Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(7) Written by Winnie Su

Supernatural: Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(7)

Written by Winnie Su

Sam pushes the door open and flicks the light on in the cheap, musty motel room. His brother follows closely behind.

Dean throws his jacket on his bed and turns around to Sam, who is sitting by the edge of the other bed.

   

Sam notices his brother's stare and asks, "What?"

"Don't you think there is something wrong with that girl?" Dean says with a slight frown.

Sam lets out a frustrated sigh and starts, "Dean, look..." But his brother cuts him off.

"It's not just her age that we are talking about here, Sam. Hell, she didn't even really tell us how old she is. Did you see how she fights earlier? She kicked you in the guts and sent you flying across the room! Does she seem to be normal to you?"

   

"Dean, if you are talking about this because her fighting skills are better than yours, then..." Sam says but is silenced again by his brother.

"That is not what I am talking about!" Then the abrupt knocks stop Dean's words.

   

Sam stands up irately and goes to the door. A small frame is revealed as he opens the door.

"Luna!" Sam exclaims and opens the door wider for the girl.

   

"Speaking of the devil." Dean mutters under his breath, but he can't help to wonder why there is a hint of worry in his brother's voice.

   

Then he knows why. Luna's clothes are splattered damp with red liquid that could only be blood. She is also limping lightly on her right leg and a little cut on her left cheek.

   

"Whoa. Are you okay?" Dean asks as Luna walks to the middle of the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She says and winces, "Just a few cuts, I will live."

"What happened?" Sam asks and hands the girl a clean towel to freshen up.

   

"Demons are what happened!" She snaps and sits down on a chair by the small table. "I knew there was something wrong with the waitress! She followed me out after I left the diner. She was a werewolf. I killed her, and then a demon jumped me. I killed him, too."

   

Sam blinks for a second and asks, "How?" How can a young girl kill a demon with just a few bruises and cuts?

Luna reaches into her jacket and pulls out a blade that can only be Ruby's knife. "Here, thanks, by the way."

   

Dean watches Sam takes his knife from the girl's hand back slowly. The oldest hunter's eyes never leave the girl. "When did you give it to her?" Dean asks with a wary look on his face. He doesn't remember anything of the girl with the demon-killing knife.

    

"I didn't." Sam frowns and looks back to the small hunter.

Luna is bending over, checking a cut on her calf. As if she can feel the burning holes on her back from the brothers, she sits up straight to reveal her face to them.

"What?"

"How did you get my knife?" Sam asks. He was sure that he kept his knife safely in his jacket. It doesn't make sense that a hunter like him wouldn't realize his weapon is gone.

"If you haven't noticed, you don't really have a salary for hunting, you know. A girl's got to need something to live."

Both men didn't say anything. They just stared at her suspiciously. Luna rolls her dark brown eyes and sighs at how slow the brothers can be at understanding. "I picked up some nice tricks from Bela years ago when I ran into her." She shrugs as she explains. "Picking pockets, stealing things; you can say I am a full time hunter and a part time thief." She says with an innocent smile, "So watch out for your things," Luna points at the duffle bags at the other side of the room. "You never know when they will disappear." And she smiles wider at the brothers’ incredulous expressions.

   

"Are you freaking serious?" Dean says, annoyance starts to show in his voice.

"Me being a thief? Serious as a heart attack, brother. Don't worry about your bags, I was joking about that one." Luna says with a playful smack on Dean's arm and heads to her duffle bag for a little kit before going to the washroom to wash away the bloodstains and clean her wounds.

Sam's eyes are glued to the girl's back until she is in the washroom. "Yeah, weird as hell." Sam mouths to his brother.

Dean gives Sam a look in return that could only be explained as "I told you so." He turns to find his own duffle bag. And then he notices something about the girl as she left the bathroom door open.

Luna's looking into the mirror in the bathroom with only a white tank top on while she uses a wet towel to clean up a cut on her right arm. Her once smooth skin is covered by scars made by what Dean identified as claws, bullets, and… One of the scars stands out to Dean's attention.

"Hey." Dean says as he walks toward the injured girl.

"Hey." Luna replies without looking up. "Can you grab that for me?" She gestured the square shaped band aid by the sink with her chin.

"Sure." He peels open the band aid and sticks it on her fresh cleaned cut, not forgetting a little slap on her arm, right on the covered wound before taking a step back to admire his work.

"Ouch!" Luna exclaims and gives Dean a dead stare. "Very mature, Winchester, thank you very much."

Dean shrugs and clears his throat, as he feels funny inside because the interaction between them suddenly reminds him of Jo, or even weirder, Charlie.

"What happened there?" Dean taps the scar at the base of her neck.

"Huh?" Luna is confused for a second as she was just checking another cut near her wrist. "Oh, that." She shrugs lightly and explains, "I was in a mental hospital on a ghost hunt. A very violent one let me tell you. A crazy woman thought it would be fun to be a vampire and suck a girl's blood, and that girl turned out to be me."

"Wow."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"To make you feel better, Dean had to pull down his pants and yell 'pudding!'" Sam chimes in from the outside.

Dean doesn't bother to hide his annoyance at all, “Thanks, Sam, thanks a lot."

Luna giggles lightly and pushes Dean towards the bathroom door. "Now get out of here, Winchester, you've seen enough skin." She says and slams the door shut quickly behind him.

Luna leans against the door with a slight gasp. Her small hand trails slowly up to her neck where the scar is. Her eyes slide shut as memories flooded her mind.

They were going to kill the family, just like they did with hers. She stopped them on time along with her brother. A fire started in the house. She got the family to safety. Jason didn't listen to her and stayed to kill the Alpha. She ran back for him. Jason died. She attacked. Something bit her.

Luna's eyes fly open. When she looks into the mirror, they are gleaming brightly in green. Luna closes them again and shakes her head, "Come on, you can do better than this." She mutters under her breath. She looks into the mirror again; her usual dark brown stares back to her. "There we go." She sighs and heads back to treat her other wounds.

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Dean stands outside of their motel room and stares down at his phone screen. He is thinking about calling Garth if he has ever heard Luna before. But he still feels bitter that it used to be Bobby's job instead of a wimpy looking man. "Oh, screw it." He murmurs and hits the dial button.

"Hey, Garth," Dean greets flatly to the man on the other end.

"Yeah, Yeah." He idly answers the question that he didn't pay attention to and cuts in, "Hey, do you by any chance know a hunter, Luna?" The answer is no doubt a "Luna who?", because Dean starts to describe the girl. "She is very young looking, Asian, small, and has beef with werewolves."

"Beef with werewolves, Asian..." Garth echoes as he thinks. "Oh, yes, Wolfie is usually how I call her, but yeah. Why?"

   

(to be continued…)