𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

071

"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true."

"Mrs. McKay..." I start, pulling off my deputy hat. "I understand your concerns, and we know that you've already spoken to local authorities, but it seems like this calls for state police." I tell her, tucking my hat under my arm.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam says slowly to the boy standing next to his mom.

"I was up late...watching TV...when I heard this...weird noise."

"What did it sound like?"

"It sounded like...a monster."

"Huh." I breathe, looking at Dean with pursed lips.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." The mother sighs, looking tired of this conversation already.

"Um..." Evan hesitates, then sighs in embarrassment. "Godzilla vs. Mothra."

Oh no.

Dean laughs a bit.

"That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?" Evan grins up at him and nods.

"Totally."

"Yeah. He likes the remake." Dean points to Sam.

"Yuck." Evan cringes. I snort in amusement, looking down at my notepad and pen.

"That's what I-" Sam clears his throat, successfully cutting Dean off. I try hiding a smile by pressing the pen to my lips, still looking down.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Sam asks.

"No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car." Evan stresses. I look up, a brow pointed upwards.

"Then what happened?" I ask. Evan sighs, turning his head out the window.

"It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What did it sound like, Evan?" Sam presses gently.

"Like this...whining growl." I share a look with Sam and Dean then look at Evan's mom with a tight lipped smile.

"Thanks for your time." I tip my hat to her.

The dive we go to that night is full of bikers. Black leather jackets, beards, horseshoe mustaches, tattoos, and motorcycles is all I see. Dean, Sam, and I didn't fit in at all, especially me with my flared jeans and graphic tee, but we did at the same time. We manage to get our own small table right by the dart board without any problems which is a small surprise considering these places are usually so busy at night.

"You've got to be the best looking gal in this joint." Dean slides onto a bar stool next to me at the bar. I look at him and flash a smile, taking a sip of my beer. After taking a sip, I smack my lips together.

"That the line you usually throw at women?" I slide him an unopened beer. I was just about to take it to him, back at our table, but I guess he couldn't wait. He grabs it and cracks it open easily.

"It works, doesn't it?" I snort at him, shaking my head as I look down. When I look back up again, the corners of his eyes are crinkled as he smirks at me.