Hey everyone! So so so very sorry that's it's been so long since I updated! I've moved house, nearly lost my job, then didn't then had to deal with setting up a whole new place! Thanks for everyone who stuck with me and everyone who keeps reviewing! Hope you enjoy this chapter- Sorry if it's a little rushed I just wanted to get something out there =) Enjoy!
I was sat on the mattress and just watched Dean as he pulled on his t-shirt. I still couldn't believe I was back in the driving seat. I couldn't believe I was the one making the shots and my voice was being herd. It was weird, I had gotten so used to just being the voice in the head, no one knew about or herd. Dean turned to me as his head popped out from the top of his t-shirt.
"Hey, what ya thinking?" He asked as he bobbed down in front of me and gave me that big warm smile I'd been dying to see for months. I reached out and put my hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. Dean put his hand over mine and smiled more.
"Just glad to be back." I admitted, my eyes going from his beautiful emerald green eyes to his full kissable lips. I lent forward and kissed him softly on the lips, smiling at the same time. Dean kissed back, more eager, his tongue making my mouth open as he gently pushed me backwards onto the mattress. Dean straddled me as I laid on my back and smiled up to my husband. He smirked back at me with that damn sexy cheeky school boy grin and dropped on top of me, kissing my lips once more. My hands raced up and down his back enjoying the curve of his spine and the way it met his backside.
"I love you." Dean said looking straight into my eyes as we broke for air. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek.
"I love you too." I smirked looking up at him, my heart racing as I laid under him. Dean lent down to kiss me again.
"Whoa! Get... get a sign or something!" Sam cried out walking into the room. Dean groaned as he pushed himself up off me and held out his hand for me to take. "Sorry guys, we're heading out... Bobby wanted me to let you know." Sam said looking anywhere but at me and Dean. I smirked at Dean shaking my head a little as he helped me up.
"Great timing Sam." Dean grunted as he walked over to his bag and picked it up.
"I'm sorry." Sam cried out holding his hands in the air. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"Don't worry, we were getting up anyway." I joked, glancing at Dean.
"I wasn't getting up." He muttered as we walked out the room.
We drove all day to reach Hammonton, New Jersey to check out a case. We pulled up to a abandoned house. Sam and Dean started to try and sort out the electrics while Bobby and I unloaded the cars. I grabbed mine and Dean's duffel bags and closed the boot to my Camero.
"How you feeling girl? Think your ready for a hunt?" Bobby asked as I turned to him. He looked worried for me and I knew why. A couple of weeks ago I was on my death bed, literally. I was on the verge of becoming trapped in my own mind and dying, then I came back and I hadn't really spent that long resting. Unless you count the time I spent in bed with Dean. You probably don't do you? Anyway my point, I was back on my feet and Bobby was worried I was rushing things.
"Sure." I nodded hitching my bag onto my shoulder. "I feel great." I said looking him dead in the eyes. He didn't look to convinced.
"Girl, you can take it easy, you don't have to prove anything to any of us." He added as he grabbed a few things and we walked into the house.
"Bobby I'm not trying to prove anything." I sighed as we walked into the living room and dumped our stuff. Dean was stood at the fuse box messing with the wires, he turned to us with a raised eyebrow.
"Everything ok?" He asked looking from me to Bobby.
"Yeah." I sighed putting our bags down. I went back out and grabbed some more stuff, Bobby caught me before I could go back in the house.
"I just want you to be safe." Bobby said putting his hands on my shoulders. "You three are all I got left now."
"I know Bobby." I said softly, squeezing one of his hands. "I promise, if I started to feel off, I will let you guys take the hunt and I'll just research the crap out of it. Deal?" I asked with a smirk.
"Deal." Bobby smirked back moving so that I could get in the house. I dropped the rest of the stuff in my hands as Sam walked down the stairs with gloves on.
"Did you strip enough wire?" Sam asked as he walked into the living.
"Yes, I stripped enough wire." Dean sighed looking at his baby brother. I put a light on the table just in case and lent on it watching the two guys work.
"All right." Sam nodded attaching the cable to the stripped wires, electricity crackled and the lights came on. Dean smirked at me and Sam.
"See? Told you." He added walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Bobby walked into the house as Sam sat at the table. Me, Dean and Bobby were stood around it. "Well, isn't this cozy?" Dean asked leaning on my shoulder.
"Yeah. Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on any more." Sam sighed looking at Dean.
"Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's Bible on this. Everybody's out to get you- paranoia is just plain common sense." Bobby sighed. I took a deep breath and nodded.
"Weeks, guys. Weeks." Dean said standing up straight, but kept his arms around my waist. "We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets, cold freaking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?" He asked looking at all of us.
"What else can we do?" I asked with a shrug, turning the best I could to see Dean.
"How many big mouths are out there, running card traces, like Chet, or hunting us down God knows what ways? No, now's not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it." Bobby added when suddenly sparks flew and all the lights went out. Sam turned on the lamp I put on the table.
"That's... just great." Dean said sarcastically. "This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third The World's Screwed issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already." Dean said walking over to the couch and unrolling his sleeping bag before sitting on it and pulling a beer out of the cool box.
"Someone's got to do it." Sam said plainly.
"What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?" Dean asked looking at all of us.
"You think the world wants to end?" Sam asked confused.
"I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada woulda offed itself already." Dean admitted with a nod. He was being serious and I didn't really know what to say.
"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head." Bobby sighed. Dean shook his head and laid down on the couch. "So, what's the guff?" Bobby asked as both me and him sat around the table with Sam.
