𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
lexi winchester had experienced hell and back. she had hunted every monster, killed demons, slain vampires. it was in her blood to kill. but when a nephilim came to be, she made a different choice.
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It took a lot of adjusting for the people in the bunker to settle in. Sam teaching them about the current world, more clothes and supplies being brought in, less privacy and space. It would take a while getting used to, but Lexi knew she'd adjust soon enough.
The next day, a case was found, which Lexi was ever so grateful for something to distract herself with. It was a simple werewolf hunt, nothing too dangerous, and Team Free Will had no problem killing some werewolf ass.
Lexi had always adored hunting, despite the dangers of it. While some hunters hated their profession, Lexi loved the thrill of it. As sadistic as it was, she loved the feel of a gun in her hand or a blade slicing through monster flesh. It was a terrifying thought, but she truly loved killing monsters. Of course, it was a different thing when it came to innocent humans, she would never dare hurt the innocent. But this was different, they were monsters, their instinct was to kill and hurt humans. They deserved to die.
They arrived outside the werewolf base, a boathouse that resided alongside a lake. The ground around them was wet and muddy from the previous bad weather, but Lexi didn't mind. A little bit of rain was better than thunderstorms and bomb attacks.
"All right," Dean said as he approached Jack and Cas with his siblings beside him, "Gang's all here."
"How many are inside?" Sam inquired.
Castiel tilted his head to focus, "I can hear three. Wait, maybe -- maybe four." He squinted his eyes, "They're talking about whether Kylie Jenner would make a good mother...the consensus is no."
"Yeah, well, that's why I'm a Khloe man." Dean joked. He took an ammo clip out of his pocket and loaded his gun. "All right, we're talking werewolves, which means..." He ventured to Jack.
"Silver bullets." The boy replied.
"That's right." The man nodded, "So, you know the play. Let's do it."
They stealthy approach the boat house, weapons gripped steadily and senses on high alert. Castiel went ahead of the group, holding out a hand to motion for them to stop, before leaping around the corner of the house and plunging his silver blade into the heart of a werewolf. The sounds of pain coming from the monster were quiet, not enough to alert the other ones inside.
So, they still possessed the element of surprise as Sam, Dean, Lexi and Jack busted through the wooden door. Inside, two men jumped out the their seats, fangs descending from their gums. With threatening growls, they moved to lunge forward but froze in the cold air as Jack held out his hand, golden rings of light filling the small boat house while he kept them back. Meanwhile, The Winchester's raised their guns and repetitively shot the werewolves in the chests.
