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Episode 6: The Obligatory Shapeshifter Episode by @revwinchester

The room was dark, though afternoon light was trying to pour in from behind the curtain. The only sound was the soft beeping and whirring of machinery. A man lay sleeping in his hospital bed, unaware of anything that was happening around him. A young woman entered the room wearing scub pants and a hoodie and crossed to the bed, brandishing a knife.

Alex pulled back her hood, held the knife aloft over the man’s body and then plunged it into his chest.

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“Patience! Patience!”

When Patience came back to herself, Jody’s hands were on her arms, helping to support her weight. Patience shook her head, recognizing that she was in Jody’s kitchen. There was a puddle on the floor and she was glad she had been using a plastic cup; one less mess to clean up.

“You had a vision,” Jody said as Patience’s breathing returned to normal. It was a statement, not a question, and Patience knew she couldn’t keep this vision to herself any longer.

“It’s Alex,” Patience admitted, quickly checking that the other girl wasn’t around, “she’s going to kill someone.”

Episode 5: Canonical by @ireactions

bodycam 414x04355lf transcription - date 40305002018-24 - assignment sheriff donna hanscum (stillwater) on temporary 24 hr assignment to saint paul police dept for camera pilot project - 2:04 p.m.

There's soft murmuring and the gentle hiss of air conditioning. Then there's soft footfalls along floors both hard-tiled and carpeted. On top of all of that is a clipped, hurried step.

CLERK: (politely detached) "Welcome to the Saint Paul Public Library. Can I help you find something, officer?"

DONNA: (cheerfully hurried) "Sheriff, actually, and full disclosure, I'm wearin' a bodycam! Don't worry; I'm the one who oughta worry because everything I do is being recorded! Not filmed, though; darned optics on all these lenses are a bust! But there's still sound and I wouldn't want anyone saying anything they wouldn't want caught on tape and I think it's good to tell everyone that the mic is hot, the power switch is broken, and I can't turn this off."

CLERK: "Sure, whatever, Sheriff -- "

DONNA: "Donna Hanscum."

CLERK: (indifferent) "Sheriff Scum."

DONNA: "Ah, actually -- "

CLERK: "How can I help you?"

DONNA: "Point me to the ladies, wouldja? Had to chug four coffees just to stay awake through that bodycam briefing!"

CLERK: (almost by rote) "Ground floor restrooms're being cleaned, people've been sleeping in the second floor stalls -- and there's a Supernatural book club on Level Three doing their monthly fanfic reading and those get pretty heated. I'd head down those stairs to the basement archives if I were you. Women's room is on the left."

DONNA: "Thanks loads!"

Donna's footsteps head off into the distance.

CLERK: (blandly) "Just watch your step; people go down there to shoot up and they never throw their needles in the bin."

DONNA: (voice off in the distance) "Gotcha!"

Episode 3: Down by the Water by @rebecca-the-bi

Patience Turner woke up from her nightmare vision with a jolt. She took a few deep, ragged breaths. She sat up and looked around her room. Alex slept peacefully in her bed, opposite from Patience. She grabbed her phone to check the time. The screen blinked on, displaying a picture of her and a friend. The time read 1:30 am. She sighed under her breath and set her phone back on the nightstand. She got up and walked out of her room, closing the door softly. She opened the door to the bathroom and went in. She hit the switch, and the light fluttered on. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with cool water. She turned off the sink and sat down on the edge of the tub.

There was a knock at the door.

“Patience? Everything okay?” Alex asked through the door.

Patience looked at the bathroom door.

“Patience? Is it okay if I come in?”

“Yeah.” Patience replied.

The door opened and Alex walked in, her hair slightly matted from sleep and her eyes worried. She closed the door and leaned against the wall.

“You okay? You look off,” she said

“I’m fine.”

Alex sat next to her and looked at her. “Are you sure?” she asked

“I had a nightmare. Well a vision actually, this guy was drowning. It was weird though.”

“How so?”

“There was some sort of humming or something like that coming from the water. When he went to check it out, he got pulled in by some force,” Patience explained

Alex nodded, running a hand through her brown hair. “Huh. Well, that’s certainly weird. Should we tell Jody? Maybe she can offer some insight or even look up wherever it is that this happened. Send someone…”

“No! No, she’ll worry and I won’t be able to figure this out on my own. I understand that she cares, but I have the visions and I feel like if I don’t start trying to become comfortable with this now, I may never.”