"Well, uh, there have been a rash of sightings all over the southern pine barrens- a strange, fast-moving, human-like creature. Locals even have a name for it." Sam explained passing out a print out of an internet search. It said Jersey Devil Reported and had a weird picture with this thing with wings and webbed feet.
"The Jersey Devil? I thought that was just local tall-tale crap." Bobby scoffed shaking his head as he looked up at Sam.
"The area's history of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, others horns, a...a tail." Sam explained passing us another print out.
"The Jersey Devil is a legendary creature or cryptid said to inhabit the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey. The creature is often described as a flying biped with hooves, but there are many variations. To date the most raucous reports of the Jersey Devil was in 1909 where hundred of people had testified to the sightings. There had been many sightings of the creature since 1909. Recently a farmer in Jersey had reported disturbances and killing of his livestock..." I read from the page and looked up at the guys confused.
"And, uh, oh yeah, a horse's head." Sam pointed to another picture.
"Of course, the sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head." Dean added from the couch.
"Could be a shape shifter kind of thing?" I shrugged having no idea what a Jersey Devil would look like.
"Sounds kind of mixed up." Bobby stated as we looked at the different pictures.
"Yeah, kind of like it should be fighting a Japanese robot." Dean added smirking.
"Well, mixed up or not, it sounds like it might just have a body count." Sam sighed passing us both a newspaper article to read.
"Camping high season harshed by human burrito?" Bobby looked at Sam and Dean utterly confused.
"Yeah. Something hung a camper up in a tree, then ate him alive right through his sleeping bag. His wife hasn't been seen, either. Plus, there have been four other missing persons reported in the last three weeks. State troopers - get this - are saying it's a rogue bear." Sam added and I smirked shaking my head.
"Awesome." I joked.
"Yeah, of course, when was the last time you saw a bear string up its own piñata?" Dean asked looking over at us.
"Some thing's out there in the woods. Hey, we're going honest to goodness wilderness hunting. I haven't used my .30-30 in a while." Bobby said actually getting excited about having to go out in the woods and hunt something.
"Okay, Davey Crockett, well, safari's gonna have to wait till tomorrow and after our suit-and-tie dance. We'll make sure this is not just some backwoods crack head who likes to roll glampers." Dean sighed before taking a sip of his beer.
"What the hell's a glamper?" Bobby asked screwing his face up.
"Sam?" Dean asked closing his eyes.
"High-end camper. TV, A.C., Wi-Fi. Back to nature, zero inconvenience." Sam explained and Bobby just looked utterly disgusted by the thought of them.
"That's idiotic." Bobby blurted out.
"Yeah. Some people just don't know how to live." Sam added and I smirked at him while Bobby rolled his eyes.
Me and Bobby went into the morgue to check out the latest body that had been found while Sam and Dean went to talk to the Ranger who found it. We were led to the morgue and then left to examine the body.
"Wow, that's a mess." I said pulling on some rubber gloves.
"Geez, what the hell happened to this thing?" Bobby asked poking it with a stick. "I mean, it's hardly a cadaver." He cried out.
"Well, I guess we should see if we can find anything useful." I sighed with a small smile to Bobby. "You wanna cut?" I asked holding the scalpel.
"Oh no, enjoy." Bobby smirked as he looked at some of the bite marks on the flesh.
"Thanks." I muttered holding my breath as I stuck the blade in.
"You're the one who said they were ready to hunt again." Bobby added smirking at me.
"Hunt, not cut open..." I sighed rolling my eyes. It didn't take long to open the cadaver up because it had been ripped apart anyway. I routed around inside and tried to see what was missing and what had just been turned to smushed organs.
"You find anything?" Bobby asked as I took a deep breath after stepping away from the cadaver.
"Well yeah... I found a ventricle and some of bits, no claw marks that look like it could be a werewolf. So at least I narrowed it down a little, you?" I asked pulling off the gloves and throwing them in the nearest bin.
"Yeah, these bite marks, take a look." Bobby said holding up some flap of flesh. I walked over and took a closer look. "What do you see?" He asked me.
"Bite marks..." I shrugged turning to him.
"But the size, there too small to be Leviathans." Bobby pointed out.
"Oh, that's some great news. Those things... I actually hate them." I admitted with a shiver.
"You remember them?" Bobby asked watching me closely.
"I... So the fact there's a cadaver means it isn't a Wendigo either, right?" I asked changing the topic. I remember everything. I remembered Purgatory. I was trying my best to repress it and at least for the last couple of weeks it was working. He stood there with a worried look on his face. I knew Bobby too well to know he was just going to leave it.
"Girl, do you remember them?" Bobby asked looking me dead in the eyes. He was so worried for me, it actually made me feel bad for avoiding the question.
"Look, I...I remember." I said looking down at the cadaver. I couldn't face his eyes.
"Remember?" Bobby asked softly.
"Yes, I remember everything." I said meeting his eyes. Bobby gave me the saddest of smiles and looked liked someone had kicked his puppy. "I close my eyes to sleep and it's there. It's always there." I admitted barely above a whisper.
"Have you told-" Bobby started to ask.
"No! No and you can't!" I snapped seriously. "I can't let them know. I mean, they have enough to deal with. I can handle this." I said looking at Bobby he didn't look impressed.
"That's what Sam said." Bobby grumbled.
"I'm not Sam," I sighed. "Bobby, I can handle it. I promise."
"You need to talk to someone. It you cant keep it locked up inside girl." Bobby said shaking his head a little.
"I'm talking to you, aren't I? I mean doesn't that count?" I asked with a small smile.
