𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

048

Fear. That's what took over my body. After that hard slap of truth hit me, I was speechless. There was no way in hell that I was in love with a hunter. Over, and over, and over again would I tell myself that I will never get close to, or even think about liking a hunter. So, why? Why did he easily change my mind?

I think about all the things that's happened between us, all the things I've felt. From the hunts where I would worry if he'd get out alive and back to me, to my birthday when he made me all giddy and shy for the first time, to the time where he held me as I cried talking about my high school experience and how he made me feel safe and calm.

Thinking about it now, going through every emotion I've felt around him, made me realize it was true. I loved Dean Winchester. And it only took me six months to do so. I scoff at the short amount of time.

What am I, a schoolgirl?

"Getting readings?" Sam asks and it makes me jump back to reality.

"Yeah, big time." My hands tighten their grip around the shotgun that's in their clutches at the sound of his voice. I made sure to have Sam stand between us, which rarely happens, but at the moment, I needed my distance from him.

"This place is orbing like crazy." Sam tells us. I look over to see for myself and sigh when I see he isn't just exaggerating.

"Guess the spirits are out to play this time around." I joke.

"And if these uncovered bodies are causing the hauntings?" Sam questions knowingly.

"We got to find them and burn them." Dean says before I can.

"My favorite kinda job." I say sarcastically.

"Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit...is a pissed off spirit of a psycho killer."

"True." I nod. We take a few steps down the same corridor we walked earlier today when I hear an almost whispering noise from behind me. The three of us turn quickly, and I raise my gun to shoot at something but there is nothing there.

"Weird." I mutter quietly with narrowed eyes.

We stay on high alert as we make our way back to the operating room. It was just how we left it, but now it was colder, and the hairs behind my neck were raised. Staying with Sam as Dean goes to wander off, I run my fingers over the walls, avoiding the mold, in hopes of finding a loose cement brick or poorly covered hole where the bodies could have been stuffed.

"Jennifer! Shotgun!" Sam shouts suddenly. I whip around at the panic in his tone and rush over to him, away from the blind spot where a wall separated us. As soon as I do, I spot a woman, whose face is completely busted up, walking slowly to Sam. I quickly aim my shotgun and shoot at it, causing it to disappear.

Thank god for rock salt.

Dean comes rushing in and looks at the both of us with wide eyes.

"What happened?" He asks breathlessly.

"Casper the ghost is what happened." I huff. He chuckles and starts walking back towards the direction he came from.

"That was weird." Sam says.

"Everything about this is weird, Sam. Weird is our job." I scoff, following after Dean. Sam quickly follows us.

"No, Jen, I mean, it was weird that she didn't attack me."

"Then why shout for me to shoot her?"