Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Two

"Let me get this straight. You're a hunter, too?"

"Well, technically, it'd be huntress," Sam corrected his brother.

I rolled my eyes and continued to type on the library's computer, having long since given up on getting those idiots to leave me alone. "No. Not anymore. I left that life behind years ago. Got my shit together, went to college, got a job and a life— I'm only doing this because Steven was my friend."

The last bout of research I'd done, I'd looked for local murder that would fit with the Bloody Mary spirit, but nothing had come up. That time, I expanded my search a little wider, pretty much looking for anything within the general region of Ohio.

"How'd you get into it in the first place?"

Glancing at Dean, I raised an eyebrow. "How did you get into it?"

"Our mother was killed by a supernatural creature," Sam answered point-blank, with minimal emotion.

That gave me pause, and I stumbled for a moment. "Oh."

One awkward silence later, and finally, I got a hit on my search.

"Listen to this; a girl named Mary Worthington was murdered in front of a mirror in Fort Wayne, Indiana. It's the closest incident I've got that even resembles a Bloody Mary case."

The brothers came around to look at the newspaper article I had pulled up, which sported a picture of the crime scene. Mary's body was in front of a mirror that had a handprint and T-R-E written on it in blood. Her own blood, it seemed.

"Let me see if I can figure out who the detective in charge of her case was," Dean suggested, going over to his own computer.

I was about to tell him how I didn't trust he would be able to figure that out on his own when Sam sat down next to me.

"How did you get into hunting?" he asked, repeating the question of his brother, but in a much less condescending manner. "It's not exactly a very... common profession."

I shrugged, averting my gaze, very much not wanting to tell him the answer. "Does it really matter?" I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

He made a low humming noise. "No, I suppose it doesn't."

Just then, Dean slapped his hand on the table. "Got it. Here's the detective agency in Indiana. We can head over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Who do you mean by 'we'?" I asked, not quite trusting him.

He smiled at me. "My brother and I, obviously."

I shook my head. "Oh, no. No, you've done quite enough. You really need to leave now."

"Woah, woah," Sam interjected, deescalating before we even started escalating. "How about we all go?"

I stared Dean down, looking to see if there was ever a chance I'd get him to back off, but I realized that was probably the best I was going to get. "Fine," I spat, grabbing my purse and rummaging inside it. "Here's my address," I said, finding a piece of paper and a pen and writing it down for Sam. "You meet me there tomorrow morning, let's say, seven? If you don't show up, I'm calling the cops."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "We'll be there."