The Hunting Life: My Demons (Supernatural) [2] ON HOLD

20. Night Shifters

Okay, so still trying to find a solid idea for Willow's personality. She's a bit more silly in this, so tell me what you think of that. I also skipped some parts that I deemed unimportant, so also let me know if that was a bit better than writing out the entire episode.

Goal to get next update: 100 votes and 50 comments? Can we do that?

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A week.

It had been a week since Willow got any real sleep. How could she? Her mate decided that she would be safer without him.

Of course, they weren't physically apart, but they might as well have been. Dean had noticed the strain between the two and offered to take the couch so Willow could have her space from his brother. He also gave his brother an earful as he considered Willow a close friend, but not even he could sway his brother.

Willow sighed as she leaned against the hood of the Impala, looking out at the night sky. She had parked in a grass field off the highway to get some fresh air. Dean had offered anything she needed to get passed this. But, she didn't know what she needed.

She knew Sam loved her, though her insecurities would always be there, whispering in her ear. She's gotten better at standing up to them, but with the recent events, they were slowly taking over her mind.

Of course, he doesn't love you.

You knew this would happen. Why are you upset?

You thought if you changed he would care for you?

He pitied you. Just like everyone else.

How could someone ever love a monster like you?

No matter what you do, you know what you truly are.

Willow's eyes squeezed shut as she tried to imagine Sam's comforting voice, telling her she would be okay. It didn't block out the voices, but it gave her enough strength to ignore them.

Willow hiccuped as she held in a sob, reaching to her left and grabbing her bottle of Jack, taking a swig of it. Though she preferred bourbon from time to time, she found that the bastard father's water was a comfort of hers. A corrupting safe haven.

She let out a sigh as she took a big gulp, setting it down beside her once more. She stared up at the starry night sky and moon, which would be full in a few weeks. She didn't even want to think about what this full moon would be like without Sam to help her through it.

Don't be mislead, she had perfect control. It's just when she holds off the shift, she always feels a constant weight on her mind and exhausts herself trying to hold her wolf back. But, with Sam, she completely forgot about that weight and felt as if the full moon was never occurring. She felt human.

Willow shook her head of thoughts and grabbed the bottle, standing up and walking to the driver's seat. She better get to the motel soon. After all, they were on a case. And she needed her sleep. However little that may be.

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Milwaukee, Wisconsin

"So, what's it like? Being an FBI guy?"