"You know it's not the same." Bobby frowned.
"Why not? I mean you're always gonna be here to talk to. I just don't want to add to the pile of crap on Dean's shoulders right now." I sighed.
"Girl..." Bobby sighed shaking his head a little as he caved. "You'll be the death of me one day." He smiled softly.
"So we can keep it between us for now?" I asked giving him a genuine smile.
"Yeah, now let's go find those eijets and tell them what we found." Bobby said pulling off his gloves too.
We got to Biggerson's Sizzlin' Grill and Bar and spotted Sam and Dean talking to the ranger who had called in the missing bodies. They spotted us and walked over to us.
"So?" Dean asked as he reached us. I glanced at Bobby and shook my head.
"Well, we took a look at the cadaver -what's left of it. Not a happy camper. Don't have any stats on a Jersey Devil, but the bite radius on the vic's wounds -it's too small for a Leviathan." Bobby explained.
"The guys still got a ventricle, and some bits, so it's not a werewolf attack." I added plainly.
"And a wendigo don't leave no scraps." Bobby finished.
"Hmm. Lunch?" Dean asked thinking about it.
"Starving." Bobby replied rubbing his stomach a little. I smirked, only Bobby could be starving after delving into what all could be called mush of human. Dean stopped a male waiter.
"Hey! Uh, Brandon. We grab a booth?" Dean asked checking the guys name badge.
"Hey, uh, douchewad, a hostess will seat you. Do I look like a freaking hostess?" The guy asked giving us a lot of attitude.
"Do you want to look like a hostess?" Dean asked looking confused. I glanced at Sam and sniggered a little. Brandon did not look impressed and just walked away from us.
"That didn't really make sense, what you... said." Sam said looking at Dean.
"What was that?" Dean asked throwing his arms out to us.
"I sure hope we don't get Brandon's section." Bobby muttered as we watched Brandon walk away.
Unfortunately we did get put in the rather charming Brandon's area. Man the guy was worse than Bobby on the three day of a vampire hunt. Brandon brought our food and added his delightful colour commentary to our choices.
"Sidewinder soup and salad combo goes to Big Bird." He said passing Sam his food, then he turned to Dean. "TDK slammer to Ken Doll." At which Dean really didn't seem impressed. Then it was my turn. "A simple salad for Mary Poppins," Then he passed Bobby his plate. "And a little heart-smart for creepy uncle."
"What is your problem?" Dean asked looking at Brandon in disbelief.
"You are my problem!" Brandon shouted at Dean before storming off. We were all sat there a little shocked.
"Oh, Brandon's got his flare all up in a bunch." Bobby commented as he walked off.
"Yeah. There goes his 18%." Sam joked as we started to eat our food.
"Anyway, chief ranger- I don't think he believes in the Jersey Devil." Dean explained.
"Oh, oh, by the way, did he seem a little, uh, stoned to you?" Sam asked looking at me and Bobby.
"Ranger Rick? Yeah. Definitely growing his own on the back 40 and smoking all the profits." Dean said before biting into his sandwich.
"He did seem to think that there was something-" Sam started to say when Dean cut him off.
"Oh, that is good sandwich!" Dean said talking with his mouthful.
"What the hell did you get?" Bobby asked confused. Dean turned the card on the table around so that Bobby could see it.
"New Pepperjack Turducken Slammer -limited time only." Dean explained still with a mouthful of food.
"Bunch of birds shoved up inside each other. Shouldn't play God like that." Bobby said pulling a face.
"Hey, don't look at me sideways from that, that Chinese chicken geezer salad there, okay? This is awesome. Like the perfect storm of your top-three edible birds." Dean said as he went to take another massive bite. I turned to Sam and just rolled my eyes.
"Wow, I married a charmer..." I sighed sharing a smirk with Sam.
"All right, any ways, um... The ranger did seem to think there was something out in Wharton Forest." Sam explained as Dean just continued to fall in love with his sandwich.
"Well, then I'd say it's safari time." Bobby admitted. Suddenly we herd voices being raised.
"She's big-boned!" A man cried out.
"Look at her! You're telling me she's not fat?" Brandon asked shouting at the guy.
"Hey." The guy replied.
"Up yours, Mike. Shove it right up yours!" Brandon yelled taking off his apron, throwing it on the floor and storming out of the restaurant.
"Well, anyway, back to bigger and better things." Dean smirked as he went to continue to eat his sandwich.
We went back to the house and changed into more comfortable clothes. We packed up a few back packs with stuff we might need and loaded up our rifles. Bobby was actually really excited about going into the woods. We gathered our things and headed out into the woods. Bobby was taking point leading us through the forest tracking things. It was really impressive watching him track. Bobby paused and pulled off a tuft of hair from a bush.
"Couple of bucks. Head-butting over turf probably. Pretty sure the other fella won." Bobby said before getting up and continuing. We all glanced at each other impressed with Bobby.
"I guess I forgot. Before you were a hunter, you were actually a...hunter." Sam explained as we walked further.
"Yeah, well, we shot our dinner when I was a kid." Bobby explained as we walked.
"You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know." Dean smirked as we walked.
"Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer." Bobby explained with a smile.
"You're talking about Bambi, man." Dean said shaking his head.
"You don't shoot Bambi, jackass," Bobby paused as Dean turned to him looking surprised. "You shoot Bambi's mother." He added and the pair shared a smirk. We continued walking when we herd flies. We looked around and found a very bloody arm hanging from a tree.
"Well, looks like we found Phil." Dean sighed as we all looked at it.
