Supernatural: Youngbloods {Rewritten}

Chapter Seven

(This chapter is a total mind fuck, but it is by far the funnest to write and I hope ya'll love it, along with the new character whom will be important later on)

They were still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that the fucking archangel Gabriel had taken up the role of their unofficial guardian.

What had become of their lives?!!.

Ever since, it's been radio silence from everyone, and Emma and Gabriel told them to sit tight.

So they're doing the only thing they could possibly do right now. They're looking for something to hunt

"Okay so several people have been arrested for murder, but they all had solid allibies." Andy explained the artical he found.

"Sounds like a shapeshifter to me, let's shank it with some silver and call it a day." Joe said leaning in Patrick's chair, Patrick's house has somehow become headquarters or something, because everyone is always here.

"Do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Patrick asked.

Joe shrugged "What else could be in two places at the same time?" He asked, Patrick shrugged, he had a point.

"Too bad we can't talk to any of the suspects." Pete said, they all murmered in agreement.

"I know who can though." Patrick said pulling his phone out, and going to the other room.
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They waited for two hours before Patrick's phone went off again, he talked for at least five minutes.

"Sam, and Dean don't think it's a shapeshifter," the Winchesters were working a case not far, and agreed to get them some information real fast before heading back to Kansas, "they're thinking more cursed object." He told them.

Joe groaned "I hate cursed odjects." He said.

"Why do they think that?" Pete asked.

"Because all of suspects were owners of this mirror, Sam should be emailing me a pic, and some information, but Dean said we gotta figure the rest out, 'our damn selves" Patrick said doing an impression of Dean making the others laugh.

"Here it is." Patrick said, showing them the picture.

"It looks like a regular mirror," Pete said "except for the writting on the top, looks like Latin." Pete said, looking closer at the picture.

"Where is it now?" Andy asked.

"Some antique store downtown, me and Pete will check it out, and if we need help we'll call." Patrick told him.

The other two nodded, and said something about going to Emma's.

"You ready?" Patrick asked.

"Lead the way."
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Pete and Patrick pulled up to the antique store. When they walked it, they got a chill down their spines mostly because the places was dark and cluttered, there didn't seem to be anyone here.

"Are you sure this place is open?" Patrick asked checking out a creepy ventriloquist doll, seated in an old rocking chair.

"The sign says open, and the door was unlocked." Pete shrugged looking around until he spotted the mirror, which was covered by a dusty white sheet "I found it!" He told him, and Patrick walked over as Pete pulled the sheet down, stirring up the dust making them both cough.

"It doesn't look like much." Patrick said running his hand over the mahogany, and wiping the dust off his figers using his jeans.

"Can I help you boys?"