Light a Way ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allens vs Disaster

Within ten minutes the two hunter were heaving the blue corpse onto the kitchen table that Blair had cleared, while Catherine filled in Dean and Karoline before they joined them all in the kitchen. "Is Jackson sleeping?" Catherine made herself ask as she followed the two hunters into the kitchen where the others were.

"Yeah, he just went down," Dean said gruffly, moving over to where Blair and Bobby were to take in the corpse.

"Built like a supermodel, but the thing was strong, that's for damn sure," Bobby added. "Carried a full-grown into the trees in nothing flat."

"But it only took one bullet to bring it down." The youngest Winchester crossed his arms.

"And it wasn't even a silver bullet, right?" Dean asked, looking over at who he thought was Alayna since she filled him in. "Just a bullet-bullet." He walked over to the corpse and she nodded.

The corpse jumped up suddenly, and Catherine let out a startled gasp as everyone yanked out there gun and fired round after round after round into it until it fell dead once more. Silence took over the room only for a soft cry to echo off the walls from deeper into the building.

"I'll get him," Catherine announced, turning and rolling her eyes as she hurried to where Alayna's kid was. Though, she'd take that over whatever the Hell they just brought home any day.

"First one, must of just stunned it," Bobby announced what they were all wondering.

"Alright, well, let's check his hulk pants for some ID." Dean reached into the creature's brown pockets and pulled out a leather wallet. "Oh, this is just gonna ruin the leather," he muttered.

Blair shared an odd look with Karoline who shrugged, having noticed how weird he'd been all day as well. "Are you feeling okay?" Blair asked.

The eldest Winchester looked confused. "Yeah, I feel great," he promised.

Sam took the wallet from his brother's hands and opened it. "Gerald Bower," he read. "Uh, lived here in town, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes..." He looked over at his brother. "235 pounds."

Karoline ran an eye over the creature's lean structure and her top lip curled back. "I don't think that's 235 pounds."

Bobby nodded in agreement. "Well, apparently he lost a little pudge."

"Might be a lap-band side effect." Dean laughed at his own joke, but he was the only one.

Blair glanced over at Dean in confusion before Bobby's movement had her turning back to him. He had a small stick in his hand from the fireplace, and he was pressing it into the bullet hole in his chest. When he pulled it out, he grimaced. "What is that?" Blair leaned forward to see the dark grayish goo that hung from the of the stick, thick as mucus.

Bobby shook his head. "No idea. But I think we better have a closer look under Gerald's hood." He discarded the stick into the corner of the room before looking at Blair. "Bag's out in the back of the van. Run and get it, would ya?"

Blair nodded and hurried out of the house. She unlocked the van with a wave of her magic and slid into the back on her stomach, grasping for the black bag that lay on the floor. She crawled out of the van and kicked the door closed, magic searching the forest around her as she hurried back into the house.

Dean was somewhere in the kitchen when Blair handed the bag to Bobby, who grunted his thanks. He and Sam had already stripped the body of it's shirt, and Karoline watched as he put on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled out the scalpel and cut a large Y incision in Gerald's abdomen. He peeled the skin and muscle back, and Blair handed him the pruning shears from the bag, watching as he cut through the ribs, revealing the organs that lay beneath. She put on her own pair of gloves and shifted closer to Sam, pulling back the skin so she could see what lay beneath. "This is jobby," she coughed at the smell cringing back.