The hunter from Uni.

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I was on the computer researching on Meg and that weird symbol when my phone rang. I picked it up and put it on speaker.
"Ok. I'm tired, and I spent however long finding shit out for you."
"You're on speaker. What you got Ash?
"That Meg chick is real something."
"How something?" Kat asked.
"She's from Andover, Massachusetts. Used to have a younger sister who is presumed dead and has been missing since October 2005."
"Around the time dad went missing?" I asked.
"Seems like it. Can't find a lot of her other then that but so far everything checks out with her."
"You still helped a lot."
"You know, this is risky right."
"How so?" I asked taking it off speaker and moving across the room since it felt like it was going to be something Kat shouldn't hear.
"What was the reason we broke up?"
"You were asked to work full time at the joint you are at now, and you felt that if the fed band was ever lifted.... Well being with a criminal was probably not a good look."
"Yeah well now I live on the property of a conspiracy man, who walked into work one day going 'Dean Winchester is dead!'. I'm just warning you that there may be a day you need my help, and I can't help."
"And I will understand."
"I know you will."
"Somethings happened on your end, hadn't it?"
"When I got back from the movie deal thingy, we had these interview things to see if we were a risk to the government. I'm number one on that list."
"Your files are sealed though."
"Yeah and they got it unsealed for that thing. I've sealed it back up, don't worry. But they knew and asked about Abby."
"She ok?"
"Yeah she's fine. Odd ball of a child still. But if they could find out about Abby...."
"Then they could find out we are connected."
"Exactly. Now your presumed dead which is fine, but just keep in mind it could change."
"I'll be ok."
"Just please make sure to keep on the down-low when given the chance. I don't exactly what our goddaughter to find out Unkie Dean is in Jail and can't give her joy rides in Baby anymore."
"Yeah we'll stay on the down-low."
"I'll send you my number from my burner phone when I get one for you to contact me through, and do not put me under that nickname you came up with."
"You know I'm still gonna do it."
"I know."
"Talk later."
"Talk later dude." She told before we hung up.
"Your friend ok?"
"She gets worried sometimes. It's all good though." I told making her nod.

After awhile and some more research, I got my phone and called Sam to see if he's gotten anything.
"Hey." He told through the phone.
"Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" I asked.
"No.......Yes."
"That's kinda creepy Sammy." Kat told making me smile.
"You've got a funny way of showin' your affection." I added.
"Did you find anything on her or what?" Sam asked.
"Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Even asked Ash and she didn't get much on the chick. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" I told only for him to ignore it.
"What about the symbol? Any luck?"
"Yeah, that I did have some luck with." I told as I looked down at mine and Kat's research. "It's, uh—turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva."
"What's a Daeva?" He questioned.
"It translates to demon of darkness." Kat told.
"Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls." I continued.
"How'd you figure that out?" He asked.
"Give me some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasin' around here." I told making Kat shake her head.
"Oh, yeah? Name the last book you read." He told making me admit what actually happened.
"No, I called Dad's friend, Caleb. He told me, along with someone Kat knows all right?"
"Yeah."
"Anyway, here's the thing—these Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." I told.
"So, someone's controlling it?"
"Pretty much what we are saying." Kat told before I continued.
"And, from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos."
"So, what do they look like?" He asked.
"Good question."
"Well, nobody knows, but nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" I informed and he sounded annoyed at my joke.
"Bite me."
"No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though—" I told before he hung up "Sam? Are you—?"
"Strange boy." Kat confessed before I hung up my end.
"That he is."