— From the Laptop of the Huntress of Darkness

Hello again and welcome to my little corner of the internet! But I must sat it displeases me to inform you that Hannah and Amanda still remain last-nameless… which totally sux.

Sorry about the wait, no excuse this time, just lazy…

Uh oh, looks like we're on the unlucky chapter………..Chapter 13 oooooooooooooo……. Yeah you run away… actually no, just kidding, don't run away, and when ur done readin, just drop a little review, they're always appreciated!

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Chapter 13

"And What Do We Say To People Who Help Us?

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Hannah and Amanda followed Oliver down a hallway that eventually emptied into a large work room.

Being a guy's domain the place looked like a deserted war-zone; a gun cleaning/ smithing area stood in one corner with steel shaving all over as well as a few rags used for polishing that were strewn about.

"Sorry about the mess." Oliver said, clearing his throat, "The maid's salary doesn't cover back here," he joked rummaging through a pile of papers looking for the book they needed.

"So, what have you two been doing for the past year?" he asked when the pile of papers yielded nothing.

"Oh, you know, a little bit of this…a little bit of that, and some hunts in between." Amanda answered, "You?"

"Wow, thanks for being specific."

She laughed, "Just kidding, we've been tracking this vampire clan for a while now, which is why we need the Colt, but before that, we had a nasty Wendigo in southern Utah."

"Haven't heard about one of those in a while. How did that go?"

"Well, we found out that standard silver bullets didn't work, the hard way, and ended up torchin' the sucker with hair spray and a lighter."

"At least it worked."

"Yeah, but it was amazing how many people the sucker got to before we showed up." Amanda explained, sounding slightly upset.

"Amanda," Oliver said with a sigh, picking up a box of gun parts and setting it on a table, "We're not superheroes, we're just normal people…with waaay too many weapons, but anyway, our job is to save as many people as we can by destroying as many evil things as we can, and that's a hard enough task as it is, don't you think?"

Amanda looked up at him and gave a small smile.

"Besides…" he continued with a shrug, "If we did save everyone there'd be a lot more idiots walking around, getting in the way."

Amanda drew a sharp breath, but couldn't hold back a laugh, "You're terrible." She said, punching his shoulder playfully.

"I know," he sighed, and surveyed the room looking for another spot to excavate.

A few minutes later, Hannah popped her head out of the cabinet she was looking in and said triumphantly, "Oh Ollie!..." she called in a sing-song voice, "look what I found!" then she walked over to the main work table and plopped a large, and very dusty leather-bound book on it.

"Hey! Be careful! Who knows how old that thing is." Oliver said protectively, brushing some of the dust off the cover, finding it had no title. "Where was it and how would you know this is it?'

"In that cabinet over there along with a pile of other dusty old crap, and just figured, cuz it was the oldest and most important lookin' thing there." Hannah replied.

Oliver scoffed and muttered something about respect for antiques, then opened the book. Inside, the lettering was beautifully hand-written, gothic style by the look of it.

"So you're telling me great, great, great, great, great to the tenth power grandpapa Colt actually wrote this?" Amanda asked in awe.

"Dunno, but if he did, he didn't leave an index." Oliver replied, delicately flipping through the first few pages.

"But the directions for the gun are in there right?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, I'm positive, I just have to find the right page…" he trailed off, "how much time to I have for this, again?"

"As soon as humanly possible, but preferably tomorrow" Hannah informed him.

"Tomorrow!? What do you mean tomorrow?!" Oliver suddenly yelled.

"Um…cuz we really need it? She said, taken aback.

"Do you have any idea how much time this could take?"

"And do you know how many people are in danger if those vampires are still breathing!? Oliver, please, I know you can do it, think of all the people you're helping and I promise, I'll never ask you for anything, ever again."

"You are gonna owe me soooo much when this is over." Oliver said in a low voice, snapping the book shut and stalking back to the main part of the store.

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Sam and Dean were talking quietly near the counter with Katherine was sitting behind the register when Oliver stalked back in the room, followed 5 seconds later by Hannah and Amanda.

"Find everything?" Hannah asked as she and Amanda walked over to the Winchesters and gazed at the contents from her list laid out on the counter.

