"Beasts that are trained to pretend to be E.Vs to possibly lure out any real E.Vs and capture them, kill them, torture them for answers, or turned them by force." I inform,
"These guys really want you guys dead don't they?" He asks gravely. I just nod sadly.
"So, as far as they're concerned, you're most wanted when it comes to Beasts, how come we've never come across and E.V before?" He asks,
"Cause my kind is so rare, there's only two of us left, maybe even just one, compared to hundreds of Beast nests, you do the math, plus, the Great Purge was centuries ago." I explain, he just nods,
"Well, is it good luck, or bad luck we found you?" He asks,
"Bit of both, good luck cause, well, enhanced senses, speed and strength, bad cause, the Beasts will tear through anyone to get to me, I was their original target, then they decided, 'hey, why not wipe them all out' so, yeah, mostly bad." I state,
"We are hunters, and we've taken down a few nests before." He informs,
"I know, that's why I was so scared of the two of you, you've taken down whole Beast's nests, I'm just one little E.V, I'd stand no chance if you were to turn on me. Plus, out numbered." I inform him truthfully,
"Oh, well, I guess I'd be pretty scared to if I were you, I may have been to hell, but, I've never been through all you have." He says finishing his beer and gets up to get another one. I suddenly realise I hadn't tasted mine yet and I take a sip, OH, GOD! Bitter! I take another sip, hmmm, not as bad, I take another one, not bad, I take another one, it's good, I take a swig this time, I like, I like it. I call out to Dean asking for another one. "Good stuff isn't it?" He asks as he hands me a second beer. I nod, and we both open our beers and take a swig. "What was your sister like?" He asks gently. I sigh sadly,
"Villinda She was, beautiful, she had the stereotypical blonde hair and blue eyes, I was the older twin. The kindest soul you'd ever meet. Her and I, were so close, were the type of twins that new every little detail about each other, and yes sometimes we finished each other's sentences. I knew she had always fancied Franda, he was her Zing and she was his."
"Zing?" He asks curiously,
"The one for you, like, your soul mate pretty much, we call it a 'Zing' cause that's what it's like, the two of you, just, well, Zing, you know?" I answer,
"Haven't found my 'Zing' yet so no I don't." Says as he half finishes his beer
"Dean, I just got a gig." Sam says coming in, as I finish mine
"What is it Sam?" Asks turning around and takes a swig of his again,
"Multiple kidnappings/disappearances, murders, tortured bodies and there's an, 'other' category." Sam answers,
"I-I beg-your-pardon?" I ask quickly "No! They can't go against him, they won't survive, he's to powerful, fricking dabbled in witchcraft!" I think worriedly to myself,
"Other?" Dean asks, "Sounds like our kind of 'other'." He continues,
"Yep, you ok Vil? Dean! You gave her beer!?" Sam asks then scolds,
"Hey, I didn't give her, actually I gave her the second one, she grabbed the first one." Dean defends
"It's true, I'd never tasted beer, and well, curiosity killed the cat and the consequences brought it back." I explained,
"Thank goodness, then why the strange look?" Sam says relieved then asks,
"Eeeeeeeer, that's a very good answer..." I start
"You know who's responsible for those things don't you, so, what is it? Shifter? Wendigo?"
"Him." I say quietly,
"Who?" Dean asks confused,
"Would this 'him' be the 'he' Crowley warned you was still out there?" Sam asks softly, I just nod sadly, "Well, can you, give us a heads up, maybe any weaknesses?" Sam asks,
"His name Quanrus, he's one of the Beast Alpha's favourite, almost second in command if you will, he's the one who lead the purge, and, who ripped Villinda's head off, with his bare hands." I as I describe the murder I ball up my fists in anger and my eyes flash,
"Whoa, easy there." Dean soothes and gets up to get me another beer, I take it gratefully, open it and take a long swig and continue,
"Quanrus is the one who wants me dead the most, he wants, and I quote 'to impale her head on a stake myself'. Nasty one, he doesn't stop at turning others and feeding, oh no, he tortures, kills, kidnaps just for the sake of it, wherever he goes, which town he visit, at least half if not more become victim of him, he's so nasty and ruthless he doesn't need a nest, cause at any small mistakes he'd rip off THEIR heads, yes, that cruel, oh and, the 'other category, all I'm going to say is, he 'dabbled' in witchcraft, so, yeah, you've got quite the job, if, you dare to try and take care of him, just, warning you, he once..." I take another long swig of the beer "...single handily took down, three, four, hunters, easily, do you two have back up? It'll take at the minimum 6-7 hunters to take him down." I say slightly drunkenly as I finish my beer. Sam looks at Dean like 'the hell are you doing?', Dean winks back like 'Trust me' and gets me another beer, I take it gratefully, open it and takes about her long swig now drunk,
"There's Bobby." Dean suggests, I shake my head drunkenly,
"Not 'nough." I say in a tired/childish voice, "I know who Bobby Singer is, not 'nough, need more hunters then that." I continue as I finish the beer. Dean gets up and fetches me another one and sit down next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder like 'it's ok, everything will be ok'. Again I take it with out thinking and open it and half finished it it the one go, "It'll take more then you Winchesters, and Bobby Singer, more like, three Winchesters, and, and, two Bobby Singers." I continue as I finish the beer.
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An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship
FanfictionVilda Tepes is wasting away in her cave until a strange hunter comes along and saves her, Sam takes her with him wanting to protect her as she is the lasts of the E.Vs. Dean isn't to fond of her at first, will that change as Vilda comes across an o...