It took Ranger Rick a fair few hours to get out to us in the woods. It was dark by the time he showed. We met him as he pulled up his truck. He climbed out and I knew what Sam meant about him being stoned.
"Special agents. Listen, I got your call. But I'm not sure I got what you were saying." Ranger Rick said confused and kind of stoned. Dean shook his head and pointed towards the arm with his flash light.
"Hey. I think we found Phil." Ranger Rick said calmly.
"That's what I said." Dean smirked to him. I just rolled my eyes.
"Uh, I should probably call this in." Rick said throwing his thumb back to the truck but he just stood there.
"Yeah." I nodded and turned to Sam with wide eyes. I couldn't believe how stoned the guy was. "Is this guy for real?" I mouthed to Sam who just nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. Solid move, Rick." Sam added shaking his head as Ranger Rick walked to his car to call it in.
"Uh, this is Ranger Evans up at Acher's Point. Come in. Uh, repeat. This is Chief Ranger Evans." Ranger Rick said into the radio. I thought I herd something moving in the darkness. But then again, it could have been my imagination playing up on me. I had noticed in the dark, I herd scratching, I put it down to the Leviathan crap.
"Chief Ranger, go ahead." The woman on the radio replied.
"I have a situation out at Acher's Point." Ranger Rick explained.
"Ranger, I think we've got company." Bobby said as the guys picked up on the noise as well.
"Yeah? Who's that?" Ranger Rick asked happy that someone else might be there; suddenly something dragged him off into the trees. It was fast, really fast.
"Ranger!" I cried out as we rushed to where the Ranger had been stood.
"Ranger Evans! Ranger!" Sam yelled as we looked up at the trees with our flash lights for any sign of the guy. We could hear the guy being pulled through the tree tops but we just couldn't see him. Whatever had him, was strong and fast.
"It's got him up in the trees. Lights off." Bobby ordered as we all looked up in the trees. Bobby turned his own flash light off.
"What?" Dean asked lowering his rifle.
"Wait, Bobby, you think that's really a good idea?" Sam asked as both me and him lowered our rifles.
"Shut up, shut off, and listen." Bobby barked. We didn't need telling twice. We turned off our lights and listened to the sounds. "Damn thing's eating Rick." Bobby said as we all raised our rifles in the general direction the noise was coming from.
"Man, I liked Rick." Dean sighed sounding bummed out. Me, Sam and Bobby all gave Dean a disbelieved look before going back to try and find the damn thing. Bobby closed his eyes and took a few slow deep breathes before firing. A second later a hominid like creature fell to the floor holding onto Ranger Ricks arm.
"Wow. Nice shot, Bobby." Dean said shocked and impressed.
"That is amazing." I added just as shocked and impressed.
"Seriously." Sam added in the same tone.
"We all got our gifts." Bobby shrugged softly.
"What about the rest of Ranger Rick?" Dean asked looking back up to the trees.
"Ranger called in his 10-20. His own will find him. We got crap to do." Bobby sighed looking down at the bloody arm of Ranger Rick.
We got hominid thing back to the abandoned house we were stopping at and Sam and Dean laid it out on the table.
"Built like a supermodel, but the thing was strong. That's for damn sure. Carried a full-grown man up a tree in nothing flat." Bobby sighed as we all stood around looking at the thing.
"But, it only took one bullet to bring it down." Sam said confused.
"And not even a silver bullet, just a bullet-bullet." Dean shrugged. Suddenly as if on queue the damn thing jumped up and stood on the table. Without a moments hesitation we all pulled our hand guns and emptied a clip into the damn thing before it fell back on the table. Sam and Dean let out a couple of heavy breathes as I just reloaded my hand gun.
"First one must have just stunned it." Bobby sighed glancing at us.
"We sure it's dead now then?" I asked looking at the thing for any sign of life.
"Pretty sure girl." Bobby replied with a nod.
"All right, well, let's check its hulk pants for some ID." Dean sighed walking over and checking it's pockets, pulling out a wallet. The wallet was covered in some kind of goo. I mean that was the best word I had for it anyway.
"Oh, that is just gonna ruin the leather." Dean said examining the goo and it's effect on the wallet. Sam took the wallet from Dean giving him a disapproving look. I glanced at Bobby with a confused look.
"Are you feeling okay?" Bobby asked as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, I feel great." Dean replied with a smile.
"Are you sure?" I asked carefully.
"Yeah, yeah!" Dean smiled at me.
"Gerald Browder, uh, lived here in town, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes... 235 pounds." Sam read out as we all turned to the body on the table. No way in a million years was that body 235 pounds.
"Whoa." Dean said sounding astonished.
"Well, apparently, he's lost a little pudge." Bobby added.
"Maybe it's a-a lap-band side effect." Dean joked running his hands across his chest. None of us laughed we just gave Dean a weird look. Bobby picked up and stick and poked inside one of the bullet holes before pulling out it out. The stick was covered in the same grey goo that was on the wallet.
"What the hell? I think we better have a look under Gerald's hood." Bobby said glancing at us. We grabbed some gloves, and forceps and dived into the creature. The smell was worse than the smell of the body we were looking at in the medical examiners.
"For the record- this is the most disgusting thing I've hunted." I said trying not to breath through my nose. Sam nodded as we looked at the organs.
"God! Its organs are swimming in the stuff." Bobby cried out as he tried not to smell the vile scent too. Dean walked in, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He'd been acting more and more weird since we went to the forest and I was starting to wonder what was wrong with him.
"You guys getting hungry? I'm hungry." Dean announced looking at us.
"Are you... can you not smell this?" I asked shocked and Dean just shrugged and took a sip of his drink.
