AN: Welcome to another episode of 'Beccy can't use paragraphs'. In this episode, we also learn that she can't make interesting dialogue scenes. Pretty crazy. I know.
She couldn't feel her feet anymore. The only reason she knew she was still walking was because the sign that welcomed her to 'Ankeny' was steadily getting closer. Her rucksack felt like it was the weight of the Earth, and she was constantly showering in her sweat. She laughed to herself. She must smell like the back end of a boar.
She came across the town and dragged herself to a nearby cafe. The little bell tolled as she came in. Her legs rejoiced as she sat down. Coffee instantly hit her nose and woke her up. She ordered a triple shot latte, just to be sure.
She didn't notice who caused the little bell to tinkle as she played with a fork, waiting for her coffee. She probably wouldn't have noticed if he smacked her on the back of the head to be honest, she was so tired and sore. It was only that he sat down directly in front of her that she saw him.
"Rufus?".
"Krissy! What the hell are you doing here?" He said, his ebony skin pulling back over his white teeth in a smile. They shook hands in what was move of a hand-hug than a shake. Rufus had helped Krissy many times, whether he had wanted to or not. Her father was a well-known hunter, of course he'd have to help the 'troubled-daughter'. He flicked his coat over his knee, revealing his 'Sheriff's badge'. Krissy scoffed.
"Oh? Are we sheriff now?".
Rufus looked down and laughed.
"Well, folks 'round here don't like unfriendly strangers,". With that, Krissy looked around the cafe to notice a lot of staring.
"Ah, that kind of town,".
Rufus nodded.
"And it'll be Sheriff Luther Vandross if you don't mind,".
Krissy laughed into her freshly arrived coffee as she breathed in it's distinct scent.
"I'm serious Krissy, what are you doing here? You know there's a hole bundle of creepy crawlies up this part of the state,".
Krissy glared.
"I'm not a child anymore Rufus, I can handle it,".
"You're 18,".
"And how old were you when you started hunting then?,".
"...,".
"That's what I thought,".
Rufus sighed.
"Well, I suppose you're here for that meet up. Fine. At least let me take you there,".
He inclined his head to the street where a police car was visible.
"Oh, an escort? What a lucky duck I am,".
The car ride was silent mainly, just the way both of them weren't too good with people. The car turned a corner and came to an old warehouse.
"Classy,".
They both stepped out just as a van came into view. It parked next to them and the back flung open. Several men and a few women jumped out.
Clearly hunters.
Rufus and Krissy exchanged glances.
Clearly stupid hunters.
"Who goes around carrying their weapons so obviously around these parts? No respect to the lifestyle," Rufus grunted angrily.
They both entered the warehouse after the other hunters.
Krissy had never seen anything like it.
The warehouse was filled with chairs. It looked like a large AA meeting had been set up. There were already about 12 people in the room when they entered. Krissy stuck to Rufus as he went to greet and introduce her to people he already knew. It seemed like no one was actually running this, that they were just all grouped together. There was a small table of snacks and drinks in the corner. It didn't seem...right. Hunters don't group together. They are, by unwritten-law, lone wolves. Part of the reason she turned up was because the call was extremely suspicious. Probably the reason most of the others were here too. Especially the gun-totting ones. She put her rucksack at her feet and stood at the back, near the drinks. If this was a trap, that table and the exit door needed to be very close to her.
A loud sound filled the room. Someone was tapping the mic and asking people to sit down.
No body moved.
The person at the mic was blonde and tall. She didn't look like a hunter, in fact, she looked like she'd never lifted anything in her life. Clad in a black dress with heels, she looked like she was on her way to a dance. Krissy sighed. It's hunters like her that give female hunters a bad image.
"Excuse me, everyone! Thank you all for coming. I'm Helen and I'll be you're informant,".
No one said anything, Krissy swore she head a gun get loaded.
"Right, well, let's get started,".
The meeting was boring. No wonder these meetings never happen. Get about 16 hunters in a room together, and fights break out. Rufus was already arguing within 5 minutes with another hunter who didn't believe that he had killed a vampire out near Montana. The room was convinced that a vampire hadn't been seen since last year. Krissy tried to speak up, but everyone was yelling over the top of her. She got fed up by the end of it. She'd never been taken seriously, just 'cause she was young and female. She walked to the drinks table and smashed a glass. Everyone stopped and looked at her in shock.
