Huntress

Part 13: Trust

Your feet padded quietly on the floorboards of the Bunker as you neared the voices. Dad had his back to you, typing away on his laptop, Uncle Dean was leaning over him, staring at whatever was on the screen.

You had a cup of tea in hands as you wandered up behind them.

"Found a case?" You asked, making Uncle Dean jump.
"The hell did you come from?" He looked at you with a frown.
"Europe."You mumbled, reading the screen.

Dad chuckled before saying "Yeah, a Museum not too far away. Someone had their tongue ripped out..."
"Ouch." You grimaced.
"...Yeah, but that didn't kill them."
You tilted your head questioningly.
"Having their internal organs crushed did."

"Lovely."

"Sure is." Uncle Dean huffed, his eyes squinting as he read over the article. You took a sip, the warmth of the mug spreading through to the palms of your hands.

"I take it you're coming, Kid." Uncle Dean looked at you expectantly. You nodded, grabbing a hair-tie from your wrist and tying your hair up into a bunche.

Dad sighed, but didn't say anything. He knew you'd probably end up finding a way, it was safer if you all stayed together.

"I'll call Mom," Uncle Dean broke the slight tension before it grew to too much "See if she wants to help out."

"Okay." Dad nodded, closing his laptop slightly and adjusting himself so he was facing you.
"Sleep well?" He asked in such a way you felt obliged to answer truthfully.
"Kinda." You shrugged.
Dad nodded, thankful you didn't outright lie, he could tell you trusted him more than you initially did.

"If you can't sleep, it's okay to tell me. I'm not going to be angry at you."

"I know...thanks." You didn't want to offend him, but there was really nothing he could have done to help.

"Offering a tight smile, he looked up when Uncle Dean re-entered the room. "Okay, looks like it's just gonna be the three of us," He bitterly declared. Before you could question why he added: "Let's go."

You enjoyed car journeys. There was so much more land in America so the roads weren't too busy and it gave you lots of time to listen to music or play dumb games. It was the simple things, but they made a difference.

You took out an earphone whenever they seemed to be talking about anything interesting.
"Wait, you said Mom was..."too tired" right?" Dad asked his brother, making sure he had his facts straight.
"Yep" Uncle Dean snapped. He was obviously not buying the "tired" excuse. To be fair, it was an excuse you'd often find yourself losing.

"What?" Dad frowned.
"I don't know..I just feel like something's going on and she doesn't wanna talk about it." Uncle Dean admitted his suspicions.
"She's back into Hunting, she just needs time. We can't expect her to be perfectly okay."
"Yeah. I guess..."

You sighed, watching them go back and forth. Of course Mary had every right to hunt on her own, to have any secrets she wants to keep, to be away from her family and still love them. But Uncle Dean appeared to have different ideas, he was family driven and couldn't get his head around the fact that she didn't want to be with them all of the time.

From what Mary had told you, it sounded like she'd spent the earlier years of her life running from the Hunting life, to be dragged back in...it couldn't have been easy.

You wouldn't be able to cope if Dad hadn't wanted you to stay, if you'd have to go back to live in The Chapter House...

After a solid fifteen minutes of waiting in the car, you'd just about had enough of not being able to know what's going on. No, you couldn't pretend to be an FBI agent, but you didn't have to.