➼ Ancient Doesn't Cut It || X GN! Reader (Platonic) || • Supernatural •
Warning(s): Violence, Gore description, Death, Cursing, Innuendo
Word Count: 1,595
"I bet ya I can." I leaned back in my chair inside of the greasy diner. "Easily."
"Ten bucks says you can't," Sam responded with great confidence.
I rolled my eyes. "Low odds, Sammy." I ignored the playful glare he gave me. "Deal."
Upon hearing shuffling from behind me I ended the conversation. As the chair across from me scraped against the ground, I spouted off what was on my computer screen.
"Three missing person cases in Aurora, Colorado in the pass week."
Dean shook his head. "This doesn't sound like one of our types of jobs."
"Doubting me, now are we Winchester?" As he raised his eyebrows I explained further. "Two of the three bodies were found. The bodies were all picked clean. And it seems if the pattern is to continue, then we should have the last body in the next few days. Of course, with the likelihood of more people going missing by then."
"That sounds more like our kind of job."
We were interrupted by the waitress. "Anything else I can get you lot today."
Before Dean could hit on the beautiful woman, I spoke. "Yes, actually. I'd love to know where you got those boots." I gestured to her combat styled boots. "Those look as if they give a very 'badass secret agent' type of vibe to them."
"That is exactly why I got them."
"Well, I'm glad to tell you that it's working." As Dean cleared his throat, I said. "We'll take the bill now though, please."
"I'll be back in a moment then."
As she walked away with the dirty plates, Dean looked at me confused.
"What?" I asked. "I can't compliment someone?"
"You never wear boots like that," Dean said. "You only where the same pair of converse."
"Maybe I want to switch it up a bit."
As the waitress came back she set the bill on the table along with a folded up paper for me. She sent a wink to me as she walked away yet again.
Sam pulled out cash as I opened up the note. "Ooo... I got more than I asked for." I didn't hide my smug smile. "The company who made the shoes and her number."
"What?" Dean's head snapped over to the paper. "Why would she give that to you?"
"What you think you're a better option?"
"Well, yeah."
Standing up, I patted his arm. "Well, sometimes a woman wants someone who actually knows what they're doing."
Leaving with Sam on my tail, it took a few second for Dean to follow. He kept opening and closing his mouth, looking for a good comeback before ultimately giving up.
Sam sighed before handing me ten dollars. "How did you know that would work?"
"Her Black Widow pin. She's the queen of badass special agents after all." I pocketed my newly won cash. "And Dean is far too predictable. It's not a challenge for me to make him speechless anymore."
Dean pushed past us. "Shut up."
By the time we made it to the town another missing persons case was filed and made public. The first stop was to get a look at the bodies. Flashing fake badges, the medical examiner showed us what was left of the two victims. They left the room for a moment.
Looking closely, I spotted scrapes and cuts along the bones. I motioned for Sam and Dean to look as well.
"Sharp, thin and straight cuts that look like they were done with a knife," Sam said.
Dean pointed at the other scrapes. "These ones look like bite marks."
"Something had two meals." Sharing a look with the other two, I sighed. "I'd say this was the work of a Rugaru and a human co-conspirator, most likely his wife. At least I get to play with fire."
Back at the motel I tried to find any connections, specifically people, to the victims while the boys were talking to people around town. Upon finding that they all were employees at the same company, I informed the brothers. After an hour they showed back up, telling me to get in the car.
Sliding into the backseat, Sam filled me in. "There's one employee who hasn't shown up for the past week. No one's seen him or been able to get a hold of him."
Dean interjected, "And get this, he was known for being a pushover there that half his co-workers took advantage of. Including all of our victims."
"Is your husband home?" I asked, trying to catch a glimpse of anything peculiar in the small sight I had into the house.
"So either this is the guy or he's being set up beautifully by a surprisingly smart out of control monster man." I leaned back as they said what his address was. Repeating it in my mind, I pointed it out to the brothers. Getting out of the Impala, we moved as a unit up to the front door. A woman answered out knock. Each of us flashed our fake police badges before asking questions.
The woman noticed. "No. Not at the moment."
He's home.
"Do you know where he is currently?" Dean asked. "Or when he will be back?"
"No, sorry." She was far to eager the end the conversation. "Can you come back later, this is a really back time. I'm really busy."
Before Dean could push the subject further, I said, "We can. Thank you for your time." Once a short distance away from the door I addressed the confused man. "She's obviously lying and she's just gonna continue lying. He's home. And I have to get a look into that house now."
Agreeing, the three of us hopped into the Impala. After a lap around the block to find a hidden, yet close area to park we stopped.
Each of us grabbed a makeshift flamethrower before heading towards the house via the backyard. Easily hopping the fence, we separated to better search the house undetected.
Entering through a jimmied window, I kept my steps as quiet as possible on the hardwood floor. I spotted light leaking from a doorway that appeared to lead to a lower floor.
Perfect, a creepy basement. Why do I do this to my self again?
Not waiting for the brothers, I opened the door a crack. Though I couldn't see anything happened below, I did spot a few drops of blood at the very bottom.
Someone was sloppy with their slicing and dicing.
With each step on the stairs I prayed for them to not creak. That did not work. Angels are dicks. Holding up my flamethrowing I was prepared to burn anything that enters my view. Behind me was not in my view.
Feeling a dull pain resonating on the back of my head I recognized it as the familiar waking up from being knocked out feeling. My hands were bounded by rope behind me around a pillar. Opening my eyes I knew I was further into the basement. The scene around me was not great.
There was a workbench against a wall that was covered in both dried and fresh blood. Small chunks of meat that weren't cleaned up stuck to it. Turning away from the sight, I spotted my flamethrower and backup weapons. They sat in a pile on the floor more than an armlengths away from me. Checking out the rest of the room, I saw blood near two of the other pillars. No one else was tied up to be a victim, but I wasn't alone.
Turning to the wife who had on a bloody apron I began to stall. "So, is there anyway that we could, you know, talk this out and let me go free? I can assure you that I taste horrible so I would just be a waste of your time and energy." Feeling a nail sticking out of the wood pillar, I grabbed it.
The bloodied knife she held and the crazed look in her eyes was unnerving. "You came here to try to kill my husband. He can't help what he's become. This is just us trying to adapt."
"Well, actually if he didn't eat any human meat then he would have stayed a human. It's not easy, but it is possib-"
"Shut up!" She stepped closer with the knife swinging towards me.
I happily followed that instruction, for a moment. "You seem far too willing to do this for your husband."
The wife laughed. "I've thought about killing those assholes from day one of my husband getting that job. They abused him and deserved to pay."
As I opened my mouth, I was stopped as a scream broke out from the next room. I could feel the heat seeping through the walls. I broke free of the ropes. The wife was forced to make a decision: run to her already dead husband or kill me. She took the latter.
After I was sure that she was dead for good, I stood up. Putting down the flamethrower, I looked down at my rather unpleasant sight of a wound. Pulling out the knife, I looked up to see Sam and Dean standing there.
Launching myself forward, I reached for my flamethrower. Turning to burn the human monster I was meet with a slight inconvenience. A knife in my stomach. Looking down at the should be fatal wound, my eyes widened. And while she was too stunned to react, I flicked on the lighter.
"Well, now this is just awkward."
