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"ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ"

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"ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ"

...

"You sure you're up for this?"

"Dean!"

"What? I'm just saying, you're going to school tomorrow so I wouldn't like CPS to bust down the door because you're covered in bruises." He raised his hands in defence.

You rolled your eyes. "The sooner this is done the better. I'm busy tomorrow."

"With what?" Dean's acting needed some work, he tried to come off nonchalant but you heard the suspicion in it.

"I'm hanging out with a friend. It's the local sheriff's kid don't be too worried."

"Why would I care about her father?" You smirked.

"Because if their dad is the sheriff obviously they're not doing drugs or underage drinking so you can take a chill pill, old man."

"No no, I know that smirk." Damn you, Sammy, "It's not a girl is it?"

You opened and closed your mouth a bit, licking your lips. "I don't think we should assume genders, especially at this age since ya know, we're still in high school and -"

"So it's a guy?"

"I mean - what do you define as a guy?"

"Someone who's not a girl."

"What do you define as a girl?"

"(Y/N)!"

"Okay okay yes it's a guy!"

"You're not going."

"Says who?"

"Says the older brother with a trunk filled with weapons of all shapes and sizes who's not afraid to kill a teen."

"Dean!"

"(Y/N)!" He replied, mimicking your voice.

"Sam back me up!"

"Leave me out of this." He chuckled, walking ahead of you and Dean in the woods, gun resting in his left hand.

"C'mon, we're literally going to watch movies. Nothing more, nothing less." You reasoned, pausing when you heard something, the three of you turning to face where the noise came from, guns ready but stopped as a fat raccoon went scurrying away, tail fluffed in terror.

"I know what guys at this age have on their minds, trust me I remember it well." He smirked at your disgusted face.

"Dean! (Y/N)!"

"Did you find any signs?" Dean asked back, laughing slightly at the punch you gave him as you angrily stalked towards Sam.

"No, but I think this is something you need to see."

"What do we need to see if it's not the - Oh...holy shit."

You gasped a bit, staring at what Sam had called you both forward for. A young woman's body, no older than twenty, no younger than sixteen was laid on the grass, eyes open wide yet unseeing. Snapping into hunter instincts you handed Sam a pair of gloves - something you made them start wearing so they wouldn't leave fingerprints, no need to have to die for the public to stop chasing them...again. Rolling her head over Sam checked her neck, seeing several bites along it, along with a hole.

"(Y/N) hand me a...stick or something." You grabbed a nearby twig, placing it in Sam's hand, who mumbled a 'thank you'. You heard Dean wonder around, probably to look for something else unusual.

"This was definitely a wraith but...there's bites along her neck almost like - "

"Vampire?" Dean asked, holding something up. "Yeah..." He walked over showing you and Sam a tooth - a fang.

"Some vamp lost a tooth? At the scene of the crime?" Your voice was very sceptical, causing Dean to shrug.

"So a wraith and a vamp? Teaming up? Vaith team...wramp..."

You rolled your eyes. "So first a djinn and now a wraith and a vamp? What the hell is up with this town?" Sam wondered.

You shrugged, "Supernatural con?" You grinned at the annoyed look on the two brothers, remembering their pain at the actual supernatural con thanks to Sam's stalker.

"You're hilarious."

"I try."

A deep growl made the three of you freeze, guns poised in your hands as you stood still and silent, waiting for any more sound or movement. A bright pair of what seemed to be amber eyes peered at your trio, and none of you moved to do anything. It flickered a bit as if it were blinking before they turned and you heard something run. As quick as you could you turned on your flashlight, catching only a glimpse of someone's back.

"Dean?" You whispered.

"I have no idea."

"...Well shit."

- A/N - 

SO WAS CHAPTER TWO BAD? BECAUSE I DIDN'T DISLIKE IT, MAYBE SOME ACTION IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS..? IT'S NOT LONG BUT I THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER SO DON'T WORRY.

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