Hunter Lottie

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Deli;

The from her last conversation with Doug had stuck with her ever since, just like the last time. It was a battle of butterflies and stabbing pains throughout her body, which ended up breaking her focus and led her special talents into haywire. Though the warmth of the embrace and the love coming from her brunette best friend caused her body to numb from the pain, her eyes closing as the two hugged.

“Thank you so much, Lottie…It’s like last time, y’know?”

Charlotte let her hand run down the familiar back of her best-friend, as she attempted to sooth the blonde’s fears and anxieties. It was painful for the hunter to see her friend in such distress, with no way of helping the situation. Doug had decided his path in life and all she could do was be the best damn friend ever, to stop a recurring downfall.

“This time you have the full support of me. I’ll even make cookies....If my Mom lets me in the kitchen!” she hesitated “maybe I should just let my Mom make them!”

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Delilah;

Delilah felt uncomfortable to say the least in the crowd of people in the daylight. She didn’t like to be out in the open in such a vulnerable state of mind, especially when she couldn’t control her own thoughts out in the open. Though it was a breath of relief to see Lottie, her sister from another mister, her lips curving into a crooked smile as she returned the hug gratefully, enjoying the warm embrace as she needed it.

“Hey Sister…”

Charlotte felt her heart beating into her ribs as she encapsulated her best friend in her arms. All she wanted to do was fix the pain that Delilah was feeling, even reserve time to a time where the psychic didn’t have any upset in her life. Back when they were young girls sat by the lake watching her father fish, before they knew of heartbreak and how cruel the world could be to them. “I’m here for you, sister. Not matter what..”

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Coming out of shock a bit, Jo rushed over to help push the cabinet, it was large and heavy, so she knew it would be safe to stand on. “Alright, I’m gonna cover the door, you grab the rod.” She replied once it was pushed to the wall. Turning her back to the hunter, Jo’s eyes raked over the rows of dolls and she had to resist the urge to stare- scared if she looked for too long one would begin to move.

As she reloaded her gun, a singsong sort of laugh erupted from behind the door, and it flew open violently crashing into the wall. “Lottie…” she half whispered, her voice becoming raw as the little girl stood in the door, head cocked and a sickening smile playing on her lips. Jo fired the gun, rock salt causing the figure to disperse into the air. Biting her lip hard, Jo whirled around. “Okay, so we get the rope fashioned, and get the hell out of here.”

Shaking her head as though it would clear her thoughts, Jo took a deep breath. “I’m going to…” she paused, her shoulders shaking. “I’m gonna look through the dolls and see if I can find a name written on any of them… Maybe it’ll help us find the bones once we’re out.”

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Charlotte eyes narrowed at the eerie space left by the creepy toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Making a mental note to never walk into a place like this again she turned on the spot and jumped up onto the cabinet in a swift motion. She lifted the pole out of its hooks, and quickly undid the ends so the curtains fell into a heap on the floor. Then with all her strength she jabbed the pole through the window shattering the glass.

“These curtains look like a blind person picked them,” she remarked as jumped down onto them through the cabinet. Picking one up she scrunched up her face in disgust at the layer of dust which coated them. “Just don’t-” she stopped her sentence not wishing to mention the eyes that seemed to bore holes into her back, “you know what I mean.”

Getting to the task at hand she started knotting the curtains together as best she could making sure they don’t break. “I once did his when escaping a guys house, as he refused to let his Christian parents know he had a girlfriend!” Charlotte knew that small talk would keep them both occupied in their current predicament.

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The blonde sat, waiting for her brunette best friend, by the fountain in the town, her make up was quick and not as detailed as it usually would be. Her steel-hues were frantic and paranoid as they scanned the crowds of people before spotting a familiar head of brunette locks, his stature the same as his, yet that face was not Doug’s. She felt insane.

“I’m seeing him everywhere…”

The brunette turned the corner and was greeted by the scene of the fountain with everyone bustling around it going about their day. Her green emerald eyes locked upon the familiar blonde her of her best-friend who seemed to be lost amongst the sea of people that surrounded her. Heading straight towards her ready to give her the warm hug she’d been longing to since she received the text about the break up, her gaze was broken by a man that looked just like the unmentionable ex. With a shrug she walked past the guy and threw her arms around her friend.

“Hello stranger.”

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Lost on the highway to nowhere || Lottie & Open

The hunter lulled her head back against the plush leather headrest letting it gently swing from side to side as she hummed along to the familiar tune. God knows how long she’d been stuck on the boring road stuck in the traffic that must have been sent from Lucifer himself. Deciding that making funny words from licence plates was just a mind dumbly boring as the traffic queue that seemed to stretch into the horizon she took the first exit off. Allowing her foot to push down on the accelerator causing the Mustang to roar into life after it had idled for so long in amongst the call for the dead. Shifting through the gears she let the engine drink up the petrol and the tyres eat the tarmac. About a three quarters of an hour later she pulled into a dinner, and haphazardly locked the door of Dorothy before shuffling into the establishment. The air was thick with the smell of grease, and everything seemed to ooze the stagnant smell of stale coffee. With a thud she sat down into the nearest booth pulling the menu up to her eyes scanning all the fattening delights that were on offer. The jiggling of the bell above the door caused her to turn her head slightly due to the fact she was the only helpless soul in the area. Her eyes followed the figure.

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John simply nodded and said gruff uh-huh, to her explanation of how she knew Dean. She wasn’t fooling the older hunter though. He knew his boy too well. It was highly likely that Lottie and Dean’s acquaintance with one another was far more physical than she was letting on. He didn’t probe the issue though and decided to focus on her next input.

