The Hunter's Daughter || UNDERGOING EDITING

Chapter 10 - Edited

After the whole thing with Raphael, we find a motel to stop at. Dean and I are so exhausted. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Dean on the phone with Sam and then Castiel. The next morning I can't get Dean to wake up. So, he stays in a sort of coma for a few days until he finally wakes up again.

He tells me that Zachariah gave him a vision of five years in the future. One that will happen if he doesn't let Michael take over his body so he can basically end the world. He then begins to freak out about Sam and says how we have to get to Detroit as soon as we can. We get in the car and take off. We get there in about six hours only because Dean floors the gas pedal. He is starting to scare me. What happened in that vision?

We meet up with Sam in Detroit, and Dean convinces him to join back in. I didn't realize how much I missed him until he had been gone for a week. After spending so much time with Dean, you start to get annoyed with him. I'm not sure how Sam is able to put up with him.

For the past three weeks, Sam, Dean, and I have been searching for a gun made by this hunter named Samuel Colt. Sam and Dean have the brilliant idea of using it to kill Lucifer. After completing one of the strangest cases I think I've ever done in my life, we still haven't been able to find the colt. Let's just say this case involved wax figures coming to life and having to deal with a murderous Paris Hilton.

I'll repeat part of what happened.

"You two have some of the greatest cheekbones I think I've ever seen in my life. Have you ever thought of modeling?" Paris asks Sam and Dean, then she turns to me. "As for you, those boots are so three years ago."

"Oh, well maybe if you untied me I could go change them," I say hoping that would work.

"Listen, I may be blonde, but I'm smarter than you think."

Sam finally managed to cut free and get us out too, and then he cut off Paris Hilton's wax head with an axe. That's definitely a case I'll never forget, but now we're on our way to Alliance, Nebraska. Dad gave me a call soon after the case with the wax figures and this one might be stranger than the last.

"We would like to see Amber Greer's body. We were told that when she was brought in it looked liked someone or something had clawed into her skull," I say to the doctor.

"Yeah, or something," Dean replies.

"Well, um, didn't you get the autopsy report that I sent out this morning?" the doctor asks.

"We've had, um, some server issues," Sam replies.

The doctor opens up one of the morgue containers to a body of a teenage girl, she has claw marks down the side of her face. "We thought she was attacked by a wolf. The girl scratched her brains out. When we went to look though, we found this in her scalp," he says, and he holds a plastic bag.

"Is that a—," Sam starts.

"Press-on nail," the doctor finishes for him.

"Is that even possible?" Dean asks.

"It would take hours and it would be very painful, but yes, it is possible," the doctor replies.

"Well, thank you, Doctor," I say. Sam, Dean, and I leave the hospital and head to the house the girl was babysitting at the night of the incident.

"I was getting ready to take her home when I saw her laying on the couch. I went to wake her up when I felt something wet on her head. I go to turn the light on, and there's blood. I roll her over and her brains are hanging out," the father says.

"Well, do you know if there was anything that could've caused this?" Sam asks.

"No, I don't think so."

I look over to see Dean talking to the child that the girl was babysitting, and the kid looks nervous. I walk over towards Dean and the kid and overhear the end of the conversation. Dean says, "Are you sure that you didn't see or hear anything strange?"

The kid nods.

"Alright, well if you remember anything, you let me know." Then Dean walks away.

"Did you get him to tell you anything?" I ask.

"No, but he's definitely hiding something."

The kid tugs at my sleeve. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask him.

"Okay, I may or may not have put itching powder in Amber's hairbrush," the kid says.

So, he put itching powder in the hairbrush; that's a classic prank. I don't understand how that made her scratch her brains out, though. Isn't that just something parents tell their kids? We get everything sorted out with him, and we head back to the motel we're staying at.

Another day passes by, and another death occurs. Only, this time, instead of the murder weapon being itching powder, it's one of those things you put on your hand that shocks people when they shake your hand. I don't get it. These things are just harmless prank toys. How are they becoming murder weapons?

At first, we think they might be cursed objects. Second idea is maybe the owner of the shop is some guy just trying to get revenge on people, but when we confront him, he has no idea what we're talking about. So, of course, Dean buys one. We test it out, and we cook an entire ham within five seconds. I think these things might be on steroids.

We make another stop to the hospital, where we go to meet with a guy who says the tooth fairy came to his house in the middle of the night and yanked out all of his teeth. "There's no way that actually happened," I say to Sam.

"Well, he said there were thirty-two quarters under his pillow. One for each tooth," he replies.

Dean comes from down the hall. "You'll never believe what I saw when I was back there," he tells us, "There are kids with ulcers from mixing pop rocks and Coke together. Another guy is there because his face 'froze that way'."

"Froze what way?" Sam asks.

Dean looks around, then he makes this ridiculous face, his eyes crossed and all of his teeth showing. I'm the only one that's laughing. Dean thinks it might be a trickster, but I'm not so sure. All of these things that are happening are all lies that kids believe. I don't see how Dean could think it's a trickster, but, of course, we won't know until we actually find out who's causing all of this.

Sam and I drop Dean off at the motel to go get a map of the city. Sam says to me on the way back to the motel, "So, you're obviously a hunter. How is it that we haven't ever met before?"

"I think part of this might be because my dad gives you guys cases, and he gives me cases too. He just might be making sure that we never come into contact with each other," I reply.

Yeah, it wasn't a very long conversation. The rest of the car ride back is pretty quiet. All we can hear is the sound of the engine. We walk back into the motel to see Dean eating some more ham. I swear it's starting to smell like ham in here.

"Seriously, dude. What's with the ham?" Sam asks him.

"We don't have a fridge," Dean replies with bits of ham flying out of his mouth.

Could you be any more of a gentleman?

"Alright, so we found out that all of the houses where the incidents happened are all within a two mile radius of each other," Sam says.

"So I think that kind of marks out the idea of it being a trickster. The middle of it is about four acres of farmland and a house," I say.

"Well, our motel isn't in that circle is it?" Dean asks.

"Um, yeah. Why?" Sam replies.

Dean puts his hand up, and there's hair all over his palm.

Excuse me while I go vomit everywhere.

"I was bored, and the nurse was really hot," Dean says.

"You know you can go blind from that too, and don't even think about using my razor!" Sam yells.

Even though I don't want to be near Dean, I'm going to have to deal with it. We're getting ready to see what's in the middle of this circle.