Hunter Unknown

On The Hunt

As I drove into town, I started to receive the usual looks.  My car doesn't exactly blend in and isn't exactly quiet either.  I found an empty curbside parking space in front of a row of small businesses and pulled in, hoping to find the local library.  I pulled out Dean's phone and opened the search engine.  The library was a few blocks away, but I decided to leave my car parked where it was in case the library didn't have any. 
      I realized that my gun probably wouldn't stay secured in my waistband as I walked to the few blocks.  Turning around in my seat, I lifted up what looked like the bottom cushion of the backseat to reveal my arsenal.  Out of it I grabbed my shoulder strap holster and another handgun to offset the weight of the other while in the holster.  I closed the lid returning it to its usual but false backseat appearance.  I removed my jacket, placed my arms through the holster, secured the guns in either side, and redressed with the leather jacket again. 

   I stepped out of the car with Dean's phone securely in my hand.  Behind the sunglasses I wore, I was watching.  Taking in the area and the people, I noticed some dared to look my way.  Had my glasses been off, one look into my eyes and they'd wish they never had the mind to.  Maybe it was resting Bitch face, but if I was a betting person I'd bet they could see the torrent inside.  The darkness which haunted me with every waking second somehow bled through my eyes.  It was an advantage at times.  I walked quickly and with purpose to the large doors of the library.  With a deep breath of old book smell, I felt as close to home as I ever could.  I shook off nostalgia and focussed. 

     After removing my dark shades I approached the lady at the desk and asked if they had any laptops one could use.  She shook her head no, looking sad as she briefly mentioned lack of funding.  I was evaluating her all the while.  Guess I'll have to do this the old school way.  Luckily those early years aquaintwd me well with the Dewey decimal system and other forms of library etiquette.  We really had no leads, no other information than what the found victims' bodies gave to us.  I left the library to find some store which would sell the local paper, although I could have easily asked the librarian.  I figured I would have plenty of time to kill anyway seeing as how Sam and Dean had as much direction as a piece of  ribbon in a hurricane.

    After walking for awhile and reading each business sign, I came to one that looked promising.  I suspected it to be an old mom and pop diner from the handcrafted wooden sign with letters far too cheery.  I walked in   and was immediately greeted.  Although most people would feel flattered by a seemingly friendly gesture, I felt more like a corpse being bombarded withand picked over by flies.  The older woman, whom I correctly assumed was the owner of the establishment, lead me to a booth in the far corner per my request. 
"What could I get for you dear?" She asked smiling so sweetly making her cheeks turn into red delicious apples on each side of her face. 

"Just coffee please."

"Just coffee? Sure you don't want any of our signature pies, we've got the best apple pie around.  Won blue ribbons in three different contests!" She proudly pitched.

"No pie thanks.  Would you happen to have any old newspapers from this past week? I will pay you for them, of course."

"As a matter of fact we do.  We keep the left overs and send them to be recycled biweekly.  I'll go get you a copy of each if that's all you need."

"A copy each is fine thank you." With that she hussled off to get the coffee and newspapers. Man did I score.  See I have a way of knowing things, feeling, sensing things really.  It's not luck that drove me to this place it was gut, hunter's instinct is what I like to call it.  Not long after her exit did the woman, whose name tag said Madge, return again.  She placed a stack of old papers on the side of the table and a cup of hot coffee, creamer, and sugar in front of me.