I Bet on Losing Dogs

Chapter 2

I should have known Jacob would not let me leave his sight the second I opened my fat mouth and even fatter car trunk. At least his couch was comfy.

Thunder was still shaking in the distance, but not as loudly as Jake's voice over the phone as he spoke to his dad. The skin in my arms started to prickle, and I felt the air in my throat thicken. Absentmindedly, I reached over for the hand stitched blanket and tugged on the fibers. My heart was throbbing between my lungs, and I knew this was the worst idea to show up here. Realistically, I should have texted Sam. However, because I'm an idiot, of course I drove 20 minutes to the rez to show my kind of boyfriend the dead body that had been rotting in my trunk.

The thing about vampires is that they all used to be people. Guilt started building up in my stomach. Dean always got on my case about stuff like this, and it usually came with yelling in the backseat, which turned into yelling at the hotel, then again in the car, and then back in the bunker. That, or he'd give me the silent treatment. And always, always, without fail, he'd catch me in the open and give one of his shitty, halfhearted Dean Apologies, that always started with "Look, kid-", and ended with "I'm just trying to keep you safe". There was always some kind of insult sprinkled in there that I wouldn't think to respond to until that night or the next day but couldn't bring myself to argue because reopening stuff like that with Dean just made it worse. He's just one of those people that you just have to take the shit from.

Lost in thought and clutching that quilted blanket, I didn't recognize that Jacob was moving towards me until he thumped on the couch. He seemed disturbingly unfazed, which concerned me more than I was bothered.

"So..." He spoke, looking up at me with his deep brown eyes. I knew then and there that I was going to spill my guts if he asked me to, and that I was perfectly fine if he shifted and tore my throat out because of it. "Are you okay?"

Am I okay?

Suddenly, his hand was on my back and he was pulling me in for a hug. He was pulling me in for a hug like there wasn't a headless body in my car. I pulled the heels of my palms to my eyes to stop the tears from coming, but I had never felt so... fluttery in my lungs before.

"Jake, I just killed someone", I said, pushing myself away from him.

"A vampire, but okay", he responded. He started to smile, but I cut him off.

"There is a double-dead vampire in my trunk, and I really don't understand how either of us are supposed to respond to this properly. I feel like this situation" I gestured to us, "is a little too mellow-ey for that situation" I jammed my thumb towards the front door, pointing at my car. Why isn't he freaking out? 

"Do you want to start, or do you want me to?" He asked.

"I know I should probably start because you deserve the truth, but I think it'll be easier if you do" I told him, leaning back on the couch.

"OK, but we're going for a drive because I'm not so sure I want my dad walking in on your suspicious backstory"

"That's probably a smart idea"

Jacob and I drove for a while before he started talking. I gave him privacy in his words by staring at the bright green leaves as he turned down forest roads. He talked a little about his mom, and then about his dad. He told me about this girl he was friends with a few years ago, and that her dad was Chief Swan. He told me about this big crush he had on her, and how she fell in love with a vampire who ended up moving her to Alaska. He told me about his transition to becoming a shifter, something about a vampire cult called the Volturi (which I mentally locked away for later to send to Sam) and a few more stories about the pack. He explained the origins of his tribe (which I did know), and finally talked about becoming chief.

I listened, and wished I had a notebook to write down everything he said. Honestly, his life could be a book or a movie. When he finished, I could feel his eyes on me, even though they should be on the road.

"I'll be honest, that wasn't what I expected" I finally said, turning to look at him. Thankful for the smile he responded with, I leaned back in the seat, tucking my knees with me.

"Alright, mystery girl, your turn". His hand suddenly grabbed mine before pulling the truck to a stop right before La Push beach. I stared at the water for a minute or two before realizing I needed to say something.

"Before I tell you anything, I need you to just let me talk first, OK? I don't know how much you're going to believe but I need you to trust me starting now, because everything you think you know about me is a lie". Jacob went pale, and what looked like anguish crossed his face briefly.

"Truth one", and I told him my name.

"Truth two, I am a hunter. I know you know that 'supernatural' creatures are real, but ghosts and demons and monsters are too. My brothers and I hunt them, kill them, and protect people from them. It hasn't been the easiest life, and Sam and Dean- my brothers -aren't even my real brothers. My life has been hell in a lot of ways, but I wouldn't change it. Saving people, hunting things, the 'Family Business'? That gets me out of bed every day."

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Sorry I'm literally shit at updating I had exams but that's not really an excuse so my bad here is chapter 2 pls enjoy bye

also I wrote this all at 12 midnight so rarh