{━ ʷᵃʳʳᶤᵒʳ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ }

           “Yeah, I do.”

It was obvious that Pip had some kind of experience here, though that wasn’t unusual for supernatural creatures, most of the time. At least, that’s what he had always assumed, completely sure that his buddy Freddie was more of an except, than the rule. How could they not know?

           He nods his head in the direction of the door. “Lead the way.”

There’s definitely now way he’s letting the other end up behind him. He was way too nervous for that.

     ‘ alright, alright. ‘

a fist moved to shove the glass door ( which was quite heavy, if he did say so, ) abroad and stepped through it. an arm remained holding it for the boy, simply out of manners, and his expression remained neutral. 

   ‘ you do know that i could be JUST AS paranoid as you are,      right ? there’s a reason hunters go after you. but hey, if you      don’t kill me and drag my body into the woods, maybe i’ll      buy you dinner and take you out on a romantic night on the town. ‘

“Ok, it looks like you’re a real FBI agent,” she laughed as she stared at him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Molly. Molly Hooper,” she said and pointed to her ID that had an old photo of her and her name. “Now tell me, what corpse are you looking for? I’ll check it out for you, just let me know the name.” 

‘ nice to meet ‘ya, molly. that’s a nice   photo, you know. ‘ 

     the hunter was careful to remember whatever      ridiculous alias he’d had picked this time, and      did his best to belt it out with CONFIDENCE.

                   “ is every- “

  she knows he’s gone when she’s greeted with the dial tone instead of his voice. with how he was acting lately towards things, that wasn’t surprising. bringing a slender hand up to her face, she rubs her eyes, only stopping when stars begin to dot her vision. jo slides out of her chair and grabs her jacket, the leather sleeves cool against her arms when she slips it on.

  she calls out to her mother, saying she doesn’t know when she’ll be back and snatches the keys off the hook behind the bar. dean’s been distant and she’s been worried. that wasn’t really anything new, but she’s noticed it’s gotten worse lately.

  the old station wagon sputters to life with the turn of a key and jolts forward with a step on the gas. jo’s familiar with the motel. she would go there whenever she and her mother had a particularly nasty argument just to cool off for the night. she’d been lost in thought throughout most of the drive and when she finally notices the old motel six sign on the side of the road she pulls into the parking lot.

 one hasty parking job and a slammed door later, she’s in front of his room, knuckles rapping on the wooden door.

               “ dean it’s me. “

     LEAD-HEAVY feet were swung from the cheap, thin motel      mattress and landed with a thud on the floor. wood creaked      beneath every step dean made towards the knocking, and       his hand rested on the knob for a few moments before swinging      the door open. 

 ‘ hey, jo. it’s been a, uh, ━━━ a while. ‘

     the hunter stepped to the side, widening the walkway into the room      to give the blonde an opportunity to enter. his throat was already       beginning to feel as if he’d swallowed a rock, which SUCKED. dean      hated nothing more than looking all friggin’ pathetic, especially in      front of JOANNA. 

           “I know.”

It’s a simple answer, something that comes from a boy who’s seen far too much in his time. Sometimes he wished that he was more like Freddie, a kind of blissful ignorance of all the danger that was really around for people like him, but that would never happen. Someone had to be the protective one here, pack leader or not.

           “The gun gets locked in the car, and I better not even smell             something wrong going on.”

A threat, though he knows that he’s the one with the downside here. Even through just agreeing, there’s a chance that he may have just screwed himself, considering the real amount of lying and deceit that came with the line of work. At least if he got hurt, they’d think that the werewolf problem was gone.

    ‘ YEAH, that’s what i just said i’d do, kid.        i’m not tryin’ to do you dirty, alright ? do       you want to FOLLOW me all the way there        and watch me close my car, too ? ‘ 

“Ehm, right…” She paused, looking at him. “I need to see your badge first, please. Just to make sure you’re really an FBI ID card. Standard procedure.”

    ‘ oh of course, miss. ‘ 

and with that, a cheap-leather badge was flashed just fast enough to HOPEFULLY mask the fact that it was from a low-bar fake ID shop, and crafted by a 19 year old. cue a glimmering, scam artist grin.

