Chapter 1-Gatherings
"Liv, if you don't put that gun down right now I will shoot you between the eyes so help me God." said Bobby.
I kept my gun steady.
"Bobby, he shot at me."
"I thought you were a demon!" said the stranger. I glared at him.
"If I didn't hate the fuckers so much, I wish I was one so I can off your ass with just the flick of my hand dickwad." I said to him, getting ready to shoot him in the noggin.
He was .. really pretty. Tall. Taller than me anyway, broad shoulders and a 5 o'clock shadow, with short hair. And his eyes burned like emeralds, but it's not like I noticed.
He was pointing his gun at me too, it's not like I could just surrender and possibly die. I wasn't gonna go down in hunter history as the chick who got offed by Ken doll over here.
"He's a friend Liv, just put the gun down." Bobby insisted, shooting a quick glance at Ken.
"If he puts his gun down first, then fine. I won't shoot him. Now anyway." I said, uncocking my gun, and raising my eyebrow at the barbie.
He rolled his eyes at me and raised his hands in surrender, and I promptly put my gun back in it's holster.
"Livvy. This is Dean. Winchester, and that's his brother Sam, behind you." I quickly turned to see some humongous poor excuse of a human being standing behind me, also lowering his gun.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ken and Sasquatch. Quite a couple of friends you have here Singer." I said, going into his kitchen and grabbing a cold one from the fridge.
"Hey grab me one, will ya?" Ken doll said, sitting on the couch and putting his gun away into his pants. Overcompensation much?
I raised my eyebrow at him and Sasquatch caught on quick and tiptoed past me to grab one for him and his brother.
He nodded at me. I nodded back.
He's alright, I decided.
I walked towards Bobby's desk across the room and sat on it, Ken and Sasquatch sitting on the couch to the left of me and Bobby to my right.
I opened my beer with my hand and took a swig.
Ah, sweet sweet victory.
"Boys, this is Liv. Liv Terzian. She's a rookie, but she's just as good as the both of yas. Maybe better." Bobby said, winking at me. I smiled a little.
"Whoa, actual emotion from Tarzan," Ken doll said, smirking at me.
I sighed heavily. "Terzian, Ken doll. It's Armenian."
"So Tarzan, what brings you to the life, pretty little thing like you?" he said. God, what a perv.
"I don't think that concerns you. Why don't you make yourself useful and go take care of Barbie in y'all's dream house?" I said, hopping off Bobby's desk and taking another swig of my beer.
"She'll be working with us on this case, boys." Bobby said. We all stopped what we were doing and looked at Bobby.
"Ahem. Excuse me?"
"Her tracking skills are excellent, her aim is as good as mine, and she's persuasive." Singer explained.
"Bobby..." I started.
"No, wait. It can work." Sasquatch piped. Ken doll looked at him like he had just grown another head.
"Dude. Are you kidding?" He put his beer on the coffee table and looked at his brother.
Sasquatch raised his hands in surrender, and offered an explanation.
"Dean, we've been stuck on this case for days now. If Bobby says she's as good as she is, she'll be useful. Besides, the cops hate us around here. Maybe a new face will make 'em more willing to share information about the vics."
Bobby clapped once and smiled at Ken and I.
I rolled my eyes. Of course they would be hated here. The people here actually have some common sense.
"Alright, fine. I'm in, but stay out of my way and if I tell you to do something, don't question me. Deal?" I looked at the brothers. Sasquatch smiled and nodded, and Ken just rolled his eyes.
"Perfect. You Idjits are finally gonna have someone to get your asses in line." Bobby smiled, and laughed.
"Welcome to Team Free Will, Liv" Sasquatch said to me.
What a welcome, indeed.