Monster In the Basement

Clicking the red button on Bobby's phone screen, ending the call she was just on with Sam, (y/n) places the device into her coat pocket. With a sigh, she slowly makes her way back downstairs, nose invaded by the pungent smell of the Leviathan's black blood hanging in the air like a fog. Her (e/c) eyes meet Bobby's as he readies one of his shotguns, dark metal glinting beneath the pale spot light overhead

"Boys got found out at a gas n' sip-" (y/n) updates Bobby on the situation, knowing how anxious he must be feeling ,"-but they were able to make it to Franks okay"

"Idjits" Bobby sighs under his breath, finishing up the last touches on his weapon. (y/n) glances over to Chet, still chained up in his chair and smiling like a maniac

"Anything?" She asks Bobby, only to receive a shake of the head. Taking a seat behind the desk cluttered with various weaponry, (y/n) watches silently as Bobby takes a stand in front of Chet, raising his shotgun. Aiming straight at the monster's chest, the hunter shoots. A thundering bag echoes throughout the concrete room, ammunition bursting through the Leviathans chest with ease

"Whoo!" Chet screams out in joy, resembling a junky who just got another hit ,"Do it again! Come on, do it again!"

Bobby, somewhat defeated, tosses the gun to the side. (y/n) offers him a reassuring smile, understanding the frustration he's going through. Chet giggles maniacally, wiggling in his thick chains

"So you're just gonna touch me in the morning, then just walk away?"

"Are you still talkin'?" Bobby huffs out angrily, only further amusing the bound creature behind him

"Aren't you sick of this yet?"

"Bobby-" (y/n) tries to keep the attention off of Chet, knowing his only goal is to drive them insane ,"-he bleeds. It's a gross black snot, sure, but if he bleeds...that means he can die. We just have to keep trying"

"Yeah, sure-" Chet chuckles sarcastically, glaring at the girl in front of him ,"-whatever you say, bitch"

It's as if something snapped in (y/n), anger finally boiling over after spending hours trying to suppress it. Striding over, she yanks a stool out and plops herself down in front of him, eyes glowing a faint orange as she stares into his smirking face. Bobby has to keep himself from dragging her away from him, becoming fairly protective over her after these past few months.

"What's your problem with me, man?" She asks through a bitter smile, as if challenging him ,"You've had it out for me the second I walked down those steps."

"What are you, a therapist?"

"I'm curious"

"You hear that? The little pest is curious!" He talks directly to Bobby, as if she weren't even there. She chuckles lightly, body past the point of destructive anger and instead moving towards the dangerously calm side of the spectrum

"It's because you guys' think you're at the top of the food chain, isn't it?"

"Think? Vermin, we know we're at the top"

"Then where do humans lie? Where do I lie?" She asks, leaning forward until she's resting her elbows on her knees. Chet smirks, somewhat enjoying the conversation

"Humans are on the bottom. Fat and juicy happy meals with legs..." he leans forwards through his chains, meeting her halfway until they are dangerously close to each other ,"You, however, aren't even on the chart."

"That won't be the case for long"

"And what makes you so confident?" He challenges through a sickeningly sweet smile

"Because, like you, I can't die-" She lowers her voice to a whisper, orange eyes glowing brighter as she tries to control the growing hatred she felt for him ,"-so, no matter how long it takes, I will be the one who helps send you sorry sons of bitches back to the shithole you crawled out of."

"You think you won't be coming with us?"

"I know I won't-" She mocks him through a malicious smile, standing up from her seat ,"-send a postcard when you get there, okay, bud?"

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Sitting across from Bobby at the small kitchen island, sharing a quick beer with the older hunter before they head back downstairs to continue their experimentation, (y/n) smiles at the way Bobby chats to her about the boys. His voice was laced with annoyance and frustration, petty insults thrown in about how stupid they where for sticking their necks out like this. She knew that he was just worried about them, wanting to be the protective dad he always was, but she figured he'd entertain him. Suddenly, a faint knock on the front door echoes throughout the home.

"I thought nobody knew we're here..." (y/n) comments, watching as Bobby slowly grabs his gun beside him, body moving towards the dark wood stained door

"They shouldn't"

Cocking his gun and holding it close to his chest, the man creeps forward until he's standing just in front of the entrance. (y/n) watches anxiously as he peers through the small peephole he had carved out a few days before. There's a long silence before he speaks again, quietly uncocking his gun and shoving it into the back of his pants.

"Bobby, who is it?" (y/n) asks impatiently, watching him curiously as he seems to try and fix his slightly disheveled appearance. Reaching out, Bobby finally swings open the front door, revealing a brown haired woman standing on their step. It's then that everything clicks. This must have been the woman he saved at the hospital, the one Dean teases Bobby about often.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bobby asks somewhat harshly, still not very good at the whole 'social interaction' thing. (y/n), rolling her eyes, is quick to stand up onto her feet and rush over to try and save him. She playfully smacks the hunters arm

"Real charmful, Bobby" She teases him lightly before turning to kindly greet the woman ,"Hi! You must be Sheriff Mills, right?"

"Just 'Jody' is fine, hun." She extends a friendly hand for her to take, a beautiful smile spreading across her face

"Jody, what a pretty name for such a pretty lady...Don't you think so, Bobby?"

"What? O-oh, uh, yeah, I-I guess..."

Jody and (y/n) laugh lightly at his flustered form, light eyes trying to avoid their playful gazes.