‘ i’m with the FBI. we’re doing an, uh, investigation.   there’s a body i need to check out, if you could help   with that. for the sake of CRIMINAL JUSTICE. ‘

   “ sure thing, sweetheart. “

 two slender digits signal for the young woman at the counter to bring the check. as soon as it comes she wastes no time in placing the plastic card in between the covers of the leather book placed at the edge of their table. meanwhile, she takes a few moments to enjoy what’s left of her own shake, brown eyes only raising when the card is returned to her. they’d been here for a little over 30 minute, she figures the tow guy should be here soon.

      the line for the LITTLE BOY’S ROOM       was taking a suspicious amount of time.       especially considering the factor that dean       was the ONLY person waiting for it. boots       tapped against linoleum flooring, five minutes       had gone by. then five more. a fist banged on        the door. ‘ hey, bud, hurry up, would y’? ‘       no answer. odd. kicking down the DOOR was       probably a bad idea, so he turned and walked       back towards his favorite BLONDE.

  the familiar buzz of her phone against the table takes her away from her current task of putting together research for a hunt she’s about to take. without taking any time to read who it is, she flips it open and brings it up to her ear.

        “ this is jo. “

              ( could you come here ? please ? )

  he doesn’t even have to say who it is. she already knows. she exhales through her nose, leaving a moment of silence between them & glancing at her work one more time before finally speaking. a part of her hates that she’s so willing to go to him even after the way he’s treated her lately. but her BLEEDING heart always gets the better of her.

           “ where is HERE?”

     ‘ motel six. lincoln park. y’know, couple o’        miles from the roadhouse. i was goin’ to        stop by and visit, but ━━━━ somethin’        came up. ‘

      { the ROUGHEST year in a man’s life was the       first year without someone he’d never expected       to live WITHOUT. now, everyone handles their own       grief in a different way. dean’s method of choice was       to simply shut down, to turn off. he would go to a dark,       empty place where the world couldn’t find him, and where       he couldn’t find the world. he was raised with a shotgun       under his bed, and one specific instruction above all else:            PROTECT SAMMY.        how the hell was he supposed to face his father now ? what       could he even say ? their family was already broken up enough,       and yet he’d divided it nearly double. it all HAPPENED when the       impala was SIDE SLAMMED by the truck. dean had already been       pretty bashed up from their hunt, and that added insult to injury:       literally. he was supposed to DIE in that hospital, and everyone had       been shocked when he woke up, unscathed.                 sam had made a deal.         he knew he was taking this out on jo. he’d barely said a word to her in        a week, and whenever she’d gotten close he shrugged her away. it wasn’t        right. and deep down, dean knew that; but he felt shattered. a cell phone -         the cheapest one that a gas station could offer him - was clutched tight        and shoved against his ear. after several rings, a soft & familiar voice lit       up the line. }

          ❛ hey. can’t help you’re good looking. ❜ ozzie shrugs ever so slightly before he offers the other a grin. ❛ can i buy you a drink, there, mate ?? ❜

“You going to take me outside and shoot me?” He’s trying his best to whisper, right now.

A harsh tone, though it’s less about the other, and more about what Pip knows he is. Hunters were bad enough when you were a were- wolf, but they were even worse when you had grown up the way that Pip had. Knowing every single evil thing that had ever been taught, because he had learned that’s where every single hunter came from. They had all come from the same place, and they were all cold and heartless, because that’s how they were raised. He doesn’t trust this guy, and it’s really no surprise.

“Why should I trust you?” Pissing off a werewolf in a crowded place really wasn’t the best plan.

      a pang of hesitation contorted at his lips &       eyes. a mouth was pursed shut before yet       another harsh whisper was released from it.       he truly had noticed the GOOD within this kid,       and he for sure didn’t think working in an every       day DEPARTMENT store was a signature look        for a MURDERER.

   ‘ you’re going to trust me, because      i know what you are. and BELIEVE      it when i say that if i wanted to smoke      you out, you’d already be dead. look,       i ain’t the only hunter out there, and i       am DEFINITELY not the cruelest. i’m       giving you a chance to TALK. that’s more      than somebody else would give you,       so if i were you, i’d take the RISK. ‘

    he shook his head slightly, with a calloused hand     raising to rub at the stubble covering his chin.