Episode 2: Walking Sam by @wingedcatninja

All of them had been hitting the books hard, looking for some explanation for what they had decided to call the rift coma. Claire, being a young woman of action, was bored and had volunteered to make a supply run. Anything to get out of the house and away from the lore books. She sauntered along the aisles of the small convenience store, grabbing things that were on her list as she found them. Taking any excuse to prolong the time she had to herself away from reading obscure texts in weird languages, she stopped at the newspaper rack and skimmed the headlines.

“Hey, this ain’t a library, lady.” The squeaky voice of the pimply-faced kid who manned the register piped up behind her and she grimaced at the rack of newspapers. She grabbed a couple of the papers, one local and one national, and headed to the check-out with a sigh.

The kid eyed her the whole time while he rang up her items, and she was a little proud of herself that she actually ignored him instead of punching him in the face. She grabbed the two paper bags and gave him a smile. “Thanks. Have a nice day!” Her tone was chipper and the look on his face when she walked away made her laugh. You had to enjoy the little things in life, right?

Stowing the bags in the backseat, she grabbed the papers and slouched in the driver’s seat while she skimmed through them. There were a few promising articles in the national paper that she marked for later before she picked up the local paper.

A few pages in she came across an article about another rash of suicides and attempted suicides at the Pine Ridge reservation. What caught her eye was the mention of a local urban legend about a spirit called Walking Sam. Going back to the beginning, she read the entire article, filtering it through her hunter knowledge. Folding the paper with the article on top, she chose to drive by the library instead of heading back home.

An hour and a half later, Claire had gone through every text the library had on Walking Sam and she was fairly certain it was an actual spirit. It had been around for a century at least, as far as she could tell, and it seemed to crop up every fifteen years like clockwork. Leaving the books and articles on the table where she had been sitting, she hurried out to the car and drove home.

Alex met Claire in the kitchen as she came in from the garage, arms full of groceries. Without asking, the girls both started putting things away. When they were almost done, Alex nudged the paper that had ended up on the counter.

“Looking for cases?” She kept her tone carefully neutral.

Claire shrugged and turned her back, putting some cans away. When she turned back around, Alex was folding one of the paper bags, her hips leaned against the counter.

“We’re already on a case, Claire. You’re not just gonna run off chasing some monster with this crap going on?”

Episode 1: Pilot by @goodfemalecharacters

“We’ll wait for Alejandro to arrive.  She can be his first turn.”

Even with her left hand occupied with pulling the lock pick out of her boot, Claire still wrinkled her nose at the vampire.

“Dude, gross.  He’s totally not my type.”

The pick slid between her sweaty fingers and her sock.  Claire tightened her grip and brought the pick slowly to the cuffs on her wrists.

“You’re too partial to that boy,” the other vampire complained. “Why should he have the best of everything?”

Claire twisted the lock pick in the lock, her wrist wrenching.  The more they argued, the better off she would be.

“He’s fresh,” the man said. “He needs it.”

Claire rolled her eyes.  This was almost as bad as the villainous monologuing that monsters got up to sometimes.

“What if I need it?”

Thinking of how disappointed Jody would be if she got her throat ripped out for snark, Claire snapped her mouth shut and set to work on the lock.

“Arabella—”

“I’ll take care of the girl.”

Great.  Claire strained upwards in the chair to get the leverage she needed to pop the lock.

“What do you think gives you the authority—”

Arabella’s fangs dropped down over her normal teeth.  Claire jerked down back automatically, heart fluttering.  She wasn’t going to get the lock quickly enough.

Bzzz.  Bzzz.

Both vampires looked down at Claire’s cellphone, which kept on buzzing, blissfully unaware of the situation.  Claire shoved down with the last of her strength.  The lock popped open.

And because she couldn’t help herself, she quipped, “Excuse me, I have to take that.”

They had left her machete by her phone—rookie mistake, come on—so Claire scooped it up and swung.  Arabella snarled, but before she got the chance to lunge, Claire lopped off her head.  She swung in a circle and gave the other vampire the same treatment.

“Hey Jody,” she said, holding her phone up to her ear on the last buzz. “What’s up?”

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Episode 1: Pilot

“Jody told us about the case.”

Claire dug her toe into the dirt, refusing to look up at her.

“I thought she wanted my help.”

Patience started swinging back and forth, matching Claire’s pace. “We do these sorts of things together.  Jody calls us family, like it or not.”

Claire wanted to say ‘you have a family, you can go home.’  She wanted to say, ‘there’s an angel possessing my father’s body and he texts me bee emojis when he thinks I’m sad.’  She wanted to say, ‘Jody can’t possibly have room in her heart for another kid.’ Instead, she settled for silence.

“You know, you’re not the only one who feels guilty about Kaia.”

Claire continued her staring contest with the dirt.  Beside her, the swing creaked as Patience brought it to a halt.

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