Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(14) Written by Winnie Su

Supernatural: Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(14)

Written by Winnie Su

Sam turns just in time to behead the vampire who tried to bite into his neck. When Sam turns back to where he was, Ryan was sneaking up behind Dean with a silver knife that Luna must have dropped moments ago. “Dean!” He calls out as warning. Sam tried to cover for his brother, but another vampire keeps him occupied. Where the Hell do these monsters come from? They seem to be coming endlessly.

   

Hearing Sam’s warning call, Luna looks up to Dean’s direction. Without second thought, she flashes to in front of Ryan to block the fetal move that would have killed Dean.

   

Instead, the silver knife buried deep into the young hunter’s stomach.

Sam opens his mouth in surprise but nothing comes out as the impact shoves Luna’s back against Dean’s. Ryan stumbles backwards as he didn’t expect her to save the human hunter’s life. He doesn’t even move when Luna pulls out the silver blade that was embedded to her body and pierces his heart as if she doesn’t feel any pain at all.

   

Luna yelps as a hand pulls her from behind. She meets the floor as the hand punches her in the face. She looks up with a metallic taste in her mouth and sees her brother staring down at her.

   

“You disappointed me, Luna.” He speaks and pulls her up with her hair. Luna twists and claws, but Jason is still stronger than her in that position. “You killed them.”

   

Luna laughs weakly, “I was going to kill all of them anyway. It was only a matter of time.” Jason snarls and smashes her head against the pavement.

   

“Well, too bad, because you are going to be dead first.” Jason growls and looms over her.

   

“That’s your problem, Jason,” Luna says a little too calmly even on the edge of death, completely ignoring the pain at her abdomen. “You are too full of yourself.”

   

Luna sweeps her leg underneath Jason’s, making him trip. She jumps up to her feet and has her arms around his neck before he entirely touches the floor in her inhuman speed.

   

“Why do you want me?” Luna demands and chokes the young man beneath her.

   

“They are coming…” Jason wheezes out as he air pipe gets crushed.

“Who, the demons?”

Jason laughs manically, “You know nothing, Luna. It’s way out of your imagination. Soon, we will be the hunters of the world. We don’t need to hide anymore. The humans will be ours!”

Sadness fills Luna as the words come out of Jason’s mouth. He used to be so full of love and gentle, but becoming a werewolf and joining the pack have made him heartless. He is not human anymore, she tells herself, he had become a monster. 

Luna takes out the silver knife that’s well hidden in her boot; she slits her brother’s neck and stabs the werewolf’s heart through his back.

The warehouse was quiet as the body falls lifelessly down from Luna’s loosened grip and grief engulfs her. The searing pain in her stomach pulled her back to reality. As if she just realized she was injured, Luna covers her wound with her hand and abruptly moves it away, watching blood dripping down from her fingers.

   

Suddenly, a sound of clicking echoes through the now silent warehouse.

  

Luna lets out a despair sigh; because she is certain that it was the sound of a gun’s safe. Slightly hunched over with her hand back to her stomach, she slowly turns around.

Luna’s hazy eyes stare at the gun a moment then to Dean. Sam is standing a few steps away from them, dead bodies around all of the hunters.

 “So you still want to kill me, huh, after all of this?” Luna asks wearily, gesturing the dead monsters with her bloodstained knife.

 “Do you still remember the vampire, Benny?” Dean doesn’t say anything in reply, but his reaction is enough for Luna as an answer. Luna shakes her head and huffs out a tired laugh, “See, that’s what I don’t understand about you, Dean. What I am trying to do is save innocent lives. I have never killed a human being before, which is a better record than Benny, or even your angel friend, Castiel. All I have ever done in my life was to help people, and yet I am always the one that is being hunted when it’s supposed to be the other way around.” The blood loss and pain had made Luna breathless so she pauses to catch her breath.

  

“You know what?” Luna suddenly says, stepping forward until the gun touches her chest. “Kill me. I really don’t care. What’s really left of me, anyway? I just killed my own brother…” She chokes out with grief. But seeing Dean not moving a muscle, she becomes angry, “Come on! What are you waiting for? Do it!” She yells and grabs his wrist, pointing the gun to herself.

Dean stares into the once-again dark brown eyes and feels pity and sadness toward the girl.

  

The girl, not the werewolf. In fact, he doesn’t think Luna ever was a werewolf. She is just a girl who has a cursed life just like him. He understands why Sam warms up to her so quickly now.

Slowly, Dean lowers his gun from Luna as the instinct to kill her fades and his eyes softens. Luna watches the weapon disbelievingly when it retreats back to Dean’s side.

And that’s it. Her life slowly seeps away along with the blood flowing freely from her wound. Her legs feel like jelly as she slumps weakly to the floor.

It takes Dean by surprise as Luna passes out, but he catches her before she can hit the ground. The young hunter looks up to him tiredly through her hooded lids and rasps, trying her best to take in as much oxygen as possible while Dean carries her back to the car.

The stab didn’t get her heart, but Luna knows it is fatal enough to kill her.

She stops the two brothers when they attempt to put her into the car without injuring her further more.

She reaches up to the metal chain around her neck with her bloodstained fingers and unclasps it. “Take this,” She utters weakly and hands Dean the moon necklace, her words so quiet almost inaudible. “I… know what Jason… and Ryan were talking about… Find Garth…”

 “Garth?” The brothers give each other a look. What has Garth to do with all this?

Luna nods as best as she can, “Find him… Wisconsin… The Maw of Fenris…” Dean sees the desperation in her soft brown eyes. “Find them. Kill them.” She gives Dean’s hand a last soft squeeze before her head lolls back like a ragdoll. Her ragged breath cannot be heard anymore.

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Dean flickers on the lighter and tosses it into the pyre where the young hunter lies. The brothers stand by the pile of logs as the flames started to roar. Watching the smoke rise up into the night sky, Sam asks, “Well, what now?”

“Now?” Dean turns away from the raging fire and back to his Impala, “Next stop, Wisconsin.”

（The End）