I sighed and let myself fall face first on my bed.
Aw man, if only Dean knew. Dammit. I knew I'd get mushy.
I shook my head and sighed. This couldn't be good.
I closed my eyes and thought.
What could put me back on track? A new normal job? Barely.
How about a hunt? Ah yes, that could work.
But I have school now.
Damn, I guess finding a gig will have to wait until the week-end.
Or I could drop out...
No. Once is enough, I'll just have to go kill a couple of vamps quickly.
But I need money, so I have to take a small job somewhere.
Ok, lets list off the priorities;
1. School = Boring week + Jacob
2. Money = Get a job
3. Get my head straight = Find a gig
4. Find a gig = Research and occupied week-ends
Damn. I don't think those match too well. I guess I'll need to work double time to seem normal.
And now, for a job.
I got back up, and dragged my feet to my weapon bag.
I pulled out my werewolf-killing gun and stared at it for a moment.
I shrugged, and slipped it into my coat pocket, deciding this would just have to be a part of getting back on track. Killing a Shape-Shifter.
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I was standing in front of a small herbal store not too far from where I lived.
I guess this is it. I thought to myself.
I opened the door and walked in carefully, looking around.
"Looking for a job, I'm guessing?" came a voice from behind me. I was startled, but I didn't let it show. I knew what could happen.
I turned around at a normal pace and grinned. I loved grinning.
"In fact, i am looking for a small job. But I have school and... Extra-curricular activities, lets say..." I said to the woman who was now in front of me.
I felt something prodding my mind, and immediately put my shields up and had my gun pointed at the woman's head.
"And, I'm not to be messed with. What did you collect from my mind, witch?" I hissed at her.
She smiled sweetly.
"I'm sorry to have offended you, Executioner. And, I saw that... Closet time you and Jake had." she giggled.
My eyes widened. I turned my neck in such a way that it cracked.
"And what do you know about... Jake?" I said, using the nickname she had.
"That you really shouldn't fight an imprint. It'll only hurt you." she said.
I rolled my eyes but didn't lower the gun.
"I should seriously shoot you right now. Did I get the job?" I hissed. She shook her head.
"Of course not. You don't have any experience." she laughed.
"you know, if I killed you right now, I could take over the shop," I said.
She shook her head.
"Then do it." She stared right into my eyes and I took a look at the handle of my gun. Lupus Venator. Damn, I put it back in my coat, and took out my desert eagle. Now, we're in business.
She smiled at me.
"I knew you couldn't do it. You've grown soft!" She laughed at me.
Oh, this was not happening. I pulled the trigger and...
BAM!
She immediately stopped laughing and her eyes glazed over. Slowly, as blood poured out of a small wound in her forehead, she dropped to her knees and then to the floor. Dead.
I blew on the tip of my gun, and said
"I haven't gone soft." before putting my Desert Eagle back in my jacket pocket.
I stared at her for a moment before I realized I would have to clean that up.
I groaned and went to the door, flipping the sign to "sorry, we're closed" and drawing the curtains.
I stared at the mess I made for a moment before sighing and grabbing the lady by the collar and dragging her towards the back. I'd come back and get her tonight.
I grabbed a near-by bucket and stuck her head in it so that her still-bleeding wound wouldn't make a bigger mess.
Next, I grabbed the closest mop and bleach and poured some on the floor where there was blood.
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When I had cleaned every single drop of blood in the shop, I went back to the back room, and put the mop back in its spot before closing the door tightly.
Then, I went back in the front of the place and opened the shop, settling back and enjoying my new job.
I was close to dozing off when I heard the front door jingle open, making me jolt to full awakeness and stare into the eyes of the new costumer.
What I saw there made my heart melt.
Sam Winchester was walking inside, a frown on his face and his hands in his pockets.
"hey miss, I would like to know if- Heather?" he whispered the last part when he turned to look at me.
I nodded, and jumped over the desk and ran into his arms.
"Damn it Sam, I missed you so much." I mumbled into his shirt. All he did was nod in my hair, holding me tight.
When we broke away, I looked up to stare in his deep brown eyes that I loved so much.They're not like Jacob's though.
When he bent down, my heart was torn. Between what though? This is what I had always hoped for!
Jacob... No. I wasn't going to let fate dictate my freaking life, it's my life not fate's.
I grabbed Sam by the collar and pulled his lips to meet mine, kissing with as much passion as I could muster.If only I could do this with Jacob
I licked his bottom lip, begging for entrance which he willingly granted.
As we were making out, we were going backwards toward the desk, which I only realized when my ass hit the side of it.
Sam grabbed my thighs and lifted me so that I was sitting on the desk, my legs wrapped around his waist.
Then, the door jingled open again and Sam immediately broke away, his face tomato red and his breathing heavy.
To say the truth, my breathing was quite the same.
Quil stood there in the doorway, a sad look on his face.
"Jacob won't like this." was all he said.
I rolled my eyes at him, and pulled my special gun out, pointing it at his head.
"I have the right gun this time, mutt" I would have hissed, but I was too out of breath for that.
Quil's eyes went wide, and he turned tail and made a run for it.
I turned back to Sam, and pulled him back to me. When our faces were only mere inches apart, he asked.
"Who's Jacob? And why didn't you shoot?" he mumbled, ruining the mood.
I sighed, and let go of his shirt, running a hand through my hair.
"Jacob is a shape-shifter that imprinted on me and I didn't shoot because... I don't know why. I really don't know what's happening to me Sam! I don't understand!" I whined the last part and rested my head on Sam's shoulder.
"All I know is that this really isn't like you, Heather" he kissed the side of my head.
"And if he imprinted on you, why don't you just take your shot at having a normal life?" he added, looking me straight in the eye. I rose an eyebrow at him.
"Because I actually like the lifestyle I have. I did have a shot at a normal life, and I chose to become a hunter." I explained, gripping his shoulders.
"Ok, but do you love him? We both know he'll always love you no matter what, he doesn't have a choice in the matter." he said, getting a little closer. I could see in his eyes that he was having an internal debate.
"I don't know. I love you, with all my heart, but him... It's something else. It feels... supernatural" I chuckled at my choice of words.
He nodded, and chuckled a bit too.
"In that case... Lets close this shop... And we can verify your hypothesis" he mumbled, his mouth at my neck.
I nodded and went in the back, grabbing the keys from the corpse that still had her head in the bucket.
Screw it, I'd do it tomorrow.