Silent Moments (Lesbian Story)✔️

The Job

{any mention of things that have happened in the show Supernatural do not belong to me. the show is on the CW so go watch it}

The warm October breeze filled the 1969 Dodge Charger, windows down, as it raced down the narrow Massachusetts backroads. AC/DC, Highway to Hell, blasting through the car speakers. This was, 19 year old, Peyton Barker's perfect day, driving down backroads, the leaves changing colors, her favorite album playing. She thought it couldn't get any better than this, then she recived a call from her uncle, Will, calling to tell her there was a job that was close to where she was. When she hung up and smiled to herself, "This day just got better." she told herself, speeding down the road to find the town and a motel.

Once Peyton arrived in the town she found the closest motel. After checking in and dropping some stuff in her room, she took out her laptop to look up the newspaper articles of what was happening. The first article said that in the 1920s a women and her two kids were killed by her husband, in the house. Her and her kids were all shot with a 9mm.

The next article was from two years ago, it said that owners of the house were both shot in the head. With a 9mm. The police said that there was no forced entry and the doors were all locked. When they searched the house for the weapon, they found nothing.

The last article was from a year ago, it was basically the same story as the second, except the home owners daughter was also shot. They were all shot with a 9mm, no forced entry, all the doors locked, and no weapon found.

The most recent article Peyton found was from a few days ago, it said an eyewitness, one of the home owners, saw a woman dressed in a white gown with two small children dressed in white, as well. All three of them had blood stains over where their hearts would be.

Ghosts. It has to be their spirits. Peyton grinned, thinking of the job. She put on the outfit she had for when she had to impersonate a police officer. She checked the pants pocket ton make sure the ID was there.

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Peyton arrived at the house, it was an old 1920s house, remodeled in modern day. She went up to the door and knocked.

A young woman, maybe in her twenties, answered the door. "Hello, Ms. Sanders. I'm officer Quinn with the sherrifs department. I wanted to ask you a few more questions about the incident here the other night."

Angela Sanders responded, her voice shaky probably still shaken about what happened, "Your department already sent someone here. Officer Alaby. She's here right now." She opened the door wider, inviting Peyton in the house.

Peyton walked into the house and saw a girl with loose curls in her light brown hair, sitting on the couch. She started to panic, this had never happened to her before, she had never run into another hunter while on the job, unless she called them.

"Officer Alaby, did you know that the department was going to send another officer over for questioning?" Angela spoke quietly, not wanting to start a fight or start any problems.

The brunette was startle. She quickly stood up from where she was sitting, turning to face Peyton and Angela. "Oh, yes, Ms. Sanders. The department was going to send..."

"Officer Quinn." Peyton's voice was loud and clear.

"...Ofiicer Quinn, but I said I would take the questioning. I guess they didn't tell Ms. Quinn here about that." The girl didn't look any older than Peyton was, but she seemed very mature for her age.

"I guess they did not inform me on this." Peyton explained, glaring slightly at the other girl. Then she turned to Angela, "If you don't mind, may I ask you some questions in addition to Officer Alaby's questions?"

Angela looked at the two girls in confusion. "I guess you may." She nodded, and Peyton followed her over to the sofa.

Peyton seated herself next to 'Officer Alaby'. "So, Ms. Sanders, what exactly did you see?" She pulled out a pad of paper, to make herslef seem more proffessional.

"Well," Angela started, her voice not as shaky as it was before, "I woke up in at one in the morning and I went to the kitchen to get some water and when I turned around I saw the woman and two young children. All of them were dressed in white and had, what I assumed were bullet holes in their outfits. The blood and bullet holes were right where their hearts would be. They all looked very angry and the woman looked to have a gun in her hand." Angela finished her statement. Peyton wrote down what she could.

"Do you know what kind of gun it was?" She looked up from her notepad.

Angela shook her head. "I don't, sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Peyton smiled sweetly. "One more question, when you bought the house, were you aware that in the 1920s there was a murder in this residence and every year since then the home owners have been killed, but there was no forced entry, all the doors were locked, and they found no weapon. Were you aware of this, Ms. Sanders?"

Angela nodded slowly, "I was aware of this. Our real estate agent was inclined to give us this information."

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Sanders." Peyton closed her notepad, stood up and shook Angela's hand, smiling at her. "I believe that is it from both Miss Alaby and I."

Peyton gave the other hunter a look, telling her it was time to leave. She stood up, thanked Angela and followed Peyton out of the house.

When Peyton arrived at her car, parked right in front of the house, she turned to the other girl. "Okay, who are you? I know you're a hunter." She leaned on her car, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I figured you were a hunter, as well. But my name is Mina Rhodes." Mina's voice was smooth like honey.

"Alright, Mina, let me work this job." Peyton spoke in a low tone.

Mina looked appauled, "No. I'm not letting you work this job, I was here first."

"That isn't how it works, I'm obviously older than you are, so I should work this one."

"No, I already said no. I'm usually very cooperative and would get out of your way, but I was at this job first and I don't like it when people interfere with my work. And you don't look that much older than I am." Mina crossed her arms.

"Okay, listen, kid, I understand you were here first but you don't seem that experienced either. I'm 19, I started training to be a hunter when I was 12." Peyton spat bitterly.

"I'm 18, you're only a year older than I am. I started training when I was 14. Sure, you may have more experience than I do, but I was here first so I'm not giving this up. This is the first job I've had in months. Those Winchester brothers always seem to get to the jobs before I do."

Peyton scoffed, "The WInchesters' seem to get all the good jobs." She stopped for a second, "how about this, we work this job together then we get out of each others way for good, deal?"

Mina thought for a second. "Deal, but I'm taking my own car."