“That would be really helpful yes. Thank you.” He nodded curtly and gave a small smile. He was pleased he was finally making progress after finding a whole lot of nothing in the past few months. Now he knew how Dean felt when he’d skipped town to find yellow-eyes. He sighed and decided to push that thought aside for now though, “You said he was sorting something out.. any idea what that could be?” He was curious to see if Lottie knew anything about a hunters line of work. It was highly likely Dean was on a hunt after all. It made him proud but also solemn to know that the family business was still ongoing all these years after Azazel bit the dust. “I’m only asking because I work in the same business as my sons..” He meant this as a subtle hint. Telling her in a round about way that he was a hunter too and knew all too well about the things that went bump in the night, “..I could be useful if there’s anything Dean and Sam are too busy to pursue.” He might as well fish for jobs while he waited for Dean to finish up. John had really been bitten by the hunting bug after Mary’s death and he wanted to get back on the horse and carry on after his recent resurrection.

Charlotte adjusted herself awkwardly on the barstool, knowing all to well that John probably knew how well she was acquainted they were. A sigh of relief almost escaped her as he didn't probe into how she knew his son, but she managed to hold it back. “I will just text him something small first to make sure he is able to talk,” she spoke pulling her phone out of her pocket. Dean’s contact was the first in her inbox and it only took a few seconds to message a ‘are you free to talk.’ After-all nothing worse than having a long rambling message when you are trying to kill a some creature.

“There’s a problem in the next state,” she spoke carefully unsure if he did know about the things most people believe to be fairy-tales. His next sentence confirmed the suspicions she had about him being a hunter like his sons. Deciding to tell him the full extent of what Dean was up to she lent in close, so her voice was only audible to him. “There is a werewolf terrorizing a small town. It had been all over different newspapers about freaky deaths. Sam contacted Dean about it while I was with him,” she stopped her eyes lowering to the counter again. From how close she was to him she could smell subtle hints of of whiskey and leather, reminding her more of Dean. “I would have joined them but,” she paused trying to banish the memories. “I would cause more harm then good,” she mumbled quietly under her breath. The memories of the attack in the woods flooded back into her and she picked up her fresh glass of wine sipping it trying to put the memoires back in the box they’d broken out from. It took her a few moments to calm herself down again before she spoke, “Dean put me up in a motel room not to far away and told me to wait for him.”

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He smiled as she allowed her story to unfold, enjoying her tale about her little brother. He especially liked how the boy declared he was Poseidon. He inwardly thought about how the real Poseidon would feel about this imitation, but he kept that to himself. His knowledge of the occult was level to make this girl flee, well as far as he knew.

Her response to his name though, that gained a very different reaction. His heart lept and his skin prickled, but he kept his cool on the surface. When she mentioned his son’s by name though, that’s when his pulse really started to pound. What were the chances of Lottie knowing his boys. “I am, yeah. That eldest boy of mine I was referring to, that’s Dean.” He gathered his thoughts and decided to probe her for information. For now his story could wait, he just had to know where his son’s were, “You know them both personally? I haven’t seen them in some time and a point in the right direction would be very helpful” He was being cautious. Chances were she was just a friend. But perhaps she was more. A work associate? Another hunter? Maybe. He’d let Charlotte answer before he jumped to conclusions.

Charlotte’s eyes fell to the mahogany beer stained surface of the bar as she tried to think of an explanation for how she knew Dean. “I'm only acquainted with Dean,” she mumbled. Acquainted was the more delicate way to put what happened in the back of the impala that night between the two, but telling a father that the first time you met his son you ended up in a very compromising position in the back seat of a car- wasn't exactly correct etiquette.

Only having known Dean for a shot while she wasn't sure as to whether she should let him known where he was, but he seemed to care about his sons which reminded her of her father. “I actually was suppose to meet him in a town nearby after he sorted something out,” she lifted her gaze from the counter and looked at the man. Now knowing he was Dean father, she could see small pieces of Dean in him which caused her to smile. “If you want I can text him to see if he is willing to stop here instead?”

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Charlotte smirked at his deal and nodded in agreement, “well where to start!” Lifting the glass to her lips she sipped the last drop of wine. “My younger brother is called Will he is only three years younger but it’s enough that I can laugh at his stupid mistakes. It was at a family get to together some cousins wedding and he was only sixteen but it was all family- so nobody was going to tell him off,” she paused remembering Will in his suit, “well my cousin had pink champagne and he ended up having a lot of glasses bragging about he isn’t a light weight. About an hour later he ended up in a lake behind the venue with water up to his knees declaring he was Poseidon, My older brothers had to drag him out after chasing him for a good half an hour. The rest of his night was spent throwing up in a bathroom.” When said his last name her jaw slackened leaving her mouth open with shock, “Winchester?” The urge to ask the question overcame her common sense and she blurted it out like word vomit. “Are you related to Dean and Sam?”

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Charlotte tilted her head to one side as the man spoke listening politely to his words, when he cut himself of mid sentence she raised an eyebrow. “Well I have no children but I do have funny stories about my younger brother and the first time he discovered what alcohol is,” she laughed lightly under her breath. She wanted to ask the man about his eldest, but he seemed to be defensive therefore she elected not to dig deeper.

The huntress looked at her glass noticing the red vibrant liquid was only enough for one sip. “Sure. Thank you,” she adjusted herself on her bar stool so she was facing him, and held out her delicate hand. “Charlotte Taylor but most call me Lottie.”