"I'm hungry." He added. I turned to Sam and he shrugged, it looked like I wasn't the only one picking up on Dean's behaviour.
"What's that?" Sam asked returning to examine the body. I looked and nearly gipped.
"His stomach. For a guy on a diet, Gerry here packed it in pretty good." Bobby said slicing it open. The thing was packed full of things.
"That's human right there." Sam said pointing to something.
"That's fresh Rick. Let's see. Plus... a pine cone? Pack of gum in the wrapper." Bobby said pulling things out and popping them into the bucket.
"That's gotta be older. Maybe, maybe Ranger Phil or the camper?" I suggested pointing to some of the body parts packed into his stomach.
"What's that?" Bobby asked pointing to something.
"Looks like a- yeah, that's a- that's a cat's head." Sam explained as he pulled out a cat's head and placed it in the bucket with the rest of the stomachs contents.
"A glamper or two is one thing, but you got to be damn hungry to eat a cat's head." Bobby scoffed as we stood over the body.
"Mm-hmm." Sam said pulling a face at the smell.
"Well, lookit here. I'm no Dr. Oz, but..." Bobby said pulling out a large, spongy, black object from the body. "I think that's his adrenal glands." Bobby said astonished at the gland.
"Okay. And?" Sam asked confused.
"Well... it's meant to be the size of a hotel bar of soap. Not to mention bright orange. That is just..." I explained as me, Bobby and Sam winced at the horrible smell.
"Ooh! All right, that might help explain the strength. Um, but whatever this thing is, it's not the Jersey Devil, but it sure as hell ain't Gerald Browder any more." Sam explained as we all tried to hide the smell. It was damn nasty. Me and Bobby nodded in agreement.
"Okay, guys, seriously. It's time for dinner?" Dean suddenly asked and we all turned to him shocked. He genuinely just look hungry and didn't care that we were autopsying a monster that smelt worse than anything I'd ever smelt.
We went back to the Biggerson place to get Dean some food. He ordered that weird triple bird sandwich and the rest of us just got coffees. Sam read out the missing persons report for the guy we had laying in out kitchen.
"Gerald Browder, 35, self-employed. Air-conditioning repairman. Missing person number three. Disappeared eight days ago." Sam explained as he pulled up his web site. I took a glance and couldn't believe that it was the same guy. Something really bad had happened to him and what was worse is that we had no idea what.
"Well, that explains all the people who got eaten in the last eight days." Bobby commented before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah. Question is, what happened to him?" Sam asked looking at us.
"I've never seen anything like this before." I said shaking my head and taking a sip of my coffee. Dean was sat opposite me and started to take larger bites of his sandwich groaning as he ate. I just sat opposite him with a blank expression. I'd herd Dean make that kind noise before... not necessary at food though. I glanced to Bobby who shrugged his shoulders.
"Dean. Uh, so, what do you think?" Sam asked his big brother who was in love with his food.
"I'm not that worried about it." Dean said with a mouth full of food.
"Excuse me?" Bobby asked as surprised as me and Sam was. This wasn't like Dean at all.
"That's funny, right? I could give two shakes of a rat's ass. Is that right? Do rats shake their ass, or is it something else? Eh." Dean shrugged his shoulders before going back to his sandwich. Sam started to look around at the other customers eating the same sandwich.
"Dean? You feeling...um... yourself?" I asked carefully watching him closely.
"Yeah! I'm great." He replied with another mouth full of food.
"Give me that." Sam said snatching Dean's sandwich out of his hands.
"Whoa, whoa! Why?" Dean cried out like a kid who's had their ice cream taken off them.
"There's some funky chicken in the TDK Slammer, ain't there?" Bobby asked as we all looked at the sandwich.
"Yeah." Sam replied before taking a sniff and recoiling in disgust. Needless to say we grabbed the sandwich, Dean and headed back to the house to check it out. Bobby put the sandwich wrapped in a foil swan down on a plate on the table as Dean went to stand near the sink.
"This is stupid. My sandwich didn't do anything. I don't know what you think you're gonna find." Dean said watching us as Sam unwrapped his food.
"There's something wrong with you, Dean." Bobby said and Dean just pulled a face as he climbed onto the counter to sit.
"Are you kidding? I'm fine! I - I actually feel great. The best I've felt in a couple months. Cass? Black goo? I don't even care any more. And you know what's even better? I don't care that I don't care. I just want my damn slammer back." Dean smirked as I walked over to him. I looked slightly worried because I'd never seen Dean, well stoned and his total lack of caring about anything, it threw me.
"Dean." I said putting my hand on his leg.
"No really Megan, I'm, I am super! I mean I just, just don't care any more! It's amazing! Maybe you guys should have a sandwich?" Dean smirked at us.
"Dude, you are completely stoned, just like Ranger Rick was." Sam said shaking his head at his big brother.
"Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's. And everybody's loving the Turducken." Bobby said as we all looked at the sandwich.
"I think you pissed off my sandwich." Dean commented as grey goo seeped out of the meat. It was disgusting. "That- that's in me?" Dean asked looking at us as more goo poured out.
"O-only half of it." Sam said with a shrug.
"Does that snot look familiar?" Bobby asked looking at me and Sam.
"Least we have an idea of what's happening now." I said plainly.
"Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head... and is currently turning Dean into an idiot-" Sam said.
"I'm right here. Right here." Dean said pointing to himself.
"Is in the Turducken Slammer at Biggerson's." Bobby said ignoring Dean.
"Yeah." I sighed looking at the meat.
