Huntress

Part 15: Ramsey

The boom of the Bunker door followed by the footsteps on the stairs down made you lose your train of thought. Despite your headphones in, you still managed to hear the echo in the halls of the building. You took an earbud out and looked up from your laptop.
The moment your Dad and Uncle walked in the room the smell hit you. You grimaced.

"Hey, kid." Uncle Dean greeted, heading for the chair opposite you.
"If you sit down I might actually kill you." You warned, your eyes flickering between the chair and his confused face.
"I'm sorry?"
"You reek of...I don't even wanna know. It's minging, so take a shower and then you can sit down." You ordered.

Dad chuckled, "Hello to you too."
Thankfully, he was at least dressed in what appeared to be clean clothes and had very few traces of monster on him. Whereas Uncle Dean was plastered in blood, flesh and other substances you weren't going to jump at the chance to find out what they were.

Uncle Dean, still unsure of what to say, gave you a funny look. You smirked, looking back over to your Dad who'd just gotten a notification on his phone. "Found another case." He declared.
"That was fast." Uncle Dean huffed. 'Too fast' You thought to yourself, but said nothing.

"Yeah I got a series of alga-rhythms to go through a filter of newspapers and-" He stopped, noticing Uncle Dean's blank face before sighing "The computer told me."

"Man, monsters and porn. Is there anything they can't do?"
"I'm sure they'd have how to wash yourself on there. Try wikihow." You sassed, still very aware of the stench.
"Y/N's right, you've got pieces of ghouls and wraiths stuck on you...I think there's some siren in your hair." Dad's face scrunched up in disgust when Uncle Dean flicked it away from himself.
"I've got babywipes in the car-"
You shared a look with your Dad.
...
"-I'll go take a shower."

You watched as he ambled down the stairs, finally cleaning himself up. When you looked over at your Dad you can't help but laugh.
"You know, I think he's kinda scared of you?" Dad chuckled.
"Hopefully." You giggled.
"You coming on the Hunt?" He asked, perching on the table.
You glance at the floor for a second "Yeah...why not."

"So," Uncle Dean began explaining before him or his brother had properly gotten back into the Impala. "The survivor seems to think she was attacked by an invisible wolf."
"Like uh..." You racked your brain "A hellhound?"
"Exactly."
"We think so." Dad butted in, making sure nothing was set in stone.

"So the guy made the deal right?" You asked. You locked your phone and slid it into your pocket, turning your attention fully on the front seats.
"Yep."
"So why did it attack the girl?"
"We don't know..."

You sat back and thought through the information,, mapping out the ideas in your head. "So," You began, grabbing their attentions "your plan to retrieve any useful information from her is to lie to her?" You tilted your head, hoping the fact that you'd outlined the plan made it seem as bad as it was. Uncle Dean nodded slowly, his face unconvinced.
"It's better for her, it'll help her sleep at night." Dad protested.
You shrugged "No offence...but it wouldn't for me. People want closure."
"Thank you! That's what I've been trying to tell him!" Uncle Dean agreed, his head turning slightly to face you, but his eyes remaining on the road.
"We're trying this. End of." Dad huffed.
"Well...Good luck." You shook your head with disbelief, watching as you pulled up outside the survivor- Gwen's place.

By far the worst part about not being able to convincingly disguise yourself as a FBI agent was the waiting around. You were patient, so the actual process itself was bearable, it was the not knowing everything. Every single time your Dad would briefly run through what happened and you'd know full well it wasn't the half of it.
You threw your head back, staring up at the ceiling of the car. It wasn't very interesting, but it was a change from the steering wheel. That was when your phone buzzed, saving you from your thoughts.
You glanced down, watching it move slightly as it vibrated on the empty seat beside you. "MICK"
You sighed. What could he possibly want?