"Hey, you're a hunter, Kota." He soothes her, placing his hand firmly on her shoulder.
She takes a deep breath to calm herself. "I don't know if I can do this, dad." She whimpers, clutching onto his hand tightly.
"You're a hunter, aren't you?" He...
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"Be yourself; everyone
else is already taken." -Oscar Wilde
<< Disagreements and White Lies >>
"Oh, no no no no." Dakota hears Dean's voice as she wakes up, she blinks up at the roof of the impala. "I'm definitely shooting her." The trunks slams closed before the driver's door opens.
"I better not be the 'her' you're shooting." Dakota says as Dean slides in, he whips around at her voice and studies her for a second.
Her skin was slightly pale and sweaty, her eyes were bleary as they tried to focus on him. He wasn't sure if it was from sleep or if she just didn't feel good.
"No," Dean chuckles out, moving his gaze from her as Sam get's in. He hands her back a box full of files and things. "We found out what killed Olivia, her employee's a Wiccan."
"There was hex bags?" Dakota questions, sitting up and placing the box in her lap.
"No, but she could've covered her tracks." Dean informs, slightly aggravated.
"Jeez, I was just asking." Dakota defends herself, her eyes widening at her dad.
"I don't really think it was Beth, Dean does." Sam shrugs, explaining Dean's attitude.
"She got Olivia's office." Dean points out, looking back at Dakota over his shoulder. "She's the boss now. It's all right there in black and white."
"But did she seem off? You know like happy that Olivia was gone. Was she smug?" Dakota asks, narrowing her eyes as she thinks over everything.
"No, she seemed off though. She wasn't exactly sad about the thing." Dean sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Okay, well before we go overboard and murder someone, let's just keep an eye on her." Dakota compromises, glancing between the two. Dean sighs again but nods in his head in agreement.
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Dakota stands beside Dean, a notebook held in on hand and a pen in the other, she acts like she's taking notes as Dean speaks to the coroner on the crime-scene, but in reality she's drawing a picture. Dean taps her shoulder, and pointing her forward as the coroner walks off.
