Part 16: Wayward Daughters

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Perched on the table, your legs swinging underneath you shared a bored look with Uncle Dean as he paced the room. Your Dad had his arms folded, but hadn't given up yet. You knew Mick would come, he'd never turn his nose up at a meeting with the Winchesters- you could only dream.

"That's it I'm waiting in the car-" Uncle Dean declared, readying himself to leave. Only, Dad stopped him. "Wait, come on-"

"No. Okay I didn't sign up for this reporting for duty crap!"

"Just wait." You sighed, not bothering to deal with any conflict.
"Sorry I'm late." Mick's voice made Uncle Dean turn round, shooting him a frown. "My report ran over. Everything's been a bit hectic till uh...well," he glanced down at the blood stain "Well. Best not to dwell."
"Must be so hard for you." You rolled your eyes.

"Okay, enough. What's the deal?" Dad silenced the argument before i escalated any further.

"Case in Wisconsin. Looked like an animal attack. The girl's in the hospital, but her brother lost his heart. We recon it's a werewolf."
"That left a survivor?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe it got scared before it could finish the job?" Uncle Dean suggested. Mick shook his head doubtfully "Perhaps but it usually takes more than just a fright to put a werewolf off it's meal."
"The hell do you know that?" Uncle Dean scoffed.
"I studied them at Kendrick's."
"Kendrick's?" Dad echoed.

"It's where British Hunters train. Kinda like Hogwarts." You explained.
"Cool."
"Not cool." You countered.

"The case sounds easy enough." Uncle Dean shrugged, ignoring any more points to be made.
"Then you won't mind if I tag a long?" Mick tilted his head, aware he'd get some serious reactions out of that statement. You snorted, "Nice one, mate."

"Mick, hunting isn't really what you're suited for..." Dad was trying to be a little more nicer about it than you had been. "There was a reason Mum never taught you." You smirked- no doubt offending him in the process.

"I'm a fast learner." He remarked "Our team were thinkers. We need to be ready for whatever happens next.

"One moment." Uncle Dean threw his head back, gesturing for you and Dad to have a "talk" about it. When you were outside he rolled his eyes "No way this is happening."
"Dean, these people have some serious knowledge."
"I have that same knowledge, though!" You protested.
"Y/N's right. Besides, you can't learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun and you go out there and you get good fast or you get dead faster."
"He might come in handy."
"What if he get's himself killed?"
"I heard that." Mick appeared at his side, making Uncle Dean back away a little from him: "Good."

Unfortunately, Mick was in the back of the Impala next to you so you sat on one side, staring at your phone screen. To add to the excitement, Mick had one of his stupid podcasts playing. Sure, you liked interesting facts, but this was just torture. "Had to listen to one of his podcasts?" Uncle Dean frowned at his brother. Mick paused it, not wanting to miss anything.
"It's educational. Besides, I've been wanting to listen to this one." Dad sighed.
"And there I was beginning to think you weren't so bad." You rolled your eyes, getting a smile from your Uncle.

After they continued to argue over hunting, you took a headphone out and decided to see if it was worth getting into. "I'd take a handful of silver bullets any day over that crap!"
"That crap, meant that the last werewolf seen in England was in the 20s." Mick sassed. You mimicked Mr K's posh accent "The last serious werewolf case in the United Kingdom was in 1923. I can't believe you listen to him."
"Thank you for that, Ketch." Mick rolled his eyes.
"Any time, Davis." You sassed.

"Were they all evil?" Dad asked, going back to the werewolves.
"I'm sorry?"
"Well not all werewolves are. We had a friend who was bitten, but he learnt to control it. Alongside lots of others."
"Werewolf's are natural born killers. Monster's don't just stop becoming monsters."
"Mick-" You wanted to stop him, but he kept going.
"They live to kill!"
"Not everything's in black and white you know." You sighed.

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