"It's in the meat." Bobby stated.
"If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke." Dean replied and we all just looked at him gone out. He was so stoned. Bobby told us to get ready to head out. He wanted us to find out where Biggerson's got their meat from and hopefully track it to the source. I was stood in the living room packing up a bag of supplies when Sam walked in.
"Hey, where's Dean?" Sam asked walking over to me.
"Bobby's making him drink some coffee." I shrugged. "He's so stoned." I smirked a little.
"He needs it." Sam sighed sitting on the arm of the sofa. "How are you doing?" He asked looking at me.
"Me?" I asked confused.
"Yeah Megan, how are you?" Sam asked smiling at me. I paused and thought about it for a few seconds.
"I am... fine." I shrugged. It wasn't a total lie, I was coping, thus fine.
"This is your first hunt back. I just... I mean it's getting more complicated by the second. You sure you can handle it?" Sam asked throwing me the big puppy dog eyes.
"I can handle it Sam." I sighed picking up my back pack. Sam opened his mouth to say something else when Dean walked in holding a cup of coffee.
"Bobby's mean." Dean muttered like a three year old. "He wont let me have my sandwich back."
"Dude, you do remember the goo right?" Sam asked shaking his head as I walked over to him.
"Yeah, but I mean... I've already ate half of it, so what's the harm?" Dean shrugged.
"You'll turn into the thing in the kitchen baby." I said walking over to him. "It's not cool."
"But I want my sandwich!" Dean pouted.
"I tell you what, after we go track the meat I'll buy you a sandwich, ok?" I asked giving Dean a big smile.
"Ok! I'll get my stuff." Dean smirked as he walked off. I turned to Sam and he looked worried.
"I'm not going to buy him one Sam. It was just to make him get ready." I replied dryly before walking out the room.
We got to the back of the Biggerson building and Dean was passed out in the back snoring his head off. Sam and Bobby were sat up front and I was kind of sat in the middle.
"How's he doing?" Sam asked glancing at Dean.
"He's sleeping it off. Tryptophan coma." Bobby said watching the place.
"So, you think he's okay?" Sam asked glancing at me and Bobby. I gave Sam a confused look.
"Yeah, he's all right." Bobby said plainly.
"Good. So you don't worry about him?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean? Before the Turducken?" Bobby asked looking at Sam.
"Yeah. Yeah, I kind of mean more like, uh... more like ever since my head broke... Megan died... and we lost Cass. I mean, you ever feel like he's- he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean, you know?" Sam asked and I looked at the pair.
"How could he be?" Bobby asked confused.
"Right, yeah, but what if-" Sam started to say.
"What if what, Sam? You know, you worry about him. All he does is worry about you. Who's left to live their own life here? The two of you- aren't you full up just playing Snuffleupagus with the Devil all the live long?" Bobby asked looking at Sam.
"I don't know, Bobby. Seeing Lucifer's fine with me." Sam said softly.
"Excuse me?" I asked as I sat up so that I could talk to the pair.
"Come again?" Bobby asked at the same time.
"Look, I'm not saying it's fun. I mean, to be honest with you, I,I kind of see it as the best-case scenario. I mean," Sam said pressing the cut on his hand. "At least all my craze's under one umbrella, you know? I kind of know what I'm dealing with. A lot of people got it worse." Sam explained. I turned to Bobby and he shared a stunned look with me.
"You always were one deep little son of a bitch." Bobby said breaking the silence. I smiled at him as a lorry came to deliver some meat.
"Wait, wait, wait. Here we go." Sam said as we watched the lorry driver unload some meat and then start to drive away.
"Well, I guess we follow him." Bobby shrugged starting his engine.
We fallowed the truck to the warehouse and watched the place for any sign of what the hell was happening. Dean had woke up and we were once again feeding him coffee like there was no tomorrow. He didn't seem stoned any more and I for one was great full for it.
"That's weird, right? I mean, national franchise like Biggerson's getting meat from a place that looks like it wholesale's Hong Kong knockoffs." Sam said as he watched the driver get out with his binoculars.
"Okay. Yeah. It's a little weird." Dean replied sipping on his coffee.
"All right, well, I guess we wait till they close up shop, go take a look around?" Sam asked glancing at everyone.
"Hang on." Bobby said as a car pulled up to the warehouse and Edgar climbed out. The truck driver from before came out to meet him.
"No. Edgar." Sam said looking at all of us. I felt Dean's eyes fall on me and I turned to meet them. I don't think there was any way for me to hide my fear for those creatures.
"Leviathans." Dean said as we watched Edgar help Brandon whose head is covered with a hood out of the boot of his car and into the warehouse. "Son of a bitch." Dean added shaking his head.
"What the hell is going on?" Bobby asked utterly confused. Sam went to go check out the outside of the warehouse and left me with Bobby and Dean. Dean sat in the passenger side seat and I sat behind Bobby. There was a thick silence between us and I knew the pair of them wanted to ask if I was going to be ok with the Leviathans.
"Just ask." I said checking my handgun for the fifth time. Bobby sighed as he turned to Dean.
"You remember it?" Dean asked watching me closely. I glanced to Bobby who held a stone face.
"No, not really." I lied and then looked at my gun. "Doesn't mean I don't remember fighting the bastards on Earth. I still remember everything I did." I explained looking back up at the guys.
"You remember freezing when you first fought them?" Bobby asked me.
"Yes sir. I remember looking at Cass and seeing what they really look like. Teeth and all." I added loading the clip in the gun.
