Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the reason I keep writing this stuff!
Oh and a quick note, I kind of have been avoiding the fact that Hannah and Amanda actually have last names, because I really don't know what they should be, and, well… yeah that sux cuz it messes up the flow of the chapter. If you guys have any suggestions (think of it as a contest) they would be greatly appreciated! I'll then repost this chapter with the switched names and of course credit to the source!!! If I don't get any suggestions, well then it's your fault this chapter sounds weird, that's right I mean YOU. But hey, whatever floats your boat.
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Chapter 12
"A Demon Has It."
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Though the outside of "Hunters Choice" looked quite shabby, the inside was quite nice. It had a 'cabin in the woods' feel to it. There were locked cases full of guns of all types; crossbows lined up along the stacked log styled walls; a few shelves stood off to the side, full of books for sale -probably ones on so-called mythical creatures- but, the merchandise here was far from the main attraction. Behind the main counter, a few feet in front of the four astonished hunters, was a young man and woman locked in a passionate kiss, completely oblivious to their newly arrived customers.
Hannah, Amanda, Sam, and Dean, all stood in the doorway too astonished for words.
Dean was the first to recover. He looked at Hannah, who if her jaw dropped any further, it might have fallen off altogether; then Amanda, who had her eyebrows raised, a blank expression on her face, and her arms folded; then at Sam who returned his gaze. Though neither said a word they both understood each other's look…awkward.
Dean cleared his throat, hoping the noise would be enough to let the two love birds know they had company.
It worked, the young man, (Dean presumed he was Oliver) who was tall, had messy blonde hair and looked to be about 25, opened his eyes and looked to see where the noise had come from. Seeing the four standing there awkwardly, he quickly pulled away from the lip lock and turned to face them.
The young woman, who had dark brown hair and fair skin, opened her eyes slowly as the two parted, also turned to face them.
How can I ahem help you guys?" Oliver asked, ears glowing red from embarrassment.
Hannah shook her head to clear the image she had just seen and answered for the four of them, "Oliver, we need your help, Amanda and I—"
"Wait, wait," Oliver said with a confused look, "First of all, uh, hi, welcome to 'Hunters Choice' how can I help you? And second of all if I know you; hello, hi how ya doin, nice to see you again too, and third of all Amanda and you?" he continued, a smirk creeping across his face as he leaned against the counter to get a better look at them, "This wouldn't happen to be the infamous Amanda and Hannah come knocking at my door again would it?" (a/n: that's the awkward part!)
"It took ya that long to realize it was us?" Amanda asked, smiling as she remembered the good times the three of them had shared when they were little.
"You two'v changed."
"You really haven't," Hannah said looking at his face, then switching her gaze to the girl Oliver had been making out with earlier, she added with a small laugh, "I take that back, you have changed, I remember, when we were younger, you couldn't even get one of us to go on a date with you."
Oliver gave Hannah a glance that said, "No more stories about us when we were younger you little…" Then as if realizing he had forgotten something he turned and put an arm around his kissing partner, "Oh, I'm sorry this is my…um…girlfriend, Katherine. She moved here from England a while back and owns the Tea Shop down the street," Oliver explained, "Katherine, this is Amanda and Hannah… our parents used to go on hunting trips together and left us pretty much stranded here."
Hannah and Amanda laughed; Oliver was right about the stranded thing.
"Begging you pardon," Katherine interrupted with a sophisticated English accent, "But you do seem somewhat familiar, tell me, have you ever been to England before?"
"Only once for a gig and…hey! You wouldn't happen to be the same Katherine Penvellyn we met from Blackmoor?" Hannah asked
"The very same," she smiled.
"Did that wearwolf ever come back?"
"No, thanks to you two we've been lycanthrope-free at the castle." Katherine answered happily.
"Eh, good to know," Hannah said with a confused look and made a mental note to look up what a lycanthrope was, then she turned to Sam and Dean, "Oh, and allow me to introduce—"
"Dean, and this is my brother Sam." Dean concluded for her, holding his hand out.
"Winchester?" Oliver asked, shaking Dean's hand.
"You've heard of us?" Dean smirked.
"Not really," Oliver said, shaking Sam's hand, "But your father's been in here a couple of times, talked all about you two."
"Funny," Dean replied, eyes growing a little cold, he was getting increasing angry at how his father managed to keep practically everything from him. "He never mentioned you."
"I wouldn't expect him to, we didn't speak much, and he only came in for business. How's he doing anyway?"
"He passed away a few months ago," Sam answered.
"Ah, sorry to hear that… he was a good man," Oliver replied quietly.
