Hey! I know I'm a bit late with the chapter & that it is a bit shorter than I would have liked it to be due to computer problems (I have a really old laptop), but it's finally here. Don't be afraid to leave a review with suggestions on which direction this should go in. I've been contemplating completely removing the romantic side of the story, however I feel as if that would take one of the very few interesting aspects that it has away. anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Carry on, my wayward readers!
They pulled in front of a faded, yellow house. There was a white-blossomed tree in the front yard that swayed lazily in the breeze, scattering small, round petals on the ground. The yard was filled with sickeningly-green grass except for a few stone paths & flowered bushes. They got out of the car& climbed the small stone stairway leading to the front door. There was a bright yellow door mat reading: "Next Time, Bring Cookies!" in magenta writing. Dean surveyed the area & swayed slightly, his voice taking on a low, deep tone. "I think I'm gonna be sick," he said as he glanced at the mat. "This place is giving me serious douche-chills," Dean remarked, ringing the doorbell.
The door was almost immediately answered by a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She had very light amber-brown eyes & dirty blonde hair. She wore a tight, pink Aeropostale Tee & super-short jean shorts. "Hello!" She greeted kindly. "Can I help you?" "Hey," Dean said, looking her over & smirking. Sam elbowed him sharply, distracting the hunter. He cleared his throat, adopting a serious expression as he pulled out his badge. Sam did the same. "Does Alex Hunt live here?" Dean questioned. "Y-yes," the woman stammered. "She's my cousin. Is she in trouble?" She asked, eyes widening in fear. "Oh no, no, of course not," Sam interjected quickly, calming her. "We just need to ask her a few questions." "Oh, okay. She's right upstairs. Do you want some coffee or something?" She asked leaning against the door frame. Dean chuckled. "That'd be great, sweethea-." "Thanks, but we should probably talk to Alex first," Sam said impatiently. "Okay then. First room on the right." She stepped aside to reveal an over-polished staircase. She walked out as they walked in, earning a stare from Dean. Sam rolled his eyes at him before dragging him inside.
The Winchesters made their way up the stairs, the buttercream-yellow walls hung with pictures of nauseatingly perfect family moments & paintings of various flowers. "Dude, what the hell?" Sam asked in an angry, hushed whisper. "We're on a case." "So?" Dean countered. "We're always on a case." Sam scoffed. They reached the top & knocked on the door, receiving no answer. Sam knocked a second time, casting an annoyed look at Dean. Dean knocked a bit louder. "Hello!" he shouted. He nodded towards Sam as he pulled out a gun (loaded with silver bullets, of course). Sam did the likewise. He silently counted to three before kicking the door in.
The room was unlike the rest of the property. Its walls that were barely visible through the many posters & drawings hanging there. At the edge of the room, near a window, was a twin-size bed. On it was a girl. She looked to be around the same age as the first girl they had met. The similarities stopped there. She was taller than her cousin, had long, black hair & unusually bright ice-blue eyes. She wore black jeans, a loose-fitting Metallica T-shirt, & black & red headphones. A sketchpad with a detailed drawing of a wolf (that now had a thick line of graphite going through it) was on her lap, along with a large assortment of pencils. She looked up, startled by the loud noise. She let out a short, involuntary screech at the noise that immediately ended when she clapped her hand over her mouth. She fumbled with her iPhone as she paused the music. "Holy crap!" she shouted upon having guns aimed at her. She ripped off the headphones & stood up, causing the drawing tools to fall to the floor. "Son of a bitch," she muttered as she gathered the stuff from the floor & deposited it onto her bed. The Winchesters sighed, rolling their eyes as they put the guns away. "Sorry about that. Are you Alex Hunt?" Sam asked gently. "Y-yeah," she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly. "What's it to you?" They reached into their jackets & flashed their fake badges at her. Her eyes immediately widened. "Oh," she stated. "You're here about the wolf attack." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yeah," Dean started. "We heard you were there. Did you actually see it happen?" "No," she responded, casting a forlorn look towards the floor. "All I remember is hearing a loud, scary growl before something hit me on the head from behind."
Sam cocked his head at her. "A growl?" "Yeah." she said. "I mean, it was actually more of a roar. That had to be one hell of a dog to make that sound. It sounded... it sounded like a monster. I don't think it was a wolf. Wolves can't even bark, let alone roar like a friggin' lion!" she finished with a small chuckle. "Why were you even there?" He asked quizzically. "I was walking to the bar. I was meeting a few friends there. They must've been going as well," she responded, looking at the wall beside her. She was obviously very nervous. "Metallica, huh?" Dean asked, looking at her shirt. She immediately relaxed. "Yeah, you?" "I'm more of an AC/DC guy, but I'm a fan." "Actually, same," she replied. "Do you li-." Sam loudly cleared his throat. "Can you tell us anything about the victims?" "Oh, sure," she said. "We all went to Pit, but I didn't know them too well. The were all jerks to me, though I still feel bad for them. They were so young..." She trailed off on the sentence, looking out of her window. "Did they have any enemies?" Dean asked. "Well, just about every member on every other college football team, all of the kids they made fun of, any girl that any of them broke up with, & half of the teachers."
"Awesome," Dean said, voice heavy with sarcasm. "Well, that'll be all. Thanks."
"Okay, okay, so maybe it is a job," Dean admitted grudgingly when they climbed in the Impala. He hated being wrong, especially about this kind of stuff. Sam was just about to comment when his phone rang. He answered it. "Hello? Yes, this is him. What? Okay, we'll be right there." "What was that?" Dean asked. "That was the doctor. He just said that there was another attack."