Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(10) Written by Winnie Su

Supernatural: Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(10)

Written by Winnie Su

“Yes, Hunter.” Luna confirms and whips out her badge for proof. “I was adopted.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie. She did stay at the Hunters’ before running away at sixteen. “I’ve been chasing a killer with the same M.O. for a few years. We think it’s the same guy.” Not a lie either.

“Oh, my apologies, Agent Hunter.” The coroner says, bowing his head slightly. “It’s just… I find your physical appearance a bit unconvincing…” He trails off uncomfortably under the girl’s soul-ripping glare. He opens his mouth as he wanted to say something, but closes it in the last second, deciding it’d be best just keep his mouth shut if he wants to stay alive. Seriously, the girl looks more like a serial killer than a F.B.I. Agent.

Sam has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop laughing so hard that he can taste blood. Unfortunately a snort escapes when the coroner turns around to show them the most recent bodies.

Luna gives him a hard jab on his ribs with her elbow and mutters, “Shut up.” 

The coroner leads them to where the bodies are, “They are no luckier than the previous victims. All ripped into pieces with their hearts gone.” He hesitates and pushes his glasses up, looking at the two hunters, “Are you sure these are not animal attacks?”

“We’ve got reasons to believe so, doc.” Luna says sharply, making the old man visibly flinch at her voice.

“O–okay.” He stutters fearfully. Sam feels bad for the old man, so he tries to find something to change the subject. Then he notices the bodies on the tables behind them.

“Whoa, what happened to them?” Sam asks, gesturing the two bodies. They were a man and a woman.

“Um, People found them in the ally next to the diner a few blocks down. They both got slashed throats and have their hearts run through. I haven’t got through them yet.” The coroner says.

“Right,” Sam nods, “Would you mind if we take a look at the autopsy reports of the previous victims?” He asks.

“Sure, no, of course. I will be right back.” The old man hurries out of the room to fetch the reports, leaving the two hunters alone.

Once he’s gone, Sam turns to the girl. “You did this?” He points at the dead waitress in front of them.

With an innocent look on her face, Luna pulls down the white sheets just above the blonde’s chest and points at a bloody mark on her left shoulder.

It’s a waning crescent moon.

Luna holds a finger against her lip and lets a mischievous smile show.

Sam shrugs and pretends nothing happened when the coroner comes back. He’s got to admit, the girl kills with grace and attitude. Leaving a mark like that, it’s a sign of open war.

“Here you go, these are all the reports.” The coroner says, handing them a huge stack of files.

“Thank you, doc.” Sam nods to the old man and heads out with Luna.

“Wait a sec.” Luna says and turns back to the coroner.

“Doc…” Luna bites her lip before asking. “Did you identify a girl named Elianne Justice?”

The old man was a bit startled at first, but once he realizes the girl’s question, he relaxes immediately. “No, I didn’t, Agent Hunter. I hope that is good news for you.” He replies.

Luna blinks once and gives him a reluctant smile, “I hope it is, too. Thank you, doc.” She says and disappears with Sam behind the door.

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Dean meets up with Sam and Luna half an hour later at another diner, since apparently Luna killed two people in the ally next to the one that they went last time.   

Luna is nibbling on a French fry when Dean walks in and sits next to her. The two younger hunters are looking through the autopsy and crime scene reports of the previous cases.

Incredibly tempted by the delicious fumes, Dean extends his hand for the basket of golden crispy, mouthwatering, French fries. But just before he can reach his target, a small boney hand swats his away, leaving a red stinging and burning pain on the back of Dean’s hand.

“Ouch!” Dean can barely keep his voice down enough not for anyone to notice.

“Don’t you even dare to touch the fries, Winchester.” Luna points at him with her French fry without even looking up. “Or I swear I will make you regret it.”

As a stifled chuckle escape from Sam, Dean turns to face brother and give him a “Is she serious?” look. Sam shrugs with the smile still on his face and shows Dean his hand that’s covered by an angry red mark.

Dean makes a face and reach for the untouched glass of water instead.

“So, did you find anything new at the crime scene?” Sam asks.

“Nothing new. A bunch of teenagers and young adults again.”

Luna’s head shoot up, “Teenagers and young adults?”

“Yeah,” Dean confirms, “Why?”

“Do you have a list?”

Dean hands her the manila folder that he got from the sheriff.

Luna whips out the sheet of paper that contains the list and scans thought them quickly.

“Oh, my goodness.” Luna exhales.

“What?” Dean asks absentmindedly as he stares longingly at the basket of French fries. Oh, that crispy and golden fries…

“I think I just found the connection of the victims.” And that snaps Dean out of his trance.

“What is it?” Sam urges her to go on.

“Me.”

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Dean is not exactly happy when he waits outside the diner next to his car for Luna and Sam. But who would be happy when you are not allowed to touch a bunch of delicious French fries that are right next to you?

Seriously though, it smells so good, Dean thinks as he eyes the paper bag with the fries inside. It's not as good as pie, but just as tempting...

She won't notice if I just take one, right? Dean tells himself as he holds out one hand into the paper bag.

Oh, but it certainly is a bad idea, Dean thinks when a hand grabs his arm, spins him around and slams him face first against his car. “Ouch!" Dean exclaims for the second time in the same hour. He winces when his arm is twisted in a painful angle behind his back.

"What did I say, hmm, Winchester?" Luna says behind him with a lazy voice like she doesn't care, but Dean knows better.

"Oh, come on! Just let me go!" Dean almost whines, although he would never admit it. Sam only smirks at the scene in front of him.

Dean grunts painfully as his arm is twisted even further. Damn, this girl's got a tight grip; he thinks and swings his shoulder back, aiming for the girl’s chin to break free. But Luna easily dodges away and sends a kick to the back of Dean’s knee, making him slump against the car again.

"What. Exactly. Did. I. Say?" She leans in close next to Dean's face and innocently bats her long eyelashes while adding more pressure on Dean's arm.

Dean groans, "You said don’t I dare to touch your fries or I will regret it.” He says through gritted teeth and embarrassment.

“And do you regret it, now?”

“Damn it, yes!” Dean curses under his breath, still struggling under the girl’s steel grip.

Suddenly the pressure is gone just as fast as it came. Luna smiles as she gives Dean’s shoulder a pat and says, “Come on, Winchester, we have a house of sons of bitches to kill.” Sam laughs out loud at that, Luna grins at him. “Literally. Bitches.” She emphasizes the last word with a pop with her lips and slides into the car with her bag of French fries.

Dean makes an annoyed face, “I swear this girl is the most bratty, obnoxious, annoying, and ostentatious person I have ever meet.”

A muffled “I heard that!” comes from inside the car.

“Ugh!” Dean fights the urge to kick the tire of his Baby and swings his car door open while Sam laughs deafening loud in the empty parking lot.

(to be continued…)