Chapter 2
The fuck. You are very confused to how you got on the bed, but then not at all. You assume Sam or Dean moved you while you were sleeping.
You make up your mind to go get coffee and breakfast at a local café while the boys are sleeping. You quickly change into more appropriate clothes for an outing, and Sam stirs as you are about to walk out the door. Out of instinct, your hair starts to change color, and so do your eyes. You have to calm yourself down, but it is a bit hard for some reason you can't. You throw your hood up and get on your motorcycle.
You get to the café and order your usual for a colder morning: White Chocolate Mocha. You also get a muffin to top that off. You take a seat at the bar at the café, and get a call from Bobby.
"Hey, what's u-" You start to say.
"Where the hell are you?" He quickly jumped in.
"Um… At a café in Clemson. Look, I was trying to get there, but these two guys, they held me up and basically wouldn't let me leave because I got a scratch and a busted lip. And maybe a black eye." You mumbled that last part.
"Thanks, smartass. When are you gonna be here? I have a job in town and need your help. And your damn car off my hands."
"Today. Sometime. I have to go back to the motel, pack, and leave as quickly as I can. Adios." You hang up, put your muffin in a bag, and head back to the motel.
When you get back to the motel, you see the guys still sleeping. Meanwhile, you throw your things in your bag hoping you don't leave anything. Of course, as you slip out the door Sam mumbles your name. All you do in response is say, "Yep." Then leave. You are glad you don't have to be with them anymore, seeing as they care deeply about you.
You drive on your motorcycle for the next day, speeding of course, to get there by 9PM. As you pull into town, you notice a few of the sewer drains misplaced down the road. Well shit. Most people say it is only Shifters that go in the sewer system, but you have dealt with some weird things.
When you get to Bobby's, you grab your bag from the back of your motorcycle and get the secret key he has.
"Bobby,,," You yell out once you get inside. You plop your bag on the couch and head to his library. "Hey, Bobby. I'm finally here." You step into his library and say.
"Hey girly. This case is really stressing me out. I can't figure out what this damn thing is and it is getting people in my town."
You nod in understandment. "What has it been doing? Have you figured out any pattern? What do the victims look like?"
"All I know is that it is getting people between the age of 20 and 60. I haven't done anything else. Those are my people, and that is why I need your help."
"Yeah…" you say wondering what has gotten Bobby in this bad shape. He loves his town, but when bad things happen he usually sticks up for himself. "I'm so sorry about this. I'm going to go to bed and look at this in the morning. I'm going to sleep on the couch so if something happens I might be able to hear it better."
"M'Kay. Do you mind if I call up a couple of my friends for this one?"
"Nope." You say though you do mind after the last hunt.
- When you walk out the door, Sam jumps out of bed and sprints for the door. By the time he opens it, you are already gone.
"Dean! Y/N left!" Sam shakes Dean awake.
"Huh? She left? Well we… did say one more night." Dean is half awake and trying to remember everything this early in the day.
"Yes, but remember there was something off about her?"
"Oh yeah. Where did she go?"
"I don't know. She moved too fast."
"Damnit. We should call Bobby and tell him about her."
"No. This is ours. We had no real proof, as well. Also, we need to finish this case down here. She should be easy to track." -
You wake up to pounding on the door; a reminder you forgot to set your alarm last night. You want to let Bobby rest or do whatever he is doing so you go to answer it.
"What the hell do you want this early?" You are still waking up and rubbing your smudged eyes that you can't see out of because your glasses aren't on.
"Y/N?!" The two men say in unison.
You move closer to them to try and make out a face. Fuck. It is Sam and Dean. "Why the fuck are you two here? Are y'all stalking me?"
"We are here to help Bobby on a case. Why are you here?"
"Oh, so y'all are the 'Couple of friends' he called to help me out on this case. I was just about to get ready to head up to the police station and morgue. Guess y'all two can come with in about an hour." You trot inside to get ready. You leave the door open for them to either close it and leave, or come in and stay. Why not have a little fun with these two?
You hear the two boys walking around the house as you get ready in the old, dirty bathroom. You pull your long, H/C into a high pony tail, and you put on sharp, black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
You come out of the bathroom wearing a tight, white blouse, a short, tight, black pencil skirt, and black heels. You have a gun in the hem of your skirt, and a knife in your bra. You notice the two boys wearing fancy suits, and both of them look really hot, if you are being completely honest.
"Ready boys?" You notice they are both staring at you, but Dean has lust in his eyes. "What? Never seen a girl before?" You cock an eyebrow at them.
You grab your car keys off the hook outside your door. "Woah, where ya going?" Dean questions.
"Taking my car. No questions or debate." You get in your car, followed by Sam in the passenger seat, and Dean reluctantly sits in the back. Your car is a black 1967 mustang that you love dearly. You all sit in awkward silence on the five-minute ride to the local police station.
As you three walk into the police station, y'all are greeted by a police officer that doesn't look happy to be doing his job.
"What do you three need?" He groans
"Agents Mitchell, Jones, and Anderson with the FBI," You three pull out your badges, "We are investigatiting the recent strings of attacks that have happened around this town. We would like to see the bodies and hear from any of the victim's family."
"Okay, I can do that for you. Why are there three of you?"
You jump in before Sam or Dean can say anything else. "They are trainees. I am teaching them until they are wise enough to do their own cases."