"Are you going to freeze again?" Dean asked me. I paused and looked him dead in the eyes. I had no idea. They scared me. They really scared me and there was no forgetting that fact.
"I honestly don't know." I replied honestly. Dean looked over to Bobby with a worried look.
"Maybe you should sit this one out then girl." Bobby said throwing me the puppy dog eyes.
"If I sit this one out, then I'll have to sit out every single fight." I replied cocking my gun. "I need to go and fight. I can't sit back and worry about you guys."
"You feel like your gonna freeze, you tell me, straight away. You hear me?" Dean asked me firmly.
"Yes." I said before going back to playing with my gun.
Bobby thought it would be best if I got some sleep while things were quiet. I couldn't sleep, but I pretended; I was curled in the back seat with my head resting on the back of Bobby's head rest. I could hear everything that was happening.
"There's nothing happening back here at all." Sam said over speaker phone.
"Yeah, okay, Sam. Well, they're pretty dug in, so why don't you finish circling and head on back?" Bobby replied.
"Right." Sam said before Bobby hung up.
"How's your head?" Bobby asked Dean and there was a small pause.
"Well, I think the slammer's pretty much wore off. In between that and the 20 cups of coffee, I'm nicely tense and alarmed." Dean joked.
"I wasn't talking about that." Bobby replied.
"Oh, Bobby, don't- don't go all Sigmund Freud on me right now, okay? I just got drugged by a sandwich." Dean muttered sulking slightly. I herd Bobby turn to check to see if I was a sleep before speaking again.
"I want to talk about your new party line." Bobby said plainly.
"Party? What are you talking about? I don't even vote." Dean asked confused.
"The world's a suicide case. We save it, it just steals more pills?" Bobby asked sarcastically.
"Bobby, I'm here, okay? I'm on the case. What's the problem?" Dean grumbled.
"I've seen a lot of hunters live and die. You're starting to talk like one of the dead ones, Dean." Bobby said seriously.
"No, I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it, when they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered." Dean bit back angry at Bobby.
"Oh, you poor, sorry... You're not a person." Bobby said shaking his head.
"Thanks." Dean replied sarcastically.
"Come on, now. You tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben. And now here you are with a mean old coot and a van full of guns. That ain't person behaviour, son. You're a hunter, meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sextons, some thing's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don't care if it's love or spite or a ten-dollar bet. I've been to enough funerals. I mean it. You die before me, and I'll kill you." Bobby said seriously. There was a long pause and I really wanted to peek an eye open to see what was happening between the pair.
"We need to scrape some money together, get you a condo or something." Dean finally said breaking the silence as Sam got into the back of the van 'waking' me up.
"Hey. Some thing's up." Sam said as I moved so that we could all see what was happening. Two black cars pulled up as Edgar and Dr Gaines came out of the building. A man in a very sharp suit climbed out of the second car.
"Well, I'll be a squirrel in a skirt. It's Dick frigging Roman." Bobby said as we watched the men.
"What? Who the hell is Dick frigging Roman?" Dean asked utterly confused.
"Billionaire Dick Roman, seen here at a recent press conference, has been on the corporate-takeover warpath in the last several months and shows no signs of relenting. I believe in good old American values, like unlimited growth. But it's like I always say - if you want to win, then you got to be the shark. And a shark's got to eat. Well, that's a great question. Yes, we have made new acquisitions. I don't believe in hostile takeovers. I believe in merging... and coming out on top." Dick Roman said as the report went on. "Whether at the helm of his America's cup-winning yacht or one of his Fortune 500 companies, Roman has never shied away from the spotlight. Roman's record-breaking series of motivational seminars, When in Rome, have outsold every other money-making program on the market. A vocal member of the NRA and a steadfast supporter of the second amendment, Roman has started attracting some conservative political attention, as well." Then the picture flicked to a political commentator. "Roman is ruthless, but good-looking. I think he'll make a great candidate." Then back to Dick Roman. "Another great question. No, I am not running for political office at this time. But I do have a number-one best-seller."
"Holy crap. What the hell is that?" Dean asked as he looked at the screen.
"That's one of the top 50 most powerful men in America, Dean." Sam pointed out dryly.
"Says here top 35 as of last month. Now it's all making sense. Remember when Crowley kept going on about hating Dick? I thought he was just being general. Pfft!" Dean said as he closed the lid on the laptop.
"Well, if the Leviathan got to him, then that means they're playing on a much bigger board than we were thinking." Bobby said sounding troubled.
"So what, then? I mean, we can't exactly out-gun them." Sam added to the troubling feeling.
"No, but we got the drop on them. Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here." Bobby said plainly as he started to assemble some surveillance equipment.
"Whoa. Where'd you get that mother?" Dean asked utterly shocked.
"It's on loan from Frank's big brother collection. It'll pick up vocal vibrations from window glass at half a mile. It's time to find out what these ugly bastards are up to." Bobby smirked as he finished building it.
"Well I'm going with you." I said plainly.
"Meg, do you think it's such a-" Dean started to say as he and Sam looked worried.
"We're only spying on them. It ain't like we're planning to storm the damn place. If the girl wants to come with me, she can come." Bobby said defending me.
"Bobby I didn't mean-" Dean said trying to back track.
"Don't worry about it just, let's get this over with." Bobby replied plainly.
We headed to the top of the building to get a better view of the office we thought Dick would go to. We had everything set up and were talking to Sam and Dean over the speaker phone.
"Our side's still dead, Bobby. Anything with you?" Sam asked over the phone.
"Yeah, same here. We got- hold on. Yeah, we got movement - our side, second floor, meeting room." Bobby replied as we saw Dick enter the room with a woman, Dr Gaines and Edgar.