"Thanks" Sam said, "Um, well, I understand we have some business to attend to?" He asked, turning to Amanda and Hannah.
"Yeah," Amanda said, "We're here to stock up on some stuff and we need to ask a really big favor"
"What are you guys hunting?" Oliver asked.
"Vampires," Amanda and Hannah replied in unison.
"You guys can't just say vampires anymore, there's too many different types of mutants and hybrids…it's crazy." Oliver said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Ohhkaaay," Hannah said thinking hard, "Let's say you need a little more than just silver bullets to kill these puppies…or bats…or whatever."
He sighed, "I think I know where this is going… it's about my great grandfather's gun isn't it? Don't tell me…it's out of bullets right?"
Hannah gave a fake toothy smile and a laugh that said something was wrong, "Um, actually no…funny story, cuz it's really—"
"A demon has it." Dean cut in.
"WHAT!!!???" Oliver yelled
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his feet, "Yeah, it's a long story…"
"Holy shit, how, why!!!???"
Dean quickly told the story in a nutshell leaving out as many details as possible.
"We are so screwed." Was all Oliver could say when Dean finished, "I mean, sorry about your dad, but…"
"We know, we've been trying to track the demon down ever since, but the trail's been cold for a while and we're losing hope."
"And that, Oliver, is why we need you." Hannah said pointing her index finger at him like Uncle Sam. "Plus, we need to vampires."
Everyone gave her an angry look.
"But of course that's the least of our worries. Demon: much worse" She said smiled meekly.
"You guys have to understand," Oliver sighed, "No one in my family has even attempted to make that gun in over a hundred years."
Hannah smiled, gaining her courage back, "We know, because until now, they've never had too…besides," she leaned over the counter and clapped him on the back and gave a slight pouting look, "If anyone can do it, you can. I have a lot of faith in you."
Oliver rolled his eyes; Hannah and Amanda always had the effect of forcing him to do things their way, probably because it was two against one and the fact that they were both girls. "Alright," he groaned, "Come help me find that 'ancient instruction manual thingy' in the back room" and he led the way to a door at the very back of the store.
Before Hannah followed Oliver and Amanda to the door, she reached out and put a piece of folded paper on the counter, "Dean, stop standing around, you and Sam can get this stuff while we help Oliver with the book." She said urgently.
"Ok your Majesty," Dean muttered to himself as she disappeared through the doorway. "Women," Dean said to Sam with a sigh, but then noticed that Katherine was still in the room. He gave her a classic smile in apology, and cleared his throat, "Well, Sammy, guess we should start looking for this, um, stuff." He said, picking up the piece of paper from the counter.
"Would you be wantin' a spot of help findin' anything, love?" Katherine asked in earnest.
Dean, being, well…Dean, took the "Love" comment the wrong way and smiled flirtatiously saying, "Why, yes, I think you could help me find a few things."
"Along with your upstairs brain," Sam interrupted rapping his knuckled on the top of Dean's head, "We'll let you know if we need anything." Sam said to Katherine and half dragged his brother away from the counter.
"Dean, does the word 'taken' mean anything to you?" Sam asked when they were out of Katherine's earshot.
"And does the word, 'don't care' mean anything to you?" Dean replied, removing himself from his little brother's grasp.
"That's two words genius. Anyway, we have some things to get." Sam said, plucking Hannah's list from Dean's fingers.
"No we don't," the elder Winchester said, trying and failing to get the list back, "I don't know about you, Sam, but I ain't playin roadie for those two Go Go's anymore."
"It's called being a gentleman, Dean, something that obviously isn't in your vocabulary."
"Alright, alright, Sammy, don't get me wrong on this, there's a lot of things I'd do for a woman…"
"Yeah, I bet you would, Dean," Sam thought to himself.
"…but grocery shoppin is where I draw the line. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a shiny new Magnum with my name on it in that case over there."
"Good, then you can find one for Hannah too, along with a case of silver bullets, a gun-cleaning kit, sharpening stones, a few knives, a bunch of garlic—"
"Dude, I get it." Dean said smugly, and walked off toward the gun case.
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For everone who's a Nancy Drew computer game fan, did you get the reference? Sorry, lol, I just had to put that in
N e way for the name thing I mentioned earlier, it'll probably go until the next time I update, which will be next weekend or later.
One other thing, I am royally pi$$ed at the dumbass CW they're showing basketball instead of Supernatural AGAIN!!! I swear I'm gonna steal the Colt from the Yellow-eyed demon and go shoot the person in charge in the face!!! :x The very nerve of it.
Until next time
—HoD91