"Elle, I'm literally almost home. I'm gonna shower then head over to yours in no time."

Your face and shoulder clung onto your phone as it was lodged in between. You were practically speeding down the roads with no caution in mind.

Michelle had called you as soon as she knew your shift was over at her favorite diner. It's been two days since you met and it's progressed faster than you have ever experienced.

You realized why you liked the Montgomery girl so much, you never made a true friend before. As a recluse who focused on school and work, making friends outside of those two things never really happened for you.

"Well did you remember to grab the-", she rushed in a panic but you cut her off swiftly, "The steaks for dinner tonight? Yes, I have them in my lap because someone was rushing me to get them and come over. Michelle, if you so much as ask me one more time- these steaks aren't gonna be the only thing I use a mallet on."
She releases a breath.

"Ok fine, I'll see you in a bit." You both say your farewells and end the call.

You allow the phone to drop onto your lap, with it crammed in between your stomach and the steaks.

Despite the slight annoyance the girl brought to you, you still smiled. You had a friend finally. And yea you had friends from work, you spent the night with the girls at the BAU before.
But this was a whole new ball game.

Someone had accepted you, well as much of 'you' that you could share. Michelle didn't need a problem solving environment to learn how to coexist with you and like you.

Of course once you remembered why you even spoke to her in the first place- you felt stupid.

You're on a case and you're worrying over dinners and binge watching a show.

If she found out she'd probably hate you.

Then what?
Find another 'possible' connection to the Winchester brothers?
Like you or Whitmore would get that chance again.

You knew you had to be smart about this, that's why you hid the file and papers throughout the pages of the Hunger Games book that you never read.

But you were enjoying Michelle's company a lot.

Shouldn't you be able to have work and pleasure at once? Or maybe she was just a good distraction from the people you truly missed? Are you coping at all?

You left everything behind, you need to cope.

But is there really any time for that?

You're waiting for the arrival of the Winchesters.

They should be showing up soon. Why aren't they here yet? Mr. Montgomery is getting worse.

What would they even do though? Why is this important?

Loose strands unraveled then tangled into more knots as time went on. Your mind was caught up like it was five seconds, but time was funny for you and your body moved with it.

You had actually gotten home, showered, changed, and walked to the Montgomery's by the time you snapped out of it. Time stands still for your brain but it keeps moving for your body.

This is why you have become ever so fearful of your anxious mind.

"Rough day?" Michelle asks as she opened her door with a smile that faded once she saw the state that you were in.

"What?" Completely unaware that she said something. It only confirmed her suspicions as she dragged you in, took the steaks from you, and waltzed into her kitchen.

You were already comfortable enough in her home to find your way to the couch. You didn't feel up to cooking and whatnot.

You just wanted to go back to the BAU.
You missed Spencer.

Yes you missed all of them, but at times like these, there was only one person that came to mind when you got like this.

Spencer Reid.

Your lip quivered as the emotions set in. You were by yourself in someone else's living room, hearing a great person slave over a kitchen stove, not knowing who you really are or what the fuck you are doing.

You wish someone could give you all the answers.

You wish you were with Spencer.

You wish you never had taken up the offer to have an undercover job.

What are you even doing?

Time seemed to pass you by again. Michelle came in and silently started the next episode after finishing dinner. You knew she started to notice your troublesome vacancy.
She chalked it up to your recent traumas which is not far from the truth.

She never interrupted, or questioned, or even called you out.
It was borderline dangerous for her to allow you to wander through your mindweb.
But she was smart, she used entertainment to catch your attention. She, herself, didn't do much about your problem.

Quietly using your interests to bait you out of it was her true tactic.

But by the time it starts to work, the damage is done and you create new stresses from pre-existing ones.

Your emotions roll through, like it had just floated away, and you start to relax towards her more. Seeming like your characteristic self again.

"Will Jack be home soon?" You clear your throat as it felt hoarse from you clinging onto your last bit of sanity.

"Yea he usually comes in around halfway through the episode, but since I was the only one who cooked... I'd give him about ten minutes as we had just started watching." She shrugs it off as your guilt grows thicker.

"I'm sorry I didn't help." You held back from apologizing earlier just because you didn't want to give her an opening for a conversation you'd rather avoid. But you couldn't let the guilt eat you up inside either.

