The four are in the British Men of Letters compound and waiting on Mick. Sam is sitting on the table while Dean paces out of boredom and some annoyance.
Billy is standing with his arms crossed and Daphne is walking around, not able to stay still. She's playing with her rings and clicks her tongue while looking around at the research and making sure she doesn't stare at anything too long.
Sam watches Daphne walk around, noticing the shakiness in her hands as she twists a ring around one of her fingers. The two haven't really talked since Sam told them that he was working with the Brits.
"All right, that's it. I'm waiting in the car." Dean says.
"Dean, dude, wait a second." Sam says.
"No. You know what? Getting jobs from these dicks is one thing, but I didn't sign up for this reporting for duty shit, especially when they're late and Daphne's halfway to a panic attack." Dean says.
"Sorry I'm late." Mick walks in, the door locking and beeping behind him.
"The-The door locked. W-Why did the door lock?" Daphne asks.
"It automatically locks." Mick tells her.
Daphne beelines for Billy and stays next to him, slightly behind him.
"My report to the home office ran long. We've had our hands full since..." Mick looks at the blood stain on the floor. "Well, best not to dwell on that."
"Your heartless ass could at least clean it." Billy comments.
"Wow. That is some world-class repression. You are British." Dean says.
"We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip." Mick says.
"Okay, okay. Enough." Sam says. "Mick, what's the deal with the bat signal?"
"There was an incident in Wisconsin." Mick gives Sam a folder. "A girl named Hayden Foster's in the hospital, and her brother lost his heart. Looks like a werewolf."
"Well, they don't usually leave behind survivors." Sam says.
"Freak probably got spooked before it could finish the job." Dean says.
"Well, perhaps. But it usually takes more than a fright to put your average werewolf off his supper." Mick says.
"oh, you'd know that, would you?" Dean asks.
"Actually, I would. I did extensive research into lycanthropy at Kendricks." Mick says
"Kendricks?" Sam asks.
"The Kendricks School. It's where the British Men of Letters train their operatives. It's like our--"
"Hogwarts?" Sam asks.
"Exactly." Mick gives a book to Sam, putting another on the table.
"No. No, hell no. Do not compare this douchebags to the Harry Potter world. I trust Voldemort than I do these pieces of shit." Billy says. Sam gives him a warning look.
"Kendricks is the largest collection of occult lore in the world." Mick says, ignoring Billy's comment.
"Cool." Sam smiles. He looks at Dean who is glaring and Sam drops his smile.
"So when it comes to werewolves, I'm not entirely ignorant. For example, we know that last night's attack didn't happen on a full moon." Mick says. "Therefore, we're looking for a pureblood."
"You think? It's like a milk run to me." Dean says.
"Then you don't mind if I tag along?" Mick says.
"No, no, trust me, I definitely mind." Billy argues.
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freaks come out at night, SPN, DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction[ supernatural -- seasons 9-15 ] Billy and Daphne stand alone: Freaks Come Out at Night I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
