“In the end we do what we have to do you know saving people hunting things the family business. Your basically heroes in my books.” Charlie said into the speaker. Truth be told Sam and Dean are real heroes, not like the heroes in comic books like Wonder Woman real heroes who saved people from monsters. She knew that too be true after all they saved her from her Ex boss who happened to be a monster, that probably would have eaten her. A rather terrible thing might you ask the young ginger, who would have thought about killing monsters for a living.
“That definitely sounds like a headache in itself, especially the noise’s. Can’t they not use voodoo doll’s, at least you dealt with and saved someone.” She didn’t really like the sound of that all, a shiver when the down the gingers spine not that Dean could see it though. The young hunter wasn’t the biggest fan of witches at all, she knew Dean hated them from reading the books about Sam and Dean. Even though she liked reading them she vowed to herself to never read those books ever again. The fan fiction was kinda of interesting though, she wondered if she was apart of the fan fictions.
Charlie finally poured her cup of coffee and made it exactly how she liked it, a little bit of cream and no sugar at all.
“I got beer, whiskey and some junk food. Red licorice, and some chips. I usually get the munchies while researching.”
She almost always liked to have a little bit of alcohol on herself almost all the time, you never know when you want some or junk food. Sometimes she craved junk food every so often, plus she had a sweet tooth most of the time.
“Roger that I don’t think we’re very far from each other, we’re in the same state right now.”
Dean cleared his throat slightly at Charlie’s praise. He didn’t like being called a “hero”, because most of the times he didn’t feel like one. He and Sam had saved a lot of lives, that was undeniable, but they had condemned many too, because of the mistakes and the bad choices they had made. For how the older Winchester saw it, no matter how many times they could have saved the world, it would have never completely made up for the ones they had got killed, more or less accidentally.
“Ah, I told you that those books aren’t that reliable, didn’t I? The guy who wrote them had a very odd writing style and...really. It makes some things sound more dramatic than they are,” he grumbled under his breath, fishing the old pancakes from the fridge. Sam hadn’t got around to throw them away yet, it seemed. Good. “And there’s a lot of other people, of other hunters...They do almost everything Sammy and I do. So...We aren’t that special. Just a pair of guys trying to do their best. Let’s not give us big titles and crap like that, alright?”
Damn whoever had decided to put Chuck’s books online. Till there had been just paper copies, he could have hoped to manage to find them all and burn them, but now that the internet had got its clutches on the damned series, his crusade was doomed.
“Ah, the day witches will no longer be a thing, I’ll be ecstatic,” he added then with a heavy sigh, setting down his breakfast on the table and heading to get more coffee. Now, that would have been a great world. “But that’s not gonna happen any time soon. Plus, I hate to say it, but some of them do have their uses. There are some entities and monsters...It would be hard to defeat them without magic. We know the basics, but some spells just require a bit more of...a special kind of expertise, if you get what I mean.”
He and Sam had been forced to seek out some unorthodox consultant for a few cases and, while Dean wasn’t proud of it, it had been for the greater good. Just as they had had no other choice if not making deals with demons or teaming up with them in some occasions.
“I wish there were like...good witches? I could live with those. But it really seems that being a witch means being an evil pain in everyone’s asses. The two things go necessarily together.”
Wistful thinking. Because finding some magic user that was on their side would have made things too easy, wouldn’t it?
“Sounds like you got everything we need !” He commented then, in a more cheerful tone. For once it would have been good to be able to go on a hunt and eat whatever he pleased, without Sam making comments or sitting in front of him with nothing but some sad chicken salad. He had agreed to respect his brother’s culinary choices, but that didn’t mean that he had to like them.
“If you’re in Kansas, than that’s right. Good to know. Less driving for me to do.” Which would have been good after his last, endless trip. As much as he loved taking Baby for a spin, driving around could get tiring. “Alright, send me the stuff and I’ll see you in a few hours.”
