Demon Hunts, A Winchester Initiation [Book 4]

OMG Is That A Freaking Sword!?!

Notes:

Hi, it's been 11 days since I last posted. I was kinda not looking forward to writing. But I forgot I already started it. I wrote like so much, I was pleasantly surprised today and I wrote quite a bit.

Later that same day, Stiles, and Sam and Dean are back at the Stilinski house. Stiles was cooking food cause he saw that his dad snuck some Chinese food last night. His dad was gonna hear it later. He was cooking a very healthy meal, that Sam approved and Dean just groaned at all the green stuff.

Bobby arrived first. He said hi to the boys and a different kind of hello to Stiles. More of a formal greeting than anything else. I came home next. I saw the Impala and Bobby's car in the driveway. I open the door and smelt, food cooking. I sighed, Stiles was cooking, Stiles only ever cooked when he wanted to make something really healthy. I mean I expected it after all the bad food I ate but still. I walked by the living room and saw Bobby alone. I decided to walked in. Bobby looked up.

"Sherriff, Hi."

"Hey, Bobby." Bobby made motions of silence. I nodded, Sam and Dean are here. And they don't know we know.

I walk into the kitchen.

"Stiles who's sitting on our couch?" Stiles looks up from a very green colored dish on the stove.

"Huh, Hey dad. That's Bobby, Sam and Dean's friend. They asked if he could stay, I said okay. Is it okay?" I nod, Stiles and I are too good liars. Sam stood up,

"Damn kid when did you get so big?" Sam laughed, we hugged.

"How are you doing?" I sigh,

"Tired dealing with this one, but good." I hear Stiles' upset,

"Hey!" I come to stand next to Dean.

"How did your little brother get taller than you?" Dean made a fake sigh,

"I don't know, must be eating something weird." We hugged.

"Yeah, it's called healthy food, Dean." Dean and I made a face. Obviously, we found who we relate to. At least in eating habits.

The night went on pretty similarly. I was reintroduced to Bobby. They told us about their lives. Not their real ones but yeah, good enough. Dean kept silently asking questions that pertained to the cases in the town, of course, he was not being subtle at all. Stiles was better at getting information than him. And he could tell Stiles thought the same at that stupid smirk on his son's face. He played along though. He let something's drop about nonimportant things. Like when the demon was here and how they had eventually found the culprit in the end. This was all already public news so he just kept talking about it. Sam and Dean were listening closely. But this was all old news already.

Eventually, dinner was over and I cleaned up. Stiles, Sam, and Dean went to talk in the living room. Bobby decided to drink a beer in the kitchen. I finished up pretty quickly, and then going to sit opposite of him,

"So it's not another demon is it?" I say quietly enough not to be overheard. Bobby watches me all the way till I sat in front of him.

"No, not that I can tell. I think that they were just a little late on the news. But they won't leave quickly because the death record in this town is way too high to be normal." I sigh,

"Well, with all the stuff Stiles told me he has faced, I don't doubt that people would be interested. Trust me I got the FBI on my ass 24/7 asking why I can't solve these cases. And even if I know who did it, How do I explain claws and fangs as murder weapons." Bobby looked like he sympathizes with me.

"Look I actually really like you and I missed my nephews quite a bit, but I rather you are not in town because of the supernatural. I know you and Stiles made some kind of agreement before you left about the supernatural in this town, the good ones. And I just hope you can keep that promise." I looked at Bobby sternly.

"Because I know my son better than he gives me credit for, and if either you or my nephews go after his friends he will defend them in the end. He's extremely loyal and now thanks to you, more than able to protect those he cares for. I warning you ahead of time because we think of you as a family. I will side with Stiles at the end of things. And things will not turn out well for anyone involved in the long run." Bobby took my threat seriously and nodded then excused himself. Saying he was heading to bed. I got called back to the office apparently the janitor in the school called a distress call and I'm supposed to meet Parish there.

I pull up in my cruiser, I see Parish standing by his car looking at the surroundings. I don't see the Janitor who made the call. I park next to Parish and get out of my car.

"Did you see the Janitor?" Parish shakes his head and points to the building.

"I didn't see him, but I that light is flickering on an off since I've been here." I look at where he's pointing. It's the only light on.

"Alright let's go see. This better not be a prank call again." I sigh as we open the front doors and take out our pistols.

We walked up to the second floor and we can see the room. Parish calls out,

"Hello? Anyone there?" No one answers. I feel a chill up my spine. I look towards Parish but he doesn't seem to notice. We keep heading forward. Parish stands by the side of the door, I look at him while grabbing the doorknob. We rush in and neither of us expected it. There lies presumably the janitor, cut in half, at least it wasn't clawing this time. Because you can see the freaking broadsword sticking in the floor, covered in blood. I look at Parish he looks grossed out. I feel the same. It's a terrible way to go.

"Parish, Call it in. We've got another weird one." Parish nods,

"At least we have the murder weapon, this time Sheriff." I sigh, this town. I dial up Bobby.

"Bobby you still up?"

"I am now. I thought you were at work." Bobby answers with a sleepy tone to it.

"I am, currently." I sigh,

"Oh, is it a hunter thing?" He asks more alert.

"It doesn't seem to be but I wouldn't know I'll give Stiles the file later, just tell him to bring me some lunch. I'll see what he can figure out and then you guys can see if it's my thing or your thing." I say unsure myself, It's weird but not supernatural weird.

"Okay, I'll talk to Stiles. I see you sometime tomorrow." Bobby says hanging up.

"Right, bye." I sigh and head back to Parish. I can see the flashing lights in the distance. This is going to be a long next few days.