Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(8) Written by Winnie Su

Supernatural: Wolfie not so wolfy; the hunter who is hunted(8)

Written by Winnie Su

"Is there anything I need to know about her?" Dean asks.

"What, you are working with her?"

"Yeah, kind of. Please don't tell me she is just like Gordon."

"Nah, she's a good kid. Clear minded, she knows what she's doing."

Dean snorts, "I wonder why I sense a 'But' coming?"

Dean can almost see Garth shrugs as he answers. "She never partners up with others much, that's all. I only know her because she calls sometimes for information on cases. Despite all that, she is a pretty nice hunter."

"If she is so amazing, why we've never heard of her?" Dean asks.

"Like I said, she doesn't partner with people much, and ninety-nine percent of her kills are all clean with no trace, hard to track, except she always has a signature on her kills – knife across the throat and through the heart.”

   

“Huh.” That was Dean’s only answer.

"Yeah. What are you hunting, anyway?" Garth asks out of curiosity.

"Wolves and vamps, maybe some demons, too. Girl said it's the pack that killed her family."

“Really? Well, tell Wolfie ‘Good Luck’ for me, then.”

“Sure.” Dean promises and hangs up the phone.


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Dean leans against his Impala and stares at his phone and ponders if teaming up with Luna is a good idea.

The door of the motel room opens, and Sam walks out to join his brother by the car.

"Well?" Sam asks and motions toward the phone.

"Garth said she's clean." Dean answers simply.

"So, that's good, right?" Sam asks unsurely.

"I guess." Dean shrugs and tucks his phone into his pocket.

   

The door opens again. Luna slips out silently with her bags. She walks up to the brothers and says, "Thanks for letting me hog your bathroom. I am going to get a room next to yours for the night, okay? Just so you know where to find me."

Sam nods, "Sure."

Luna smiles and steps back, "Good night, then"

"Luna, wait up." Dean calls after her before she walks too far. Dean tosses the cold beer that he brought out with him to her. "For the ankle." Luna looks surprised at the gesture. "I can't have a girl with a bad ankle to watch my back, can I?"

Luna grins happily at the older Winchester’s acceptance and half runs, half limps to the motel’s counter to book a room.

“Never knew a can of beer can make a girl so happy.” Dean whistles as Luna disappears behind the door.

“She lost her brother at a young age, Dean. He was everything she had. She was forced into this terrible life. Acceptance might not be something that she comes across every day, especially from a hunter.” Sam muses.

“Wow, Sam. It reminds you of someone?” Dean teases his brother.

Sam’s expression remains unchanged. “Maybe.” He answers simply.

Dean doesn’t say anything as he realizes Sam is talking about his own family. Dean looks down to his shoes with slight guilt. After all those years, they’ve opened the gates of hell, stuffed Lucifer back in, hunted Leviathans, even went to Purgatory; it still doesn’t change their past of how they started this cursed life. Maybe that’s why Sam accepts Luna so quickly; he sees himself in her.

   

“Come on, let’s catch some sleep. We’ve got work to do tomorrow.” Dean says and walks back to their room.



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“So,” Luna says as she munches on her English muffin with sausages, “What should we do now?”

   

Dean looks up to her, “What do you usually do?” He asks. Oh, God. This man seriously needs to work on his table manners.

“Find the wolf, kill it, and move on.” She answers, taking a sip at her chilled iced tea.

“Wow. You make it sound so easy.” Sam comments. Luna grins at him childishly in return.

“Well, I guess we can…” Dean starts, but a ringtone cuts him off. He drops his food down to his plate and searches for his phone in his pocket.

He clears his throat before answering the call, “Hello?” The two younger hunters look at him, fascinated. Dean shifts a little as he feels uncomfortable at two sets of eyes staring at him, which makes Sam and Luna smile widely at each other.

“Yeah, thanks. We’ll be there soon.” Dean nods at whatever the person on the other end was saying and hangs up the phone. “That was the sheriff. They’ve found new bodies.” Dean says. He stands up with his jacket and finishes off his breakfast. Sam throws a few bills on the table as Luna wraps up her English muffin in a napkin. They follow Dean out to his car.

“Hey, Luna, wait,” Sam taps the girl’s shoulder so she would slow down behind Dean to match Sam’s pace.

 “Yeah?” Luna is still chewing on her sausage.

“Did you knock our door around three last night?”

Luna stops suddenly at her tracks. She stops chewing and looks up to him, the height difference between them making a funny image. She swallows her mouthful and answers, “I might be really misbehaving, but I would never waste time for my beauty sleep. Why?”

“Well, whoever knocked on the door woke me up. I opened the door, but nobody was there and then I saw your door close.”

Luna stares at him with a blank look. “You mean someone was in my room last night and I didn’t even notice?”

Sam shrugs, “I…”

“Hey! Are you guys coming or not?” Dean yells impatiently from the side of his car.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Luna hisses as they start walking again.

“I didn’t…”

“You didn’t think it was important because I might have pulled a bad prank?” Luna interrupts him sharply.

“I…” Sam is unable to form words when he realizes what he had done.

“We are going back to the motel first.” Luna says through her gritted teeth to Dean, who is sliding behind the wheel.

Dean frowns and stills for a moment to takes in what she said. He turns to his brother and mouths, “What the heck did you do?”

Sam shrugs and mutters under his breath, “I’ll tell you later.”

Dean gives him a suspicious look and glances to Luna from the rear-view mirror worriedly, but he drives back to the motel anyway.

(to be continued…)