Your life, with a twist.

Chapter 2

Dave's P.O.V

As Dirk read Roxy's e-mail you and Moe silently stood, looking each other up and down. "Like what ya see?" You grinned.

"I've seen better." Moe chuckled.

"And I've got a lead on the tricksters." Dirk stood and pulled a handgun from his backpack.

Moe stepped away from Dirk and you arched an eyebrow. "Dave he probably got death threats everyday. Don't question how he acts around weapons." Dirk looked at you and you shrugged it off, taking the ice pack away from your head and tossing it on your bed.

"When are we leaving." You started getting down to business.

"Now."

"And Moe?"

"I guess we'll train him." Dirk said, walking into the bathroom.

You looked at the short blonde that stood before you. "Bro his lip and nose are bleeding, his left eye is swollen shut and I'm pretty sure he's gonna spit out a tooth soon."

"So?" Dirk came out of the bathroom with a wet rag and pointed to a chair at the little wooden table, "Moe, sit."

"He'll get himself killed."

"No he won't. We'll be there." Dirk pulled up the second chair and sat in front of Moe. As Dirk took the bloody napkin from Moe and tossed it in the trash can, you thought of more good reasons for Moe to stay here. To watch from the car at least.

Moe pulled back when Dirk began to clean the blood from his nose. "Fuck.." He muttered, and Dirk shook his head, setting the damp rag on his leg.

"Broken?" You stepped up next to Dirk and looked at Moe from behind.

"Definitely." Dirk nodded and looked up at you.

"Well shit." Moe sighed.

"We gonna set it?" You looked down at your older brother.

"Hold his head still." Dirk said, just a above a whisper.

Quickly obliging, you stood behind Moe and held his head still, "Ready?"

"Not really." Moe grabbed the table with one hand and took a deep breath.

"On a count of ten. Okay?"

Damn. Even Dirk can tell he's hella nervous. And I don't blame 'em. I'd be nervous too, being beaten almost every day and then two guys who claim to be your brothers set your nose.

"Okay." Moe sighed, you holding his head completely still as Dirk took a hold of his nose.

"One, two, three," crack.

"OW! FUCk." Moe yelled and Dirk took his hands away from his nose.

Chuckling, you let go of his head and Moe held his nose. "C'mon, lemme finish cleaning our face and we can get on with this." Dirk held the rag and looked at Moe as you walked to your bedside and went throgh your hunting bag. It had everything you needed for q hunt. Handgun, shotgun, ammo, salt, spray paint, rope and a book of exrocisms and wards.

When you finished going through your bag, Dirk had finished cleaning up Moe and had given him an Advil.

"Alright, Dave grab your bag, make sure you've got your key and Moe, follow us on the road." Dirk threw the rag into the bathroom and scooped up his bag, Moe and me, nodding in unison.