The Colts (Dean Winchester)

Part Seven

The last four years have been hard. No, I should be more specific, the last forty-four years have been literal hell. Everything has been a mess, from my mother's disappearance and fetching Lily from California, to what happened with the yellow-eyes demon. I'm glad I managed to convince my sister to go hunting with me for that whole ordeal, but I remain guilty for dragging her back into the hunter life. My mother, the demon blood, Lilith, it was all too much, and then I went to hell. Literally. Lily said it only lasted four months, but down there, for me, it felt like forty years. It was not until later that I found out time passes by differently in the pit. Then the angel Castiel busted me out of there, and it was a ticking time bomb of preventing everyone from breaking the seals. We managed to do so, but just in time. Afterward came something akin to peace.

Elena, my mother, was dead, sure, but in heaven. My father was avenged with the yellow eyes demon dead, and Lily went back to her normal life. Then it was just me, me who didn't know how to live a normal life, me who all I've known is hunting. Before dying, my mother asked me to quit hunting. She felt guilty for dragging me into the life of her thirst for vengeance, and implored me to give myself a normal life. It's no surprise to say Lily agreed with her. So I tried. I really, really tried for my sake and my family's. After all, I was tired after all those decades in hell. Torture is... exhausting.

Then it came the choice of where to go. I didn't want to disturb Lily's home, even though she said she wouldn't mind. But that wasn't an option, specially not when she started to live with her new girlfriend. My sister also tried to encourage me to go to college, considering that I had an affinity for studying. I'm not gonna lie, it had been a tempting offer, but then it felt that my time for university had passed being 28. So I gave up on that thought and started to search for a comfortable place where I could settle down. I was never a fan of the heat, so Wyoming's mountains seemed like a good idea. And for six months, it was.

I rented a house, I got a job, and even a boyfriend. Things were good, it was quiet and the perfect apple pie life. I should have been happy with the arrangement, yet I never truly was. There was something missing in my life. It wasn't until I stumbled upon a changeling that I knew what it was; hunting. I understood then that I had been born a hunter, and that I also had chosen the hunting life, despite all its downsides. Maybe, in the future, I would be able to retire and be happy about it. Not now. So I broke things off with my boyfriend, quit my job, left my house, and went back on the road.

I'm hunting solo now, living in motels once again, and eating fast food from comfy diners. It is the life I knew when I was a kid and the life I decided to keep on having. I cannot complain, however, sometimes I do wonder what would have happened if I had decided to have a normal life before it was too late. Maybe in a moment of my life where I felt the most comfortable. Whenever I think about that, my mind instantly travels to Lawrence, Kansas. It's almost impossible not to remember Dean Winchester, and how he made me crave to be normal. It's the only point in my life I believe I could have stayed there happily. The sad reality is that it didn't happen because shortly after the demon cop, we left the city. So, sometimes I do wonder how my life would have developed if I had stayed there.

I turn in the next corner and the building I'm looking for comes into view. The local sheriff's department, where, hopefully, they have the morgue. I was wrapping up a case on the outskirts of Phoenix when a colleague of mine told me about this possible case. It all points out it's a werewolf, but I should check the body and report just to make sure. What's more, I came just in time, since the next full moon is today. Once parked, I step out of the car and give myself a once-over in the mirror. Make-up, checked; high-heels, checked; pristine yet feminine suit, checked; fake FBI badge, checked. One thing I have learned about hunting solo as a female -especially a young one- is that when it comes to authority, everything is harder. In a male-dominated world, passing off as FBI isn't always a walk in the park. Male officers tend to look down on me or think I should wait for backup. There was one time a dick even told me to go back to my desk. So I have to be even more firm and serious than a male hunter would. So a professional suit is a must, and the heels are a boost for height.