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Chapter 4: The Hunt

"So basically, it's a bunch of random monsters hitting up the same places," you said showing Sam your research and news articles.

His eyes, filled with concern, scanned over the papers. It unnerved you the way he ate up the words as if it was the most horrific thing he had ever read.

"Dean," he called out. "Take a look at this."

The older brother came strolling in, drying his hands on a towel and flicking it over his shoulder. Dean looked at you with something less than friendliness. He had made it very clear how much he disliked you. Once you arrived back at the bunker with Sam, the two of you got into it. He accused you of being inexperienced and not knowing what you were talking about, and you accused him of being reckless and not checking the local news enough.

The earlier friendliness the two of you had shared was long gone. Maybe he wasn't keen on the idea of having you stay at the bunker, or maybe his attitude towards you was all an act to keep things calm. Then, when you showed back up at the bunker, he decided to drop the act since your stay was more extended than he had planned...

"What is it?" he asked, snatching the papers from Sam's large hands. In a few moments, he uttered words that confused you. "Jefferson Starships."

"That's what I was thinking," Sam replied.

You gnawed on your bottom lip and tried to fathom what a lame 70s rock band had to do with your hunt. "Jefferson Starship?" you repeated incredulously.

"It's a rock band, Princess," Dean replied. His words were laced with insult.

"I know. I'm not a moron. But what does crap music have to do with these monsters?"

Dean smirked and you felt almost as if there was a brief moment of acceptance in his attitude towards you. "Like the band," he started, "these monsters are horrible and they're hard to kill."

"I don't get it." Sam rubbed his hand over his mouth. "I thought Cas killed them all."

Dean shrugged. "A few obviously made it out alive."

"Cas," you stated, as if tasting his name in your mouth. "He's the one that..." You stopped speaking, afraid that your next words might sound insane. "How did that happen?"

The boys smirked at you and Dean sat beside you. "Cas, he's an angel."

"Like...like a real angel?"

"Wings and all," Dean said. "So back to the Jefferson Starships, let's pack up and meet in the garage in ten."

"What do I need to bring? I've never heard of these monsters before."

"Uh-uh, Sweetheart. I'm not up for babysitting."

"Dean," Sam warned.

"Sammy, she was almost killed by Hellhounds and she has no clue what these things are capable of." He turned his attention to you. "You are staying."

"The hell I am!" You stood up swiftly, the chair scratching the floor as it slid away from you. "I found the hunt, I'm coming."

"No, you're not." He stood up and towered over you. He raised his tone to match yours. "You're staying."

"Dean," Sam shouted. "We can brief her in the car. Y/N, go pack any silver knives and bullets you have."

Before Dean had a chance to say anything else, you bolted to the main room and grabbed your duffle bag, dumping whatever weapons you wouldn't need into a pile on the war table. Within several minutes, both boys met you and you all travelled to the garage.