"It's ok, Heart. I get it- I really do." She places a comforting hand onto your shoulder before letting it drag away from you.

She didn't want to talk about it much either for your sake, you realized that Michelle didn't treat you like a friend.

She was like a sister.

You didn't need an environment that strengthened the connection. Nor any common interests for that matter. You were enough.

It would be enough.

You solemnly nodded but broke her gaze as Jack had shown up, asking about dinner.

He was like a man baby when it came to food. Expectant that it would be done and ready for him;
throwing a tantrum if not.

You both get up and start preparing each plate after entering the kitchen.

"Why are you always here?" Jack's passive aggressive question causes Michelle to whip herself around.

"Jack-" she scolds him in a motherly tone, "Heart is my best friend... be nice. Geez what has gotten into you lately?" She turns to you with an apologetic look.

You couldn't care less really.

Jack puts his hands up in defense and drops it.

"I make sure your wife has good company." You shrug nonchalantly while Michelle hums in agreement.

Only now do you realize that Michelle called you her best friend.
You were truly flattered but a part of you felt sad that she doesn't have that many friends, to the point where you over exceeded everyone else in such short notice.

You all sat down for dinner at the dining table, you sat next to Michelle on her right while Jack was at the head of the table.

He wordlessly started shoveling food into his mouth. Lips starting to smack amongst themselves.

At first you and Michelle paid no mind to it as you both were eating as well. But then he started eating louder and his utensils scraped and scratched at his plate. He finished two of the steaks already and was working on his third.

You watched your friend set her own cutlery down as she rested her elbows upon the table, staring at her husband in confusion.

She nervously played with her hands before willing herself to question him. This caught his eye but he didn't care all that much.

"Jack, are you stoned?" Her voice was filled with concern and slight disappointment.

You silently watched as you kept eating, you only had thirty minutes left 'til you had your shift at the bar.

Jack paused his chewing as he looked at his wife.

"What? It's good. I'm starving." He passes off with his mouth full before almost resuming his actions. He stopped himself in thought.

"Is there- Is there dessert?" He keeps his eyes on her as he continues cutting through his steak.

Michelle takes a deep breath before answering regardless of the fact that she still has no clue on why he's overly eating with no weight gain.

"It just so happens..." she trails off as she gets up from her seat to go retrieve the sweet treat.

Jack grabs the mashed potato bowl and scoops the remains onto his plate before he eyes Michelle's plate.

"Hey babe?"

Michelle hums before turning back around to face him.

"Are you gonna finish your steak?" You widen your eyes in shock, he's definitely getting worse.

Michelle looks down at her plate while a hand rests on the archway frame between the kitchen and dining room.

"You're kidding right? You've had two already." Her gaze shifts onto him as a half smile formed upon her lips. She found this shockingly humorous as her widened eyes matched yours.

"I don't know- I'm just," he sucked some remains off his thumb, "hungry." He then stabs her steak, lifting it over to his plate before smacking it down onto his own.

"Or you have tapeworm." She quips.

"Please- I've never felt better."  He begins to shove more and more food into his mouth again.

Michelle shakes her head astounded by his behavior. You get up and go follow her into the kitchen, washing your plate while she gets a bowl out from the cupboard.

"Hey- I'm gonna head out for work but thanks for dinner. Maybe you can convince him to get checked out or something?"

"He won't listen... I'm sorry you have to see that though." You shake your head in a disregarding manner.

"No it's ok. I don't have a shift tomorrow morning, do you want me to get some coffee then come back here to binge our show?" She sighs happily before nodding.

"Bye, be safe. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Right back at'cha." You give her a reassuring smile before you headed out and got into your truck.

You drove to your secondary work place, clocked in for your shift before tying a waist apron on that said 'Midnight Moon'.

Putting your phone into one of its pockets before making your way behind the bar.

"Hey Brian." You smile at the fifty year old man who sipped onto his whiskey while doing a crossword puzzle.

"Heart- how are you?" He gruffly speaks, sending you a warm smile before jotting down letters.

"I'm alright sir. And you?" You knew he had strange stories about his wife and kids, he told you new ones every night since you started working.