"Why don't you come inside?" (y/n) motions for Jody to follow after her, but it abruptly stopped by Bobby

"Are you sure that's a good idea, (y/n)?" He asks through a whisper, Jody still able to hear him and rolling her eyes at his secretive ways ,"In case you forgot, we have one of the big mouths chained down in the basement."

"So, she just won't go into the basement" (y/n) shrugs, continuing to lead Jody over to the kitchen table.

"I like you!" Jody laughs, placing a few items she brought onto the island in the kitchen ,"What did you say your name was?"

"(y/n) (l/d)"

"(y/n), well, it's nice to meet you" Jody replies kindly.

"I'm sorry, but why are you here, Jody?" Bobby asks from the side, body leaning against the counter as he crosses his arms. Jody smiles, shoving her hands in her pockets

"I wanted to come thank you-" She replies, voice gentle as she says this. Bobby seems confused at her statement though, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares at the woman

"Thank me?"

"Well, yeah...seeing as they were fresh out of 'thanks for saving me from liver-eating surgeon' cards at the store."

"Oh, that. Just doing my job...which nobody pays me for."

"Right...." Jody tilts her head to the side, letting out a light sigh before continuing ,"How you doing, Bobby?"

"I'm fine. Every day is a gift" Bobby answers quickly, just like he always does when the inevitable question pops up. (y/n) sighs lightly to herself, knowing the older hunter could never admit to his true feelings, maybe even believing he didn't deserve to have them in the first place. Jody seems to feel the same way, sensing the bullshit the second it comes out of his mouth

"Your house just burned down."

"As you can see, I got a roof over me-"

"Bobby!" Jody is quick to interrupt him, chuckling lightly in frustration ,"Let someone be nice to you for five minutes?"

"Fine...But not too nice...can't be goin' soft"

"'Course not"

Smiling to herself, (y/n) finds her body gravitating towards the rickety steps to the basement. Bobby needed this. Some alone time with a woman who was kind, but knew when to put the old grump in his place. Grabbing the bottle of dark colored soda, popping the metal cap off and tossing it in the bin, (y/n) announces her departure from the pair before heading down. Making her way into the musty basement, she finds her gaze widening slightly upon seeing Chet's decapitated head back onto its body, tar like substance pouring from the fused flesh the machete slices through only an hour ago. He smirks

"You guys thought it would be that easy?"

"No-" she sighs lightly, a bitter smile crossing her lips before she grasps the machete in her fingers ,"-but it's a damn good start"

(e/c) eyes fading into a deep orange glow, (y/n) covers the blade's surface in slick fuel, before blowing out a white hot flame from her soft lips. The silver surface ignites beautifully, illuminating the dimly lit basement in it's warm glow as she holds it up. Swinging the blade back as if she were going to strike a homerun, Chet chuckles darkly

"You really think that'll kill me, Vermin?"

"No, I don't-" (y/n) shrugs, a smile filled with venom as she continues ,"-I just know it'll annoy the shit out of you"

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"Chopping the bastards heads off won't kill them, but it'll slow 'em down-" (y/n) pauses, using the back of her hand to wipe away at the splatter of black blood across her forehead ,"-that is, until they manage to fuse back up again..."

"Well, that's something, I guess-" Sam's voice sizzles over the phone as he speaks, a light chuckle passing his lips as he continues ,"-I mean, assuming we can even get close to them."

"Yeah, no, we're going to have to use that as a 'last resort' type deal. I'm still experimenting right now, trying to find something we can use to shoot at 'em."

"Hey, why are you the one experimenting?" Dean asks suddenly. (y/n) finds herself smiling lightly, glancing up the staircase she was leaning on to listen to Bobby and Jody for a moment

"Bobby's taking a break"

"Bobby doesn't take breaks"

"Not unless there's a pretty Sheriff in town" (y/n) playfully replies, finding herself feeling more comfortable without the Leviathan talking her ear off.

"Bobby has a chick over?" Dean asks in disbelief, Sam laughing quietly to himself

"Jody stopped by to thank him for the hospital thing-" (y/n) explains through a smile ,"-she insisted on hanging out for a bit to repay him"

"'Repay him'?" Dean echoes, (y/n) rolling her eyes at the suggestive tone in his voice

"Not like that, dumbo, she's just cooking food and cleaning up around the house"

"Well, that's good-" Dean sighs lightly before continuing ,"-just make sure the old grump isn't slacking off too much. Don't want our favorite little bird to overwork herself"

"I hate you"

"Sure you do, princess"

"Anyways!-" (y/n) scoffs, chuckling lightly before trying to change the subject to something more serious ,"-where are you guys heading now?"

"St.Louis-" Sam is thankfully the one who answers ,"-that's where Dean and I-"

"It's too late, Sam-" (y/n) sighs, leaning her head back into the wall as she recalls the news story she just listened to ,"-they hit St.Louis, completely massacred a diner there"

"Connor's diner?" Dean's voice almost comes out desperate

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess..." (y/n) can hear the dejected tone in his voice as he answers, understanding that that place must had been special to him

"All right, so much for that..." Sam sighs tiredly, (y/n) listening as the crinkle of his map sizzles through the device against her ear ,"I guess we're off to Ankeny, Iowa."

"Sounds good...be safe, alright?" Her voice comes out more fragile than she meant, her concern for them evident behind her mask. As much as it surprised her, (y/n) knew that she truly cared for these hunters. She would even consider them her family now after all they've been through together. She couldn't help but worry that it would disappear soon, as if it were all some dream. (y/n) hears the boys chuckle lightly through the phone, finding her sentiment endearing

"We will, Tweety, catch you later"

"See you later, (y/n)"

She smiles at the kindness in their voices

"See you later, boys"