The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Old Habits Die Hard

I called Sam since I wasn't sure if they'd gone out for food or what.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey, where are you guys?"

"Gerald's room, sleep well?"

"Yeah, kind of. Susan and Teresa there?"

"Yes, not sure where Shayna is though."

"Yeah, about that. She's off this hunt."

There was a beat or two before he said anything, "What happened?"

"I'm on my way down, I'll explain then."

"Okay."

I was halfway to the room when we hung up. Coyote had a point, before we went out and started hacking at things everyone had better be on the same page with why they were here. If the other two were here only to try to take a shot with me I wanted them gone too. Enough shit can go wrong with a hunt without bringing stupid drama into it.

I knocked before I opened the door, never a good idea to just bust into a room full of hunters. Susan and Teresa were sitting on one of the beds, Sam was at the table on his laptop, Joey, Sherm and Gerald were split between the chairs and the other bed. Both the girls were fully dressed in hunting attire, I took that as a good sign. Maybe they'd just come for the job. Susan stands about three inches shorter than me and looks a Viking, blonde braids, buff and no nonsense. Teresa looked like a pixie next to her, I'd never figured out how she hadn't been ripped to shreds on a hunt. She's small boned, short cropped hair that's always dyed weird colors and the same height as Shayna. Never let her draw a blade on you though, you'll be in ribbons in seconds. Her hair looked like a rainbow this time. Both of them were short hookups from way back but we'd stayed in touch, mostly just short texts and some random meet ups for drinks every now and again. I'd never got the vibe from them the last few times we ran into each other than they wanted to hop into bed but then I hadn't expected Shayna to go all stalker bitch on me either.

Neither of them gave me any sex you up looks when I walked in, "All right, let me just clear the air here," I started out. "Shayna's off the hunt. She broke into my room and went full psycho bitch. She apparently thought it'd be fun to test the theory that I'm off the market as far as hookups go. So to put any and all doubts to rest, I'm with someone, have been for the last year. Not interested in anyone else." I pointed at Susan and Teresa, "If either of you showed up just to make some kind of play and aren't here to actually take care of business, just bail. I don't need this hunt to go more sideways than it already has. Clear?"

The guys, with the exception of Sam, cycled through varying degrees of jealous, impressed, then a little uncomfortable when it dawned on them how far Shayna had probably gone to get me this up front about things. Sam pretty much went right to angry, Susan and Teresa on the other hand were downright pissed off.

"She did what?" Susan said. "That selfish little bitch. God, I'm so sick of her crap. I didn't really want to hunt with her anyway."

Teresa rolled her eyes, "Serious drama queen. I ran into her a few weeks back, plastered out of her mind and crying about how her boyfriend cheated on her. I know for a fact she slept with at least two other guys while she was with him. They'd been on and off for months. Whatever. I'm here to hunt, that's it. Glad you have someone Dean, you deserve it."

"Same here," Susan stated. "Yeah, sure it's nice to see you again but this is a hunt, not a date. Seriously."

I didn't think I'd ever be happy to have women say they weren't interested, but I was this time. "Good. Sam, it's taken care of. Don't worry about it. Where are we on the actual hunt?"