A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.
My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.
“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.
“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.
“Yep. Just finished actually.”
“Are you up for another case?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll catch you up on everything once you get there.”
“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up. I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?
The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.
“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.
“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.
“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.
“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.
Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.
“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”
Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”
I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”
“None.” Sam shook his head.
I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”
“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.
“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”
“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.
“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.
“Gross.” Dean commented.
I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”
“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.
“A nail to the neck.”
Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.
“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.
“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.
“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.
“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”
Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.
“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”
“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.
I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”
“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.
“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.
I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.
“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”
I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”
“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”
I only shrugged.
“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”
“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.
“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”
“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”
“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.
Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”
Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”
I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”
Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.
I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”
Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.
I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”
“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”
“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.
I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.
“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.
“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.
He nodded, mouth full of food.
I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”
“We?” Dean raised his brow.
“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”
“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.
“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.
“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”
“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.
Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”
Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”
“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.
“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.
They both nodded.
I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”
“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.
I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.