𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
lexi winchester had experienced hell and back. she had hunted every monster, killed demons, slain vampires. it was in her blood to kill. but when a nephilim came to be, she made a different choice.
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The door opened with ease, not a single creak, as the team entered the apartment. It was quiet, too quiet. Even the subtle shuffles of their shoes on the wooden floors seemed to echo through the silence. Dean lead them through the hallway, his gun clutched in his hand. As they rounded the corner into the kitchen, they lowered their weapons.
"Oh no." Castiel sighed, looking at the dead body on the kitchen table.
The room smelt of burning meat, and pots on the cooker with smoke spewing from the top filled the air.
Lexi scrunched up her nose at the smell. Not the body, though. That didn't phase her.
"He's cooking body parts, again." Jack stated, opening one of the boiling pots on the cooler.
Lexi grimaced, "Again, ew."
"I got nothing." Sam sighed.
"Come on." Dean said.
"Seriously? How does this keep happening? I thought we had him this time." Sam complained.
For weeks, the team had been at a stump with a case. Someone, or something, had been killing and eating people. Lexi's bet was werewolves, but none of the victims had their hearts cut out.
"Look at this, he's all cut up." Dean pointed, "No restraints like last time."
"He was killed recently too." Cas said, "I suspect he was very much alive when the cutting started."
"I don't understand. Why don't any of them fight back?" Jack said, frowning.
"Yeah. Who would just let themselves be eaten?" Lexi shook her head.
"Hey," Dean spoke up, "I'll say it again, my money's on witchcraft."
Rowena, who had helped them with a locator spell, appeared out of thin air in the doorway, "Ouch you. Always blaming the witches."
"Because a lot of times it's witches."
Sam sighed, "Rowena, your tracking spell was suppose to make things easier."
"Ha!" Rowena exclaimed, "There I was, in the middle of a glorious rosewater and vanilla oil massage hidden away at an exclusive desert spa. when you called me begging for my help."
"Well, because we've been chasing this guy for weeks. What's the point?" Dean huffed.
"My point, Dean, is that you asked for my assistance, and I obliged." She approached Dean, "And while the killer eluded us, it certainly looks as if he was here quite recently. I'd call that a success."