"Yep, as long as you're payin for all of it." Dean answered.

"Already got that covered," Hannah said, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a wad of cash.

"Find your book?" Katherine asked looking up for her reading.

"Yeah." Oliver grumbled reaching for the items on the counter and ringing them up.

"And you're gonna build the gun for them right?"

"Do I really have a choice?"

Katherine smiled in approval, after hearing about the horrible murders the vampires did, she decided she wanted them dead as much as Hannah and Amanda.

"342 even" Oliver said unemotionally

Hannah flipped through her "wad-o-cash" and took out the proper amount. Oliver raised an eyebrow at the sum, "I'm not even going to ask." He said taking the money and putting it in the register drawer, "Paper or plastic?" he asked sarcastically.

"Ha ha, we'll carry the stuff thanks." Hannah said with a fake smile as she took the gun, handed the bullets to Amanda and shoved the rest of the stuff in her backpack, then made a move to exit but was held back by Dean who had stuck his arm out to detain her.

"And what do we say to people who help us?" he said in a matter of fact tone.

Hannah rolled her eyes, "Thanks, Ollie" she said with a sight and turned to leave again, but was once again denied when Katherine called.

"Hannah, wait!"

Hannah froze mid-step and turned to face Katherine with a tired look on her face.

"I have something for you guys, I've been working on it for a while and I think it will help you on your hunt."

"What is it?" Amanda asked excitedly, trying to make up for Hannah's unenthusiastic attitude.

Katherine continued, "I'm a bit of an herbalist, more or less, and I know a lot about plants that have healing properties. One plant I've been working with in particular is garlic…now, despite what you may think, it's quite good for your throat so I made a special gum out of it." she produced a small tin. "'Garlic Gum' as I like to call it," she said proudly, holding it out.

Amanda's excited look quickly turned to questioning; you can make gum out of garlic? She thought as she took the tin and opened it, "Whoa, sure smells like garlic." She started, catching a whiff of the little white squares in the container. She closed the lid back up and quickly shoved it in Dean's hands, not wanting the vile smelling stuff. Dean looked at it an placed it in his pocket

"Oh yes, it's a very potent substance and from what I'm told, it repels vampires quite nicely.

"So if a vampire tries to kiss you, you're covered." Dean chimed.

"Pretty much," Katherine replied, "And it'll prevent unwanted snogging from any human as well."

"It'll prevent what else?" Dean asked, his eyes widening.

Katherine blushed, "Pardon my slang; it means…eh, 'making out' as you Americans call it."

Dean laughed, "Snogging eh? I like it…" he turned to Sam, "Sammy! Quit snogging with Amanda, We've got a job to do!"

Sam, whose lips were quite far away from Amanda's, gave his brother a glare that said, Dean, stop being such a jerk! And rolled his eyes

"Well," Hannah chimed in, "It's, uh, getting pretty dark, we should probably get going now."

Sam looked out the window, "Hannah's right, lets go." He was only too eager to leave.

"Nice meeting you then ." Katherine said, following them to the door. "And if you ever decide to cross the pond, I'm at Blackmoor Manor."

"Oh, that reminds me!" Amanda exclaimed, "we're planning on flyin' out sometime next June to visit a relative, and we might stop by." She told Katherine.

"Fly?" Dean asked, a little panicked, "Why would you ­fly to England?"

"Because, Dean," Sam smiled, "Nowadays, that is the easiest and fastest way of travel, and not everyone is afraid to get on a plane like you."

Everyone stared at Dean, who was looking around the room, trying to look like he didn't know what Sam was talking about.

Hannah snickered.

The four hunters shuffled out the door. Hannah had thanked Oliver again (this time in earnest) and said goodbye to him and Katherine.

When Sam and Hannah had already walked out, Dean leaned over and whispered in Amanda's ear, pointing at Sam with his thumb, "He's afraid of clowns."

Amanda smiled, then quickened her pace to catch up with Hannah and Sam

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Alrighty, so the unluckiest chapter is completed. Hope you laughed! Oh, and maybe on your way out, drop a review, they're always appreciated!

—HoD91