Huntress

Part 5: Let's Kill Hitler

Walking towards the kitchen, you realised you didn't feel as much of an intruder as you had done previously. It felt good to walk in the room knowing the routine a little more than the last times. It seemed to be some sort of custom to just lounge about the kitchen for a while, eat some breakfast, have some coffee...or in your case hot chocolate...and discuss the next case. Your Uncle Dean was sat down, his head buried in what must have been this weeks' newspaper. For once it wasn't a pie. If there was one thing you'd learnt over the past month, it was that your Uncle Dean loved pie.

You pour the boiling water in a mug, stirring the cocoa powder before sitting down next to him. "Morning, sunshine." He remarked. You smile lightly.
"You okay?" He frowned, his green eyes squinting slightly as his brows creased.
"Yeah...just tired."
"I hear that." He nodded, going back to look at the paper.
"What happened to your Dad?" You asked after taking a sip.
He paused from reading , put the paper down, and sighed. "We were in a car crash. He uh...he didn't make it."
You looked down, it was almost more shocking to hear that a Hunter had died from something other than a supernatural creature. You were expecting a demon or werewolf or something. But not that. "I'm really sorry." You say respectfully.
"Don't be, kid. At least he didn't make a deal or something." He picked the paper back up as if to say that the conversation was over, but he stopped himself from going back to reading and turned to you: "Did Mom say anything to you...before she uh, you know."
Your heart broke, he was so hopeless and obviously not coping well without her. He couldn't even bring himself to say it.
"She  just said she was proud of you both...and me I guess. Said she wanted me to look out for you," He smiled at this "She said I belonged here."
"Do you think you do?" He asked
"I am a Winchester...half of one anyway."
"Family don't end in blood, kid." He said. The way he said it was as though he was quoting  something...or someone. Whoever said it, he was clearly in agreement.

Footsteps broke the comfortable silence as your Dad entered the scene. He had two shopping bags in his arms as he strode towards the counter. Planting them on the top, he smiled at the pair  of you. "I brought pie." He declared.
A voice next to you mumbled "Not hungry.". You shared a confused look with your Dad., who questioned him "You sure?".
"I found a case." Your Uncle Dean ignored the question. "Two people have died in a mystery fire."
"And a mystery fire is?" You frown, taking the paper from his hands and holding it so that your Dad, who  had wandered over, could see too.
"The kind of fire that only burns the bodies. No sign of a fire anywhere else in the building." He explained, pointing towards the picture on the front. It was of two piles of ash. You grimaced a little. "What...you thinking cursed object?" Your Dad said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Maybe. Or ghost possession."
"You sure you're up for it?" Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, he didn't say it but you figured he'd be referring to the last hunt. But you knew hunting was dangerous. You'd already accepted that.
"I'm sure."
"Okay. But for once maybe do as I say?" He smirked "You know, like don't run off or anything."
"Oh you said don't run off?" You chuckle, making him laugh.
"Come on, I'll grab the duffle's."

Another car ride in Baby. It was beginning to feel so normal to you, her low hum as she took you to the next case. You relaxed in the back seat, pulling your phone out of your pocket and glancing down at the notifications- most of which you swiped away.

Your Dad went in first, followed by you, then your Uncle. The shop was definitely an antique shop. It had all sorts of bits and bobs. You noticed there was a significant number of boats on display on the balcony the floor above you. "No one's in. Split up. I'll check out the computer." Your Dad said.
"Okay. Kiddo you look around. I'll be on the first floor." He headed to the stairs and you nodded in response. You look about the place. Lots of globes ,maps, and mannequins dressed in retro clothing littered the room. A jewellery cabinet looking old enough to be an antique itself displayed some frankly hideous items.
You searched the nooks and cranny's of the place but no such luck. Nothing interesting anyway. A clutter sounded, making you and your Dad's heads turn up to see your Uncle Dean's arms fumbling about the place in attempt to catch a model boat. You giggle, alerting to him he had an audience. Your Dad smiled at your happy face in such a strange situation. He admired your ability to find such small things entertaining. He wanted your optimism on the inside. A gruff "Shut up." Came from your Uncle.
You follow after him, your hand tracing the banister of the twisting steps. Old and large paintings covered the yellow-stained walls.
It smelt really strange, but it wasn't sulfur- a sort of dusty and old musk. You grimaced slightly before following after your Uncle. His hands traced the tops of the book shelves searching for hex bags.