Sorry for the delay... my mom's house doesn't have any internet.


Chapter 7

Sunday

"Hello, I'm agent Geddy. This is my partner, agent Ride. Could you show us to where the body was found?" Dean introduced us as we flashed our fake FBI badges.

"Ah, the Feds. Yeah, follow me. She was found in her bed, her skin, not so much. I'll leave you to it." The guy said as he lead us to the bedroom.

"Thank you." I said to his retreating form.

Dean and I had dropped Sam off at the motel room so he could do some research. I had told him to check on their Facebook profiles. If they had met the monster at the same place they would have pictures or something.

"I would hate to have to wash out that stain." I commented, referring to the blood-stained bed sheets.

"I would just burn it. Do we even know what we're looking for?" Dean asked.

"No one knows what their looking for, until they find it." I said getting down on the floor to look under the bed. "Bingo!" I said standing back up with a cell phone in my hand. I stuffed it in my pocket and walked over to the dresser, looking at pictures.

"Twenty bucks says she has a gun in here." Dean bet. I turned around to see him by a bed side table.

"Thirty bucks on her having emergency condoms." I said. He turned away and opened the drawer. I walked over so we could do the big reveal together. When we looked I smiled triumphantly and Dean exclaimed "Damn it." And started for his wallet.

"Don't bother. I was only in it to prove you wrong." I said smirking. But did a double take when I saw what was on top of the table. "Hey, what's this?" I asked picking it up. Upon further inspection I found that it was a dead bug.

"Eww, don't come near me with that thing." Dean warned, stepping back. I rolled my eyes.

"Boys are such wimps." I muttered. "Come on, we'd better get back to Sam before it gets too late." I said and walked out of the house.

"What'd you find." I asked when we walked into the hotel room.

"Well, for starters their Facebook pictures showed them at the same club the nights they were killed. Other than that they didn't go to any of the same places." Sam informed us.

I walked over to the laptop and compared the pictures. "There's the same guy in the background of each of these photos. And look, the eyes are all glowy and shit. Ten bucks says he's the monster." I said looking at the brothers.

"Yeah but what monster are we dealing with?" Dean asked.

"Did you guys find anything at the house?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I found her phone but already checked it out. No leads." I said, grabbing the phone out of my pocket and throwing it on the bed.

"Don't forget about that dead bug you threw at me." Dean mumbled. I chuckled but stopped when I put the pieces together. Looking up at the brothers I snapped my fingers.

"Guys, I think we're dealing with a Rakshasa." I said, thinking over the clues again.

"That would make sense. The bug could have been from his 'bed' and the flesh is missing cause it's in his stomach. And no one wants to find it once it's past through." Dean said, cringing.

"Well, he might not have eaten the flesh yet. The last Rakshasas I faced were killing whole families and saving the kid's skin for later." I remembered. Dean made a face that told us he was utterly disgusted.

"Okay, so how are we gonna get him? He has a specific type of victim, and I doubt we'll find anyone stupid enough to be the bait." I said. The boys looked at each other then back to me.

"Where ever shall we find a single girl in her late twenties?" Dean asked sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows at them.

"And what makes you think that he would go for me?" I asked, hoping to get out of this situation.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but both victims had red hair. Granted one was fake but, it was still red." Sam informed me. Crap, damn my rare hair color.

I grit my teeth. "Fine. But I am not wearing any make-up." I turned on my heels and grabbed my bag. Luckily I had packed some clothes that I could cut into something, close, to clubbing attire.

Stripping down to my underwear I pulled on my tight black jeans with homemade holes on the knees. They were somewhat stretchy so I could still kick. I looked in my bag and found a plain purple t-shirt. I was planning on cutting it but couldn't find any scissors. So I walked back into the room in my sports bra, carrying the shirt with me.

"Do you guys have some scissors?" I asked when I entered the room.

"Um, yeah, here." Sammy said handing me a pair.

"Thanks." I said laying my shirt out on the table.

"Are you sure you want to cut your shirt? You could always just go like that." Dean said smirking. I rolled my eyes and looked over at him.

"Puh-lease. The only reason you're seeing me like this now is because I didn't have any scissors and it would look horrible if I used my knife. Plus it's not like I'm gonna need the shirt for much longer anyways." I shrugged. Cutting the shirt into a crop top, I finished it off by cutting the neckline straight across so my shoulders would show.

"What's that?" Sam asked. I turned to see him pointing to my upper arm where an old bite mark was.

