I didn't write it in last chapter but Chas is with his daughter so he won't be in here much, maybe mentioned but that's it.
Sam and Dean arrived in Glendive hours later. Sam dropped his brother off at a bar for him to do 'research', while he headed to check them in at a hotel. Heading into the lobby Sam was ready to get a room and crash, but fate was working against him as he heard a voice coming from the front desk.
Leaning against the desk Sam saw a tan trench coat and at first glance, almost mistook the annoyed Brit wearing it for Castiel. But it clearly wasn't. The blonde was being rather rude to the clerk, demanding a another room.
"Listen luv, it wasn't my fault the sheets hadn't been changed since the last pair slept there."
The clerk offered a smile and said, "I'll do what I can sir."
The blonde exhaled tapping his foot hinting at impatience. "'Bout time."
Sam wasn't going to say anything but this guy was being disrespectful when the lady was just trying to do her job. "Hey, no need to be like that."
The trench coat wearer turned allowing Sam to get a good look at him. Whoever he was, the man sized Sam up with judging eyes matched with a crooked smirk. "And who are you mate?"
"Who are you?" Sam retorted.
The blonde chuckled. "John Constantine. Don't overuse it a'right?"
"I found a new room for you sir. Here are your keys." The clerk said handing them to John.
The front door swung open behind him and with a glance over his shoulder, Sam saw a woman walking in his direction. She looked oddly familiar. Where he'd seen her had slipped his mind, but maybe not hers. As the brunette passed by she took notice of him, his brows furrowed in confusion as she paused in her step.
"Zed! Just in time, this lovely clerk here has got us a new room." John called out to Zed, unfreezing her.
"Yeah…" Zed mumbled drifting forward until she was by John's side. The woman mumbled something into his ear, and from the suspicious way he glanced at Sam the hunter felt that meant it couldn't have been good. The two left the lobby and Sam walked up, booked his room, and headed to it.
103…
The smell of cigarettes hit him head on. Sam was never fond of smoking, he hated the way it smelled and what it did to your body among other things. And standing outside his room doing that exact thing was the guy from earlier; John Constantine. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Just wanting some shuteye, he pulled the keys out ready to open the door when the silence was interrupted.
"Look, it's the bloke from earlier." Sam sighed ignoring the man, continuing to insert the key into the lock. As the door creaked open he was shoved from behind. With a grunt he spun around to see John waving his cigarette in the air, twirling around the hallway like he was drunk. Sam tsked closing the door behind him. When inside he peaked out of the blinds, just in time to see the man smushing his cigarette beneath his foot and heading into his room. "Idiot…" He mumbled. After a shower he found himself doing what he'd been wishing for all day; sleeping.
John leaned against the table shuffling through the numerous cards. "Frederick Peterson, FBI. Wilson Garnish, Homeland Security. Fake, fake, fake. I hate running into hunters. And it had to be Sam-bloody-Winchester at that."
Zed opened her eyes from where she was meditating on the bed to see John pocketing some money. "You're going to give his wallet back right?"
"'Course luv. At least now you know who you saw in your vision. Sam Winchester. If he's here his brother must be close." John said his tone hinting at distaste.
"Who are they?" Zed asked her interest piqued.
John rolled his eyes. "A bloody annoyance is who they are. They're hunters. People who fight the supernatural; vampires, ghouls, werewolves, demons, practically any being that terrorizes mortals. While we can exorcise the demon within and have a chance at saving the victim, they do the former but kill the host while they're at it."
Zed looked horrified. "They kill the demon as well as the host?"
John nodded a grim expression coming across his face. "Indeed. They prefer a fancy demon-killing knife over exorcisms I hear. That's why I hate working with them — I try to avoid them on the job in fact. They're monkeys who don't know when to leave well enough alone." He paced as he spoke, Zed followed his movements with her eyes leisurely.
Zed sighed rubbing her temples. She looked up at John her eyes showing fatigue. "I don't know about you but it's late and I'm tired. Can we pick up this conversation tomorrow with a cup of coffee?"
John paused in walking. He then grinned. "I'm knackered as well. Night-o." The two bid each other goodnight. Although it wasn't really night for they still took turns in the bathroom to change into their sleepwear before John slumped onto the couch and Zed the bed.
She felt bad she was taking the bed for their first night here, but it was just how it ended up. She rolled on different sides trying it out before she got comfy.
Although her body was tired the more she laid there the more her mind raced with unanswered questions. Have the hunters tried exorcising the demons? If so, did they just prefer their 'demon-killing knife' over a chance to save someone? What were they like?
She groaned, curling into a ball. A pillow was stuffed under her arms and her chin propped up on it. Her eyes drifted close, yet the previous exhaustion had faded away. Tomorrow, John said he'd answer her questions. But until then she felt her active mind wouldn't let her get a wink of sleep.
The next morning Zed absorbed the world of hunters through four cups of coffee and John's half-awake self as he tried his best to explain. From what she gathered, what they and the hunters did were similar lines of work.
"Feeling anything?" John asked addressing her visions.
Zed shook her head no. "Not since before we came."
The Brit extinguished the cigarette he'd been smoking in the ashtray. "That's a'right. In the meantime let's do some investigating." Pulling out a newspaper he'd bought earlier that morning he unfurled it with a swift motion going to the front page. "Here we are. Those two hunters are most likely in town for the kidnappings; five in this month alone all tots. What do you say in joining them?"
Zed tilted her head to peer at John, "I thought you didn't like working with hunters."
He huffed. "I don't. But those two were in your vision so best keep them close."
A smile grew on Zed's face. "Good point." She took one last sip of her coffee finishing it off. "Let's go."
Twenty minutes later they would arrive at the 4th house on Gresham where the mother of the missing child lived.
Sam and Dean rolled into the driveway. A policeman was still positioned outside the house, which meant they might encounter some problems trying to question the Cobalts.
"Let's get this over with." Dean muttered as he slipped on a pair on sunglasses, him suffering from a hangover. Walking up to the door the pair were stopped by an officer, but with a flash of their 'badges' Agents Hodges and Turnip were allowed in.
"You know I still haven't found my wallet." Sam reminded Dean.
"What you think I took it?" Sam only shrugged. "Piss of...Good morning Mrs. Cobalt." Dean changed his words smoothly as the mother abruptly came into the room.
The woman looked surprised to see them as well but offered a weak smile. "Good morning detectives. I know you're just doing your job but I don't think they need to send this many agents here. Just send whoever you can back out to work on finding my son."
Sam tilted his head asking, "This many agents?"
The mother jerked a finger over her shoulder and two others stepped into the room. Both who Sam recognized. One an annoying Brit, and the other a woman he saw the night before.
Constantine smirked at the two hunters. "Hello chaps."
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