A.N. I do not own So Weird or Supernatural. Thanks to anyone still reading this!
Pain shot through Fi's leg as she walked. A simple interview had turned out to be her stumbling into an active vampire nest and she was only lucky she had come armed enough to get away. When she got to her car, she opened the back door and just fell in, feeling dizzy as she closed the door.
When she woke up, her back was sore and her leg still throbbed. She was shocked to be alive, having wondered if they would just follow her. Still, she crawled between the front seats and got into the driver side, starting the car and driving back to her motel in the dark.
A beat up truck was parked directly in front of her motel room, and she narrowed her eyes at the South Dakota plates. She had seen those plates before…
Cautiously, she grabbed a gun from her dash and slipped it into her belt awkwardly before sliding out. As she approached her door, she was silent. Swallowing, she put her key in the lock and then threw it open.
A large, vaguely familiar, man caught her arm when she went for her belt and she was put on a chair hard and disarmed. "You are alive out of sheer dumb luck."
"Who-?" Fi went to get up and then put her hands up and sat back when his eyes narrowed. "Why are you following me?"
"Don't go thinking I'm some old pervert. You're a bull who wandered into my china shop. You walked right into a nest I was tracking and the ONLY reason you are alive is because you spooked 'em enough to make the focus on leaving… Screwing up MY investigation, you clumsy, ill informed idjit!" The bearded man was yelling at the end.
Wincing, Fi looked up at him and paused. "Wait… You… You saved me and my family when I was a kid."
"Which is why I am giving you the courtesy of this conversation. Stop hunting, Girl. You are in the way of the real hunters." He put her weapons on the table and started towards the door.
Shaking, Fi surged to her feet. "Hey! I'm not gonna stop! You know me, you know I can't… Teach me. Please."
Hand on the door, he glanced back at her. His eyes got distant. "I ain't a nice teacher, Girl. But when that leg is healed, you come to Sioux Falls and look me up. Bobby Singer."