Hybrid ¤ON HOLD¤

{5} Team Free Will Plus Two

            It had been three weeks since Claire and Gryphon moved into the bunker, and they were getting closer to finding Crowley. He seemed to have found a way to avoid their summoning and tracking spells, making it more difficult, but with three supernatural beings on hand, he wouldn’t be able to elude them for long. They had developed a special system in the first week. The four boys would do most of the work tracking down one of Crowley’s goonies while Claire binged watched sit-coms on Netflix. Once they brought home one of the minions in shackled and bleeding, Claire would use… special means to get information on Crowley’s location and progress.

            Dean especially hadn’t been too thrilled about what exactly her methods were.

>>>>>18 DAYS AGO<<<<<

 

 “WHAT?!” This cry came from a practically hysterical Dean. His eyes had bugged out of his head almost comically and his face had reddened in anger. His jaw clenched and unclenched as his jaws balled in fists by his side. His stance was predatory as he stared down Claire, the unsurprising subject of his anger. She calmly met his furious stare, one that had sent many other monsters running home to change their pants. “Tell me you’re kidding,” he gritted.

“Dean,” Claire started, already seemingly exasperated from the fight that was sure to come.

“No. No, don’t even say anything! I can’t believe this! Those are people they’re inside! Why would you torture them?!”

“To get answers! At least I’m willing to take action! Hurting something is a lot better than sitting on my ass and waiting for Crowley to appear with a sword pointed at his chest for me to push in!”

“Those are humans, Claire!”

“Is that supposed to change anything?! You really don’t get it! I don’t give a single crap about humans! I don’t care about humanity! Humans have done nothing for me, I don’t plan on doing anything for them! I care about killing that bastard! I am going to find Crowley and I am going to do exactly that by whatever means necessary! I don’t care which of your precious humans I hurt along the way. Deal with it.”

Dean growled at her, “If you don’t care, why did you help that human back in the warehouse?”

“Because I could afford to. If I could, I would heal them, but I can’t take the chances of them being re-possessed.”

“I still don’t understand how you could do that!”

“At least I’ve never enjoyed it like you!”

The rate at which the room fell silent was unfathomable. Dean flinched backwards, and if you looked closely, so did Claire. All four males were staring at her in disbelief, and in Dean’s case, poorly concealed hurt. It did not take a genius to know that it was wrong to bring up a person’s experiences in Hell. It was just manners. Dean turned away, pressing a fist over his mouth as if he could physically suppress the memories of his time spent in the pit, of the feeling of slicing into a fresh soul, making it quiver beneath the blade.