"That's from when a ghoul got hungry." I answered.

"And those?" Dean asked, referring to my upper torso and sides.

"A couple of Demons had fun playing sergeant a while back."

I threw on the shirt and handed Sam his scissors. I finished off the look by throwing my wavy red hair into a tight pony tail. Stuffing my feet in my combat boots I shoved my phone in my pocket.

"Leggo!" I said grabbing my extra brass knife. I was thankful they didn't keep pushing the scars. Those were not my best memories. "So what do you two plan on doing while I'm working?" I asked on our way out the door.

"I was planning on having a few beers, scoring a couple of ladies. And hopefully eating a hamburger or two." Dean answered honestly. I rolled my eyes and hopped in the backseat of the Impala. The club was only about five minutes away from our motel. As we pulled out of the parking lot I shrugged on my leather jacket, to hide the scars.

"How about you Sam? Gonna get your groove on?" I asked. They both gave me a look as if I was crazy.

"Sam. Dean." A voice said from next to me. I jumped a little and looked at Castiel.

"Does he always do that?" I asked the brothers.

"Yes." They answered immediately.

"What do you need, Cas?" Dean asked, looking in the rearview mirror.

"Well, I was hoping to speak with you two. Alone." He said turning and looking at me on the last part. I raised my eyebrows and put my hands up in surrender.

"Cas, we'll talk once we're in the club. Will you be okay if anything happens while we're talking, Red?" Sam said as we pulled into the parking lot.

"Don't worry about me. I've been without a partner my entire life, I think I can handle another case without one." I reassured, stepping out of the car. We walked inside and I watched as the boys took a booth in the far back corner of the club.

There were people everywhere, on the dance floor and by the bar. Plus it was lit like a freaking bat cave. The only source of light being streams of blues and greens with the occasional strobe light.

I sighed and walked over to the bar, trying to spot the Rakshasa in the mob of dancing bodies.

Third Person

As the boys sat down in the far back booth they watched the red head go the opposite way.

"Why is she wearing that?" Castiel asked, watching her retreating figure.

"She's undercover Cas, we're hunting a Rakshasa. Why? Did it tickle your fancy?" Dean asked smirking at the uncultured angel.

"I don't understand that reference." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. He could see a man walk up to the red head, laying a hand on her waist. She turned to him and smiled as he bought her a drink. Although when she received it she pushed it aside, not taking a single sip.

Sam shook his head. "Forget it. Did you find something?"

"Yes. A lot of demons and monsters are planning on making her last week, what you would call, a living hell." Castiel informed them.

"Why is she on everyone's shit list?" Dean questioned. The boys watched as she ran her fingers down the man's arm, leaning in the whisper something in his ear.

"I've heard that she is the best female hunter we've seen. All of those books we saw in her room where of all the things she has hunted and killed."

"Damn, she's good." Dean muttered as he watched her real in her prey. Sam gave his brother a look before turning back to Castiel.

"So why are they all coming after her now. Why haven't they come after her before?" Sam asked.

"They somehow found out that she sold her soul. And they want a piece of her before Crowley gets the whole thing." The angel explained.

"Do you think Crowley told them?" Dean wondered.

"It's a possibility. I mean, if he really hates her that much he would want to cause her as much pain as possible. Right?" Sam said.

"And since he's too busy with us he's sent every supernatural thing she's pissed off after her. This is his way of letting other things get even before he… gets even." Dean discovered.

"Did she say if she's ever faced a Rakshasa before?" Castiel asked.

The brothers looked at each other for a moment, reviewing all their conversations they had about the case.

"You know, I think she mentioned a case where Rakshasas were saving the skin for later." Dean said.

"So, what if this is a trap. What if the Rakshasas she faced had a monster friend or something that would want revenge? He did kill women who fit her description." Sam realized.

"Single women in their late twenties, who live alone and have red hair. Son of a bitch, it's a trap. Where did she go?" Dean stood up and peered around the dark room. Looking at where they last saw her, only to see an empty seat and a full glass of alcohol.

"There." Castiel pointed to a back door, where the red head in question was being led into an alley by the man. She was looking around, trying he spot the brothers. Little did she know, there were two other monsters following behind.

"Cas, take us to her." Sam ordered.

By the touch of a hand the boys were transported into the alley. Just in time to hear a cry of pain, and see a girl thrown into a brick wall.

She fell to the ground but was immediately picked up and slammed into again, creating a dent. All this was done with her being held above the ground by her throat.


Well shit... that sucks.

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