"Look. On my way here I had to tangle with a freaking vampire. So if you all are convinced the vampire problem has gone, then how did I get this?," She showed the gash in her head to the silence of the warehouse. All that could be heard was Rufus's soft chuckling.
"Um, right. Well. Could we get back to the main point of the meet up?" Helen said softly.
"Yeah, what is the main point of this meeting?" a voice said from the back. Everyone turned to see whose voice it was. Krissy didn't care by this point. This meeting was pointless. She bent down to pick up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She dropped it again as soon as she saw who stepped through the crowd of people.
"Ah, the Winchesters. So nice of you to join us,".
4 years.
It had been 4 years since they had seen each other. Dean wasn't looking at her, but she could tell he had seen her. From her little outburst? Everyone had.
"Many hunters have reported strange groups working together. Vampires and Werewolves, Wendigos and Cross-roads Demons. Even ghosts and shape-shifters have been spotted in packs. There creatures aren't pack animals. These occurrences have been happening all over. It's possible, that the vampire Krissy killed and the one up in Montana, were both part of a larger group,".
The warehouse was silent for once. Dean turned his head to look at Krissy and mouthed the words 'Did you kill a vampire?'.
Krissy nodded and received a thumbs up from Dean.
Even if he was a meat head, his approval still meant something to her, even if she would never admit it.
"So, what do you expect us to do about this?" said another voice, Sam. Still as tall as ever.
"We're just using this meeting as a meet up. If you'd all leave your names and numbers to call you by, we can keep you updated,".
I think everyone laughed at this one.
"Sorry love, but do you really think we are going to give you all that? We're 'unters, not bloody electricians,".
Bobby Singer.
Krissy didn't know him very well, but Rufus did. And any friend of Rufus...
Helen had lost the crowd, that was certain. Everyone had broken off into smaller groups and were telling their tales.
Krissy saw the Winchesters in a group with Rufus and Bobby. Since they were the only people she knew, she forced herself over to them.
"Krissy! Here you are,".
Rufus went to introduced her, but Dean stopped him.
"Oh, we've met,".
He extended his fist in a sort of 'bro fist bump' to which Krissy just stared at.
Sam chuckled as Dean awkwardly put his hands down.
"So, Krissy, what brings you to this neck of the woods?".
Krissy sighed. She hated telling the story again and again.
"Something happened to Dad, again. I swear, he doesn't come back so many times you'd think I was used to it. But this time it's been longer. Any trail I follow goes cold as soon as I step on it. Either someone is covering their tracks, or he's already dead,".
Dean smiled.
"So you hoped you'd run into us so we could help you out," he said, smiling like a child.
"Don't flatter yourself, the trail last said he was seen around here. It was just a coincidence you lot turned up,".
"Ain't no such thing as a coincidence,". Bobby said, smiling slightly.
"When did he disappear?" Sam asked, just like he had the first time they'd met.
"Around my 18th birthday,".
"Wait, wait wait,". Dean said. Everyone looked at him. He smiled slightly.
"You're legal?".
Everyone ignored him and continued talking.
Her father never left for this long, and he would always take her now that she was older. But this time was different. A call in the middle of the night? A hurriedly packed bag and quick goodbye. Not even an explanation. Something was wrong. Krissy was going to find it.
The conversation changed to what Krissy referred to as 'The Adventured of Sam and Dean'. She swore their lives were so comical they should make a tv show about them.
"So, any luck with that ghost up in Scottsbluff?" Rufus asked. Sam glared at Dean whilst he laughed.
"Well, let's just say it's handled,".
"And it would have been handled so much better if I didn't have to dress up as the woman's husband,".
"Why? It worked didn't it?".
"The husband was a transvestite,".
Krissy stifled a laugh as Dean told him that he looked lovely as a woman.
Suddenly a loud crash tore everyone away from their conversations. Helen was screaming as someone snapped her neck. A large man in his thirties took the microphone. Everyone's guns pointed towards him.
"Hello all. Thank you so much for coming. I'm Michael and I'll be your devourer this evening,".
As he finished his sentence his eyes flicked to black, and all hell broke loose.
AN: Please R&R would make my day. Well, that fact that you read it has made my day, but anything extra would be lovely :)