Bubblegum and Blood Roses ● Supernatural FanFic {𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝}

Chapter 15: 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕-𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕦𝕒𝕙𝕦𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤

Port Marsh, South Carolina

Cansas' back was slammed into the edge of a pool table, the balls clicking together upon impact. An impact that might have broken a rib or two. The werewolf she held around the neck to keep her wickedly sharp teeth from sinking into her flash roared in her face and fought against her grip wildly. Claws tore into Cansas' shoulder, adding more pain to the numerous other painful wounds she had obtained during this hunt.

It'd been a month since Cansas had met up with the Winchesters last--met up with Bobby. A month since she'd killed that Trickster. Cansas would have loved to say she was completely over the whole hunt--over that god--but she couldn't wholeheartedly.

She still woke up most nights after some weird ass dream he'd been in. Still couldn't shake that feeling in her gut that killing him had been a mistake. Still couldn't forget those damn butterscotch eyes. Eyes that, even beyond the grave, bore into the forefront of her mind.

Cansas had taken a few days to rest up before jumping right into her next case, which had been a simple salt and burn. She'd waited only a day after that one to find something else to burn--to punch.

Now, weeks later, she had hardly gone a day without finding some case to work on. It was one of the only things keeping the itch in her viens at bay. One of the only things keeping those eyes out of her mind.

Though, the drinking she'd been doing did help. Lots and lots of drinking. It was a miracle her liver could keep up--could keep her alive.

Now, here, in this crumby bar, all she wanted to do was get wasted to numb the pain burning through her body. Cansas, in all honesty, hadn't even been looking for a case when she first rolled into this waterside town. She had just been looking for a sketchy place to drink her problems away with equally sketchy people when she'd heard some of the locals talking about some girl whose heart had been torn from her chest.

A heart that had never been found and definitely had been eaten by this werewolf snapping its jaws at Cansas' throat.

Cansas grit her teeth as she threw a hand behind herself, trying to find something to help herself out. A circular ball was what she found and Cansas slammed the red thing as hard as she could into the werewolf's temple.

The monster roared, her attack slowing enough that Cansas was able to get her foot up to shove the werewolf off and back away from her. Muscle memory kicked in as Cansas dove for her gun laying discarded by one of the upturned tables.

Just as she grabbed it, the door to the bar dinged open, and in ran three more werewolves. Werewolves who looked very much pissed off.

Fuck. Cansas thought as she dodged a fatal blow to the head by one of the monsters trying to crush her skull under his boot.

Of course--of course, she had a pack. A pack Cansas should have known better to locate before trying to kill this female.

Though, in Cansas' defense, she had been openly eating one of the bartender's hearts out in the girl's bathroom.

Cansas rolled to her feet only to dodge a pair of claws that had been aiming for her throat. Another came barreling her way and Cansas wasn't fast enough to dodge him before he was tackling her to the ground. Her body groaned in protest when it slammed into the hard floor, reawakening her wounds.

Shit, shit, shit!

The speakers around the bar gave a nerve-grating staticy noise as they blared to life, the sounds of the song Hey Sexy Lady filling the space. The werewolf on top of her roared in her face, specks of spit flying onto Cansas face.