Hey sorry this took so long... so many exams. But I'm on break now so I should be able to upload a couple more chapters over these next couple weeks. So enjoy!
Mabel stepped into the gift shop through the employee only door, "Well I finally got all the twigs out of my hair," She stated to her brother and the redhead sitting behind the counter. She ran in front of the counter to where her pet pig would sleep sometimes. "Waddles, you lovable ball of pink. The girl bent down to pet the animal, rubbing him on his head.
"So these two guys just came out of nowhere to help you guys?" the redhead asked Dipper who had been explaining what had happened early.
"Yeah, they came riding in on the golf cart, one of them just pulled a knife out of nowhere like he was going to cut someone," Dipper continued his story, "Wendy, it's crazy right, they say hunt supernatural creatures all over the country. But I've never seen anything supernatural back home."
"I don't know man, I mean it sounds crazy. But then again this whole summer has been crazy," Wendy spoke back to Dipper.
Dipper laid his head down on the counter in frustration, mumbling something under his breath. " I just find it amazing that Dipper's going to actually trust them." Mabel spoke from the floor, laying next to her pig.
Wendy's eyes widened at this new information, "You just meet them and you're going to trust them so easily?"
Dipper lifted his head up, now resting it on his hand, "Well I wasn't going to but Mable made me keep my word," he began to explain, "so now I have to show them the journal."
"Or you could just not care and not show up," Wendy offered.
"No, I have to do this. I've hid like a coward enough." Dipper responded. Mable sat at up at the sound of a ding from the door that entered the gift shop through the tour. The door was located at the back of the gift shop, blocked by shelfs and racks of fake artifacts that Stan had made over the years. Dipper strained his neck over the counter to try and see who it was. 'Don't worry Dipper it's probably just some random tourist. Nothing to be worried about.' Dipper thought to himself. The small group sat there in silence as they heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the shack. Mabel stood up and went to go stand by her brother and Wendy. The silence broke when they heard a voice cut through the air from in between the rows of shelves.
"I told you just a bunch of fake crap, same as every other tourist place we've been to," the owner of the voice rounded the corner coming into full man and the person he was talking to stopped suddenly when they saw the group of people behind the counter. Dipper let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. It wasn't that he was happy to see the two brothers, he was just glad that it wasn't some crazy creature that he would end up having to fight.
"Dipper look who it is! It's the people we saved!" Mabel said pulling on her brother's arm.
"Yeah Mabel, I see who it is." Dipper huffed out at his sister.
"Wait these are the guys?" Wendy questioned Dipper and Mabel. Dipper hopped down from the stool he had been sitting on and walked passed his sister and over to the two men.
"What are you guys doing here?" Dipper questioned the men as if they had been banned from the shack.
"Well we just couldn't wait to see your happy face again," Dean smirked sarcastically, "Do you really think we knew you worked here?" He finished after a short pause enjoying the mad look Dipper had plastered onto his face.
Dipper brought his hand to his face and slowly slid it down, completely annoyed with the two brothers. He turned around to face the counter where Wendy and his sister, who had taken his place on the stool, were staring at the two men. "Wendy this is Sam and Dean." Dipper gestured to the each men when he said their names.
Dean walked over to the counter and leaned against it, "That's a beautiful name."
"Thanks Dean," Wendy said pushing his arms off the counter, "but no arms on the counter." Sam snickered at his brothers failed attempt to hit on the girl behind the counter. Dean backed up from the counter as he felt a slight pull on his pants. Looking down he saw Mabel was trying to get his attention.
"Yes?" Dean asked the young girl.
"Sense you are here do you want to show you that thing now?" Mabel asked the brothers earning a glare from her own brother. She really didn't care if her brother got upset over how eager she was to tell them about everything. I mean she never wanted her brother upset but the face he got when he was mad was just too cute to pass up.
Dean glanced back at Sam and then down at Dipper who was back to the face Dean had began to refer to as the mad kitten face. 'Was this kid always mad' he thought to himself. Dean glanced back up at his brother who only shrugged in response to Mabel's question. "No, we can wait until tomorrow morning."