced at the papers. "Fecal matter smeared on gravestones, cow's udders being ripped off, what the hell?"

Victoria smiled as she received a message from Sam.

"She's an Obour."

Instantly, Victoria heard her. She left the papers on the floor and headed towards her car.

Dean quickly got up and followed her. He barely made it into the passenger seat before she took off. "Son of a Bitch, Tor."

"I'm sorry Dean. I just heard her and acted. I apologize."

"I get it. Are we going to call in Sam and Cas?"

"It's up to you."

"It's just her?"

"That's all I can hear."

"What's she thinking?"

"It's jumbled, and erratic. Mainly she's hungry. Very hungry."

"Right."

Victoria and Dean were standing in a cow pasture.

"She's here?"

"In the vicinity. I'm trying to guide us towards her. As I said, her thoughts are erratic and jump from thing to thing. Right now she's mainly thinking 'cow' and as you can see from our surroundings, that's not too entirely helpful."

As soon as she finished that sentence Victoria was struck from behind with a rather large rock. As she fell to the ground, her Kimber fell out of her coat pocket. Dean quickly picked it up before the man who struck Victoria could. He aimed it at the man with the rock, but Victoria knocked the guy onto the ground by kicking his legs before Dean could shoot.

Victoria held her head and healed it before talking to the man who she was now on top of. "Ugh, he's human." The man punched her in the stomach, catching her off guard. She fell over. In pure anger, Victoria rolled over and grabbed the man by his shirt and pinned him once more to the ground. This time she held his hands at his sides.

"Who are you?"

The man spit on her.

Victoria's eyes flashed purple and she could feel the man's fear.

"How hard Dean?"

Dean was still holding her gun unsure of what to do. He wanted to punch the guy in the face, but Victoria seemed to be taking care of it. "What?"

"How hard do I punch him? He's human."

"Oh, uh… one tenth Angel."

Victoria smiled somewhat cruelly as she removed her hands from the man and punched him. Repeatedly.

"Who are you?!"

The man spit out blood and looked at her. "Joshua, Bitch."

"Must be fun writing that on forms."

Dean snickered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Protecting her."

"Who?" Victoria had let her guard down. "Dean!" She yelled, "Three O'Clock!"

Dean turned the gun on a creature that resembled a woman but also looked like pure terror. It was almost skeletal, its milky skin stretched over bone.

"Food!" It yelled.

Victoria could see Dean's finger on the trigger, "Dean, don't…"

Before she could say the word 'shoot' Dean fired the Kimber, causing the creature to explode. There was absolutely no other word for it.

Bits of bone, flesh, organs, udders, hair, food in varying states of decay, and teeth splattered over all three of them and the surrounding field.

Victoria sat back and released her hold on Joshua. She wiped matter off her face and out of her eyes before dragging Joshua by his shirt and propping him up against a cow that was laying down.

"I am covered in things I cannot even describe to you. I am going to have to pack my coat into a box and ship it to Misses Umbridge in Georgia. She is not a pleasant woman, but she can get anything out of a coat. To sum up my present mood, I am not happy. Unless you tell me what the hell you are doing here and why the hell you hit me with a rock, I am going to be less happy. Understood?" Victoria flashed her eyes purple for emphasis.

Joshua nodded.

Dean took off his outer flannel and began wiping his face off with it. He started to wipe Tor's gun off too. He wondered what the hell she had loaded in that gun.

"I am, was Lucy's boyfriend." He paused.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Go on."

"We were having an argument, and uh, I pushed her, just a little, and she fell back and hit this rock and then she didn't move, and I uh…" He started crying.

"You Son of a Bitch." Dean growled. "You killed her. Did you pay someone off for the brain aneurysm story?"

"No, my Dad, my Dad is the medical examiner." He started crying even harder.

"Shut up!" Dean growled to the point where even Victoria jumped.

Joshua sobered up a bit and looked at them. "The night of her funeral, Lucy came to my house, asking for food, I thought I had a second chance, you know? To make things right."

"That didn't work out did it?"

Joshua shook his head at Dean. "She was just so hungry. She went to her parent's house and they were scared, and when they refused her food, she would eat them. It wasn't all at once, but after a while she killed them all. I took their bodies to the desert hoping it would look like some kind of animal attack."

Dean had enough. "Look, Tor, I say we waste him too."

Victoria looked at him.

"Right."

She looked at the man who was propped up against the cow. "If you move, we will waste you."

He nodded.

"I have to call this in. Why don't you head back to the hotel and get cleaned up? I'll meet you there after all this is taken care of."

"How are you gonna get back?"

"I'll have an officer drop me off. This will take a while."

Dean nodded. "You gonna be okay with him?"

Victoria nodded. "There is a sheet in the back of the car. Put it over the seat before you get in there or touch anything. I do not want to see one fragment of Obour on my baby."

Dean nodded.

"What the hell happened, Dean?" Sam asked his matter-soaked brother.

"Your girlfriend makes explosive ammo and doesn't tell anyone about it." Dean walked straight back to the bathroom.

"Where is Tor?"

"Tying up loose Obour ends. She'll be here later and I need a trash bag."

Cas and Jack looked towards the closed bathroom door in confusion. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

Victoria walked into the hotel room several hours later. Just like Dean, she went straight to the bathroom.

Two hours later she sat on the couch next to Sam.

"What the hell kind of ammo was that?"

Victoria looked at the eldest Winchester. "It was experimental. I was trying to create something that could kill anything."

"What were you gonna practice on?"

"I don't know Dean. I was going to try it in some type of controlled environment. I had no idea it would fall out of my pocket when I was hit over the head with a rock."

Sam looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I healed it. Thank you."

Dean scoffed and rubbed his eyes. "Tor, you're gonna have to get more familiar with the lore. It almost cost lives."

Cas looked at him somewhat defensively, "Dean, her training…"

"This isn't training, Cas. Yeah, she can fight. But she can't hear a thing unless she knows of it. That's gonna cause problems. Because, for some reason, obscure little sons of bitches are crawling out of the woodwork, and we gotta be as prepared as possible. So, when we get back home, you are gonna hit the books."

"And kid," Dean looked toward Jack.

Jack cocked his head to indicate he was paying attention.

"You're gonna have to learn to control those powers of yours. The golden eye thing, gotta figure it out. Your Aunt there can control the purple now, so she'll teach you."

Jack nodded.

"So, Mister Winchester, which am I to do first? Study every mythology ever or teach my nephew to control his glow?" Victoria smiled sarcastically.

"Both." Dean returned the sarcastic smile.