"Who the hell are these guys!?" Y/N thought to herself as she left the building, a law firm, pulling her hair out of the tight bun she had put it in to give herself an air of professionalism. The guys in question, two rather tall, good looking gentlemen, had come in while she was asking questions, given her weird looks, and walked away with another person. They were probably fellow hunters, fellow being an interesting word here because other hunters were most often nightmares to deal with.
Whatever. She had work to do. She headed back to her motel room, new information in tow. Whatever it was killing people, it was nothing she had ever heard of. Victims turned to stone, three of them over the past week, no obvious ties between any of them. She unlocked the door to her motel room, an unfortunate mess of mold and dust, but hey it was cheap. She threw off her dress, nasty, fancy thing, and slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sitting down at the small table in the corner of the room.
She added the address the latest victim, a man in his early 30s, lived, and consequently, died at, drawing a line from his apartment to the law firm he had worked at. She had done that for the previous two victims, one a woman in her 50s who was unemployed and the other a college girl, almost 20. The only information she had on the older woman was that she had gone to the grocery store earlier that day, and the college girl had gone from the campus to her apartment.
Y/N's brain poured over this information before she sighed and thought "I need a drink." She grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat back down, staring at the map as if something would magically appear. It did, not so much magically, but in visualizing the routes between the places the three went before they died, Y/N perceived they all passed by the same property. In the name of being somewhat prepared for whatever she may face, she decided to do a little research.
Heading to the bed and pulling out her laptop, she combed through the books she had translated and stored on there. The only thing she could find pertaining to victims being turned to stone was Medusa, and she was pretty sure that wasn't what she was dealing with. She decided to call a hunter named Garth, more than a fellow hunter, a friend.
"Garth?"
"Y/N. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I'm on a case and I'm having a little trouble with what it is that I'm actually hunting and I was wondering if you had any insight."
"Oh I always have insight," he said with a chuckle, and Y/N could hear papers rustling in the background. "What've you got for me?"
"Well three victims so far, no obvious pattern. Two women, one in her 50s and one almost 20, and one male, early 30s. And here's the kicker, they all got turned to stone. My only lead is that they all passed by a house before they died, haven't checked it out yet, I wanted to get a little hint on what I should prepare for."
"Turned to stone?"
"Oh yeah, I checked out the bodies. Real stone, how they got em to the morgue and in the lockers I'll never know."
"Hmm, I've never heard of anything like that, but I'll get in touch with some other people and get back to you, okay?"
"Sounds good, thanks Garth, I'll let you know if I find anything else."
"Stay safe out there."
"You too."
And with that, Y/N was again on her own. With no idea what she was going up against. Fantastic. Boredom eventually won and she headed to a local bar with a few folders of information she had, walking by the house, using all her willpower to stop from barging in there unprepared. She'd be no help if she was dead. She found a corner and ordered a beer, pulling out a folder and going through it, mentally ordering the information, trying to work out some other common denominator.
She dropped the folder on the table as she heard it: the same voice from earlier at the law firm. And that voice was hitting on a waitress. Picking the folder back up, she held it in front of her face and located the table the voice was sitting at. The waitress was obviously under his charm, and from the body language of the man sitting opposite, this was a seemingly common occurrence. Something was off about it though, at least to Y/N. She couldn't decide if the man seemed too eager or not eager enough. If she had to guess, he seemed sad, and he was doing such a good job at hiding it that if she wasn't so familiar with sadness herself, he would've seemed happy, or at the very least content.
Y/N watched as the waitress walked in her direction and the two men got up, eyes following the waitress to land on her, threw a few bills down, and left. She could hear the purr of their car's engine as they sped away.
Another beer later and Y/N still had a big, steaming pile of nothing, so she decided to call it a night. Walking back by that house, temptation strong as ever, she heard voices and the quick movement of a flashlight, and ducked to the side to listen in on their conversation, already recognizing who the voices belonged to.
She smirked at their frustration, her competitiveness getting the better of her. They had no idea of what they were hunting either! She saw their car parked, a beautiful black muscle car. It was a really nice car, one she definitely would've stolen if she were younger. As it was, she already had a car, one she could afford through perfectly legal methods of course, though she found she actually preferred to walk.
Apart from the plethora of curse words, she was able to discern two names: Sam and Dean, Sam's voice being a bit higher pitched than Dean's. That might come in handy later. Now she did know something they didn't, though it's significance to the case could be questioned.
Still grinning, Y/N trudged the rest of the way back to the motel, flopping down on the bed and drifting off to sleep.
Imagine her surprise when she was awoken, not much later, by the same rumbling car engine and the door of the room next to hers being unlocked. She looked at her watch: 1:47. Boy, they were loud at this hour; they must have a lot of weapons for the racket they were making bringing stuff in that room.
By the time they had settled in and the noise had settled down, Y/N was back to sleep, ready to wake up and start another day of chasing something.