"Okay… So like body guards." He chuckles.
"Throw a punch at me."
"I wouldn't want to hurt a beautiful lady like yourself."
"Do it." You growl.
He throws the punch at you and you grab his arm, twist it, until his back is to you and you put him in a choke hold. "I don't need any man's help protecting myself. Now show me to the morgue," You grumble in his ear. You release him and see the fear in his face as he leads you and the boys to the morgue.
When we get there, the officer leaves us alone and Dean flips his shit.
"What the hell was that?! You didn't need to put him in a choke hold."
"Sure I did. He was being an asshole sexist and I needed to put him in his place."
You all find the bodies that have been said as the attacks, according to a clipboard.
Sam pulls one body out, and you immediately notice a small hole near the pituitary gland; by the ear.
"Kitsune." You whisper.
"What?" Dean asks getting a little too close.
You take a step back then run right into Sam. Dammit. "It is a Kitsune. You know the thing that looks human but has eyes and claws like a fox? They feed on the Pituitary gland, and there is a hole right where that is."
"Oh yeah! Remember, Dean? Amy Pond I think was her name. Remember she was nice and trying to save her kid but you stabbed her." Sam seems to be playful but furious at the same time.
"Anyway…" You look in between the boys prepared to split up a fight, "It could be the boy, but maybe not. Just an idea…"
"It would make sense, but how sure are you it is a Kitsune?" Dean challenges.
"There is not really any other monster who feeds on pituitary glands and there aren't many Kitsunes but when you see one, they come with a bang. You may be a couple years older and been hunting for longer but that doesn't mean that I am not smarter or more educated. Now back the fuck off and let's up our job, trainee." You pull out the other bodies and find the same hole in the same area as well as some scratch marks.
They are all young teens which makes you sick. You remember seeing your friends and how torn up they were and thinking about how much pain they must have gone through. You run to the bathroom which is thankfully one stall and vomit in the toilet.
It all comes rushing back right now, and you wish it didn't happen right now. You are on a hunt with two dudes that are good looking and that you know almost nothing about and you have to sob on a bathroom floor in a police station. To make matters worse someone knocks on the door.
Then you throw up again.
"I'm sorry, one second," you manage to croak out.
"Lillyann? It's Dean, are you alright?"
"No." It was the answer you didn't want to give, but for once in your life you didn't want to lie.
"Can I come in?"
"I guess," You reply, not getting up because you have a feeling Dean will pick the lock.
And that is exactly what he does. You don't even look at him but instead the patterns on the floor.
He sits in front of you. "Hey, what is going on?"
"I just got sick."
"Okay but why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying."
"You were. Hey look at me." He lifts your chin up so he can look at your face. "Are you okay?"
"I mean I never am so no."
"You are stubborn as hell. Please tell me what is wrong."
"Okay well I am remembering my dead friends and how they died and I have you two riding in my car even though we barely know each other and I don't know what I am doing with my life anymore." You quickly stand up, making sure to not give Dean a view, and go to the mirror to fix your makeup. Since you wear waterproof makeup, it didn't smudge or anything, but instead your face is red and your eyes and lips are swollen. "Anyway, let's go solve this and kill that son of a bitch." You quickly walk out the door, not caring if anyone saw you and Dean walk out together.
When you and Dean get to Sam, he is waiting for you two. "It definitely seems like a Kitsune, Dean. We need to talk to the families now. Let's go."
All three of you go back to your car and head to all of the families, but they all don't have much to say besides they all went out to go camping and never came back. They all were friends and were looking forward to this but the parents had a bad feeling.
They were right.
All of you head back over to Bobby's and do some research. It is quite awkward considering you are with your basically dad, with two strangers, who Bobby also is their basically dad. You are all doing your own thing, and it is deathly silent in there.
"Hey, guys, I am going to head to a bar, I could use the drink right now." You grab the keys to your car and head out the door to the bar right outside of town.
You like going to that bar when you are in Sioux Falls because you know most of the people in the town and the townsfolk don't go to that bar.
You get a Bourbon and some mozzarella sticks and pull out your computer. You sit at the edge of the bar so you can make sure that no one can see your computer screen, and you can see people to look out for anyone suspicious. You have no intention of getting drunk and going home with someone tonight, but you aren't sure how well that will play out.
You are doing research to see if there has been any weird activity going on and looking for any school hoppers.
You have a couple of drinks, and do a little flirting and research for a couple of hours. Then Dean walks in. At this point you are pretty tipsy, almost drunk, and not doing any research because you gave up. You realize how he walks; with purpose and with defense. You take in his tall figure and his strong features, then he turns to you and strides over.
Shit shit shit shit. "Hey…" You drag out, "Why are you over here?" You manage to say normally.
"Was gonna get a couple of drinks, but I saw you so I cam over here instead."
"Your time is better with a drink. Go on, get a drink and find some girl to take back to your room. Go now." You wave him off.
"You know, I didn't plan on bring some girl back to my room. I wasn't planning to come out at all but I got worried about you."
You avoid his face. "Whatever. I am fine so you can leave now."
"Y/N, you are drunk. You need to get out of the bar and get into a bed and sleep it off."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Please," and that is when you finally look into his forest green eyes and you can't say no.
"Okay…"