Angel
Based on this imagine
Word count: 857
A/N: So I’ve decided to do multiple parts for this since I really like this story idea. It may not be great but I tried. Anyway, this is part of the before story, I should have the next part up either tomorrow or the next day hopefully. Thanks for reading, hope you like it!
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The hunt had started out simple enough, bodies piling up around town completely drained of blood and a few missing people. The nest of bloodsuckers was easy enough to find and easier still to take out. You were in and out in three days. However, when you picked up the paper on the third morning, the headlines shouted of three more murders the night before. Obviously you’d missed some. Or maybe there was another nest near by and you’d just knocked out their competition. Either way, you had to find the rest of the vamps before anyone else gets added to the menu.
By the next morning, two more people had been killed and you were no closer to finding anymore vamps. So far, there was a total of 11 people dead and one in the hospital. You were not going to let these monsters get away with that, so you did what any sensible person would do. You called for backup. Sam and Dean were more than happy to assist in ganking these bastards and were in town within two hours. The three of you went over every detail of the case so many times you could recite it in your sleep. Sam mapped out a few possible nest locations but when it came time to check them out that night, each one ended up a bust. The ride back to the motel was completely silent, each of you fruitlessly hoping no one else would die tonight.
None of you had gotten any sleep that night, choosing instead to stay up researching where the hell these goddamn vamps could be hiding. By noon, tensions were high and no one really wanted to see how many bodies they had found.
“Alright, we need fuel. I’m going on a food run,” Dean said as he grabbed his keys and walked out.
“Get me a burger,” you called after him. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower. Be back in 20,” you told Sam before going to your own motel room. As soon as you were inside, you knew something was off. You glanced around the room and froze. Sitting right in the middle of your bed, with bloodied white rose petals scattered around them, were a pair of human hearts sewn together. Immediately pulling your gun from the waistband of your jeans, you quietly crept around the room, glancing again at the hearts on the bed. You checked the closet, bathroom, and underneath the bed before deciding it was all clear. Taking a closer look at the bed, you shuddered slightly. It looked as though someone flung around a paintbrush dipped in red, giving the white petals a splattered look.
“I really need a shower now,” you mumbled to yourself, grabbing some clothes from your bag and making your way back to the boys’ room, grumbling and stomping the entire way.
Sam jumped as you slammed the door behind you. It had only been about five minutes since you left. What were you doing back so soon? And why did you seem pissed beyond belief?
“I’m using your shower. Someone decided to leave me a nice present,” you snapped, tossing your room key at him. Just as you were grabbing a couple towels, Dean rushed in saying he got news on the case. Great, you thought bitterly. You were getting to the end of your rope with this case.
“So I was talking to one of the cops, they say when doing the autopsy on the last two bodies they found they were both missing their hearts. And get this, neither one of ‘em had any incisions but they did have some wing tattoos they didn’t have before. Dude, I don’t think we’re dealing with vamps anymore,” Dean stated. Your blood ran cold. No, you weren’t dealing with vamps. The hearts missing from the bodies, sewn together and placed on your bed honeymoon style, the wing tattoos left where the hearts should be. You knew exactly what and who was doing this, and boy you wished you didn’t.
Ignoring the rest of the conversation, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contact list, which consisted mostly of other hunters. You came to a stop at his name. It had been years since you last spoke, and it wasn’t the best of partings, but you still kept his number not even sure if it was his anymore. Quietly excusing yourself, you slipped outside and hit call. With each ring you became more and more aggravated. He was teasing you, baiting you, and using innocent people to do it! How dare he! However, the straw that broke this camel’s back was his voicemail.
“Hey there, angel. I was hoping you’d call. How’d you like your present? I figured your home coming deserved something..heart-warming,” he laughed at his own stupid joke. “Anyway, I’ll see you for dinner at eight o’clock this evening,” he proceeded to give you his address and instructions on what to wear. You were going see him alright, and you were going to kill the witch no matter how much it killed you to do it.