Five shots.
It took five shots to kill him.
I couldn't shoot him in the head, I didn't have the means to end his life- even though I knew I had to.
I took the slower way out, thinking it'd be less painful on my part. Boy, did I think wrong. I had to watch him suffer from the four bullets I put into his abdomen.
And then there was one more shot, that ripped his head off of his shoulders.
But I didn't fire the gun this time.
"Jasmine?" The voice calls from behind me, making me jump a little. I slowly turn around to face the voice.
"Dean" I crack a smile, almost wanting to hug him- but it's probably not the best time, being that he just walked in on me shooting a man.
"Is this-" he starts, looking to the body, before I interrupt him.
"Skylar Jones. Murderer of four- that I know of-vampire" I reply, going over the notes I've made.
"That's who sam and I have been hunting down. Isn't this your-"
"Uncle?" I chuckle, "yeah"
He frowns and sets a hand on my shoulder.
It brings back memories, from a year ago when he had to decapitate my vampire of a brother.
I have major family issues.
After Dean viciously murdered my only sibling, I needed to find out why. So I asked, and he told.
I was a skeptic, before he told me about the many things he's seen and killed.
I asked if I could join.
They didn't immediately turn down the offer, but after they said something along the lines of "everyone we get close to dies", they rejected me.
So do you want to know what I did? I went out on my own. I used what they taught me and wrote everything down, before researching everything I could on the supernatural.
There's still so much that I don't know.
"How've you been?" He asks, leading me out of the room.
"Oh, yanno" I scratch at the back of my neck, "pretty good. Very lonely"
"The hunting life is a lonely one"
I chuckle in agreement, "How's sam?"
"He's doing pretty good. I'm sure he'd want to catch up, though. How does a beer sound?" He smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Sounds great"
So I pull the body outside to burn- thank god my uncle already owned a fire pit- and lit him up.
It didn't feel as depressing as I thought it would, being that he was my uncle. But hey, to be fair, he was that one creepy uncle that basically everyone has. Makes sense though, the man turned out to be a legitimate monster.
Since Im staying in a motel only a few blocks from here, I walked to avoid using unnecessary gas. So Dean tells me to hop into his beautiful, 67' Chevy Impala. I've only seen the outside of it until now.
It's bigger than it seems, and smells of leather and light cologne- the same way Dean does.
"We're gonna go pick up Sammy at the bunker first" he says before turning up the music a little bit, some rock song playing quietly through the speakers.
The both of us are silent. Not in an awkward way, just a nice silence.
That is, until we pull up to the bunker, and he tells me to stay put while he goes to get his brother.
I imagine Sam grew another inch in the past year, maybe he even cut that beautiful hair off of his head. Which, actually, I doubt he did.
Dean starts walking back over to the car, followed by his Sasquatch of a brother.
Just as I'd pictured, he's probably grown since I've last seen him, and his hair is touching his broad shoulders.
I climb out of the passenger seat to let him sit there, being that I'm a lot smaller than him and would without a doubt fit in the backseat better than he would.
"Jasmine!" he smiles widely, holding out his arms, "it's been too long"
He wraps his ginormous arms around me, pulling me into his warm chest. He smells like soap but somehow kind of musky at the same time.
After pulling away from the hug, I climb into the back seat.
"Yanno, we tried to get in contact with you about this hunt, since we knew it was your uncle. Sorry for your loss, by the way" Sam turns around in the passenger seat, to talk to me.
"I've changed my number since we've last met" I sigh, remembering how I had to leave my old life behind me, "and it's fine, I didn't like the guy"
"Well it sure did seem like you did, you gave him four shots to the stomach, but you know vamps only die from decapitation. You just couldn't kill him" Dean looks at me from his rear view mirror.
He's not wrong.
"I don't know what was going through my head" I reply, readjusting the rubber band around my wrist.
Sam looks to me, "Don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us"
A few minutes later, Dean pulls into the parking lot of an almost empty pub.
We all go in, and I'd be lying if I said I wish I'd be anywhere but here.
Dean heads straight to the bar, and Sam and I trail behind him.
He orders us a few beers after we sit down.
"So, where are you holding up" sam asks me.
I laugh, "wherever there's a case"
I've been in and out of so many motels in the past year.
A few beers later, and Sam is helping me into the back seat of the impala. Dean thought it was a good idea to get me to the bunker before I passed out. They both agreed on me being lightweight, and they weren't lying.
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I open one eye to see the brownish painted walls of a room, one that I do not remember walking into.
I sit up quickly and am instantly hit with the events of last night. I can't remember anything after leaving the bar with sam and Dean.
Whose bed am I in?
I look around the room and pick up the yellow sticky note posted on the dresser.
Sam thinks he found a case. I'd invite you, but you seemed pretty hungover. Should be back before 4
-Dean
Great. I'm alone again.
