Well, here it goes, Chapter 2! I haven't been able to decide whether to make the romantic side of the story should be between Sam & my OC or Dean & my OC. I was hoping that you guys could help me with that. Please PM me which you think would be better, or leave it in a review! I'd also like to say thank you to everyone who is reading this! It really means a lot to me that people are actually reading my lil' old story! I'll try to make the next chapter (& chapters beyond that) longer than the first two. Anyway, here's chapter 2! I hope you like it!
Several hours later, they arrived in the city of Pittsburgh. The swiftly climbed out of the Impala, slamming the doors shut behind them. They pulled in at the first motel they saw. An old man stood at the counter nonchalantly reading A magazine. "Welcome to Buskey's," he stated a flatly. "I'm guessing you want a king with a 'romantic view'." "Wait, come again?" Dean said, taking a threatening step towards the counter. Sam places his hand on his chest & pushed him back. "No, no, no. Ya' see, we're brothers." "M-hmm," he responded doubtfully, glancing at them through narrowed eyes. "Room 6."
The Winchesters strolled into the hospital, flagging down a doctor. He was a short, white-haired man who appeared to be in his late sixties. His voice was tired & worn. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" He asked politely. The brothers proceeded to pull their fake FBI badges from the inside of their suit jackets. "I'm Agent Malcolm, this Agent Young," Dean said solemnly, flashing his ID briefly at the doctor. "We're here on the recent murders." "You mean the wolf attack? Sure thing; follow me." He lead them to a lower level of the hospital, talking all the way. "Ya' know, I don't know why y'all are gettin' involved in this. It ought'a be the wildlife service! I mean, this wolf tore em' up real good. Must'a had rabies or suh'm. I tell, ya', I ain't never seen anything like it! Well, here we are," he finished, pulling out a set of keys & unlocking the door to the morgue. "There are three victims. Jake Welcher, Tony Hackett, & Bryan Rogers." He pulled out one of the drawers to reveal a tall, muscular man with short, blonde hair. "This is Jake," the doctor started, pulling down the covering to reveal his upper torso. Dean scrunched up his face in disgust. The skin on his chest had been messily sewn shut. "As far as we can tell, he was the last to actually die. In fa-," "Hey," Sam interjected, "Was his heart missing, by any chance?" The doctor sent him a quizzical look & shook his head. "No... His chest was ripped ta' ribbons, though. It's weird... These were three football players. Biggest jocks at the school. This thing had to be pretty big to take em' down. It's a wonder Alex survived!" "Wait, Who?" Dean asked, cocking his head. "Well, Alex. Alex Hunt. The only living witness to the attack." "Do you think we could pay her a visit, maybe ask a few questions?" The doctor scoffed. "You can, but I doubt it'll do much good. She says she was out cold tha' whole time. She lives I'm a little town up North called Bellevue. She's right on the peak of Jackson street." He wrote her address down, giving it to the brothers before they left. Once at the Impala, they discussed the case. "So, not a werewolf. Sorry to bust your bubble, Sammy, but I think this is just another false alarm." Sam furrowed his brow, appearing to be deep in thought. "I don't know, Dean," he responded. "Those scratches were pretty bad. It definitely didn't look like a wolf or even dog attack. I think we should talk to this Alex girl, just to be sure." Dean rolled his eyes & got in the car. "Fine, but don't get your hopes up."