"And I'll reschedule with the Senator for lunch Tuesday. You can deal with the archdiocese in the afternoon." The voices were a little soft but we could make out everything they were saying. Both me and Bobby were sat there with headphones on and binoculars watching everything.
"Fine." Dick replied.
"Dick, please, let me explain to you what our program has to offer." Dr Gaines seemed to be grovelling for his job.
"No. Let me explain why we're shutting your program down." Dick said firmly.
"We're shutting it down? No, you can't-" Dr Gaines protested.
"I'm shutting it down because of the one golden rule. Do you know it?" Dick asked as he sat on the edge of his desk.
"Yes. Don't make the papers. And I promise that -" Dr Gaines rattled off.
"No, the golden rule is there's no such thing as monsters. Anything stirs their little pots to the contrary- very bad for our plans. So, how can I use your mistake to communicate this to all your co-workers?" Dick asked.
"Listen, sir, I will do anything. I will give anything to make this right." Dr Gaines begged.
"I know you will." Dick said with a smile. The woman opened a briefcase and took out a folded paper item. Dr Gaines looked at Edgar who just shrugged.
"You're bibbing me?" Dr Gaines asked sounding scared. He sat down as the woman put the item, a bib, around his neck.
"Do you know what you can give us, doctor? Your example." Dick explained. Dr Gaines lifted up his hand to his face and pointed his fingers to his mouth.
"What's happening now?" Dean asked over the phone as I glanced at Bobby neither of us could believe what we were seeing.
"Wait." Bobby said softly.
"Now, Doc. It's time." Dick said as Dr Gaines mouth changed.
"Is he really...?" I asked shocked.
"Looks like it. Now I have officially seen it all." Bobby said looking just as shocked.
"Guys, what is it?" Sam asked confused.
"He's making the doctor eat himself." I said softly.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"He's-" Bobby started to say when the truck driver from before appeared right in front of us and knocked Bobby out with one punch. I jumped to my feet, pulling my gun.
"Stay back!" I said aiming for the middle of his head.
"Bobby? Megan? What's going on? Guys, hang on we're coming!" I herd the guys shout down the phone. The Leviathan took a step closer and I held my ground.
"I mean it! One more step and I shoot your head off!" I cried out.
"You know that wont do anything!" The trucker said as his face changed. I felt the total fear make my blood run ice cold as I stood there and squeezed the trigger. I fired off the whole clip into the Leviathans head and as we all knew, it didn't do a damn thing.
"That wasn't very nice." He growled before charging at me, picking me up and then tossing me off the side of the building. I tried to grab out to anything, but I was just falling to the cold hard floor. I landed with the biggest thud in the world. The shock of the impact rolled through my body as I clamped my eyes closed against the growing pain.
I could hear voices talking to me and someone shaking me. At first it was all a blur but as I opened my eyes and the bright day light nearly blinded me things came back into sharp focus.
"Megan! Thank god, can you move?" Dean asked looking terrified.
"Yeah... why?" I asked sitting up and feeling a little stiff. I was sat on the ground and I couldn't remember how I had got there. The last thing I remember is watching the good doctor bib himself.
"We don't have much time, can you fight?" Dean asked helping me onto my feet. Apart from the amnesia and bit of a stiff shoulder I felt fine.
"I can fight, where's Bobby?" I asked looking around as Sam walked over to us with big chemical cleaning bottles.
"The Leviathans have him. Just fallow my lead ok?" Dean asked watching me carefully, like he thought I was going to fall down or something.
"Sure." I said still confused by everything. We stormed the warehouse with the cleaning bottles, spraying anyone who got in our way, which included the Edgar and the body guards to Dick.
We worked our way through the guards spraying anything that moved really. I stuck with Dean as we sprayed the damn things. It felt good to hurt them, even if it didn't really kill them, it helped.
"Where's Sam?" I asked looking around and realising I hadn't seen him in a while.
"I don't-" Dean started to say when we were Dick Roman talking.
"Sam... That is not how we communicate from a place of yes. That was bracing. Where'd you kids find this stuff?" Dick asked and then we herd gun shoots ring out. We took off running in that direction. We showed just in time to see Dick turning to Bobby.
"Hey! That's mine." Dick said and Dean didn't hesitate to throw his cleaning liquid onto Dick from behind. It started to burn him.
"Go! Go!" Dean said taking my hand in his as we ran out of the room.
"Would you stop it with that stuff?" Dick asked amused as we ran out of the place. Dean started the van and pulled up out side the warehouse.
"Damn it, where's Bobby?" Sam cried out as if on queue Bobby ran out of the warehouse. I opened the side door for him to jump.
"Bobby! Come on! Come on! Come on!" Sam cried out as Dick appeared at the warehouse door with his gun drawn.
"Bobby move it!" I cried out, holding my arm out to pull him in.
"Go! Go!" Bobby cried out as I pulled him in. Dick started to shoot at the van as Bobby closed the door. Dean started to drive away as Dick shot out at the van three more times. I froze, in the darkness. I froze.
"Son of a bitch! I'm glad you got in. He almost took your freaking head off." Dean said as he drove.
"Hey, Bobby, your hat." Sam said holding up Bobby hat. I just looked down at Bobby in total shock. I couldn't speak, or move. "Bobby? Oh, God. Bobby? Bobby?" Sam cried out and the pair turned to us.
"Bobby?" Dean added as he saw what had happened.
I really hope you like this chapter and haven't all forgotten about little old me! Please review and let me know what you think! thanks! =)