"Today was bat shit crazy. My wife thought she locked herself in her car this mornin'. Her keys were in the trunk but she could still press the damn unlock button. My son, the one that's in medical school, he told me he needed one thousand dollars because he lost a bet with a homeless guy. My other son, the one that is in business, said he finally learned how to play piano. I don't know why that was the first thing he called me for but he's pretty stoked. And finally my daughter said she eloped with an Elvis impersonator. She's on a vacation trip to Vegas. That's why I'm here... with my buddy named whiskey. I can't keep up with my family no more."
He ranted while you wiped down the area.

"Hey at least you got a family, you my friend- I consider to be lucky." You shrug, laughing at each story.

"Yea well you don't got nobody to stress over, I can say the same to you." He sips onto his drink once more.

"Grass is always greener on the other side I guess." He finished his drink.

"Give me another drink and I'll cheers to that." You do as he asked before clinking your sanitizer spray with his glass.

"Alright- I'm gonna tend to others but if you need anything just shout and I'll be right over." You give him a meaningful look.

"Ok dear." You nod at him before moving to a different person.

"Hey Lauren-" you call out to your shift leader, "Lauren?" You get no response so you throw the dirty rag down and trail your way into the back room.

The lights flickered in a weird way and your inner 'FBI agent' started to show. Your face showing bravery as you quickly scanned the area. Only booze on shelves and boxes were in your line of sight.

You quietly moved through the room and turned to see Lauren... and her casual hookup making out.

"Jesus, Lauren. You are supposed to be helping me close up." You rest your hands on your waist as the two break apart with flushed faces and swollen lips.

"Shit... sorry." She wipes her bottom lip with her thumb before showing the man to the nearest exit.

"Give me ten minutes and we'll go back to mine, m'kay?" You roll your eyes before heading back to the bar and finishing your chores.

Now wondering if this was your life, you emptied your hands and dug the palms into your eyes. What are you even doing? Waiting for people, who might not show up, to show up?

You missed Spencer deeply. You needed some random fact thrown at you faster than you could comprehend. You needed that distraction, whether that sadly be Spencer himself or his facts. Reminding yourself of the conversation you had with Michelle at the diner.

Was Spencer just a distraction? You know you care about him. You know that because you couldn't not care about him. But did you just go along with what you thought was right for your life?

You clocked out and tiredly went home. The hot shower didn't ease your stressed mind. Complications would never end for you by simple stress relievers.

Spencer Reid was the closest thing to 'home', and yet he doesn't even feel like it. It hadn't even been a week but it stills feels like you're in a desert waiting for rain.

You soon tire yourself out with your wild mind. You weren't happy with this schedule of going through your mindweb every night, not like it was much of a choice really, but it got you to sleep after letting your brain wander so far off. You're losing track of time so often, only now it would mainly cease with Michelle. She was special like that.

But when would you have to leave her behind too?

The clanking of the gate stopped scaring you as you became used to it after coming over to the Montgomery's so often. You didn't get much sleep last night, but you had two coffees in your hands and a pep in your step. You were excited to see your friend and spend more time with her.

You knocked on the door and Michelle was quick to answer.

"Morning Elle, here's your daily dose of caffeine." She lets you in, shutting the door with a smile before grabbing her hot drink.

"Good morning Heart, thank you- I have breakfast cooking. I'm sure you don't want to go to the diner on your day off." She speaks before following you into her kitchen.

"Speaking of, I won't be able to stay for dinner but I'm willing to go grocery shop with you. I have an hour early shift at Midnight Moon." You place your bag down and push yourself up onto the counter near the stove.

"That's fine with me, once we finish breakfast we can get straight into the show." You nod as she gracefully works her way throughout the kitchen.

You bring up everything that happened during your shift last night as she reacts accordingly to each detail while finishing up her cooking.

"Wait- Lauren was with Steve again?" She questions as she fixes both of your plates.

"No, John Doe for now. He's the new one. He's blonde and has green eyes. He didn't have any tattoos or facial hair... I swear her type is nonexistent." Michelle scoffs at the thought.

"Didn't she have a new guy like yesterday?" You quickly thank her as she hands you your breakfast.

"Yea but I guess he's out of the rotation now. I really don't care what she does, or who she does, but I hate when she takes multiple breaks from working or when she just disappears to do all that. There's a time and a place and the bar is not it... at least when you're working."

Your friend hums in agreement and nods as she eats. You start to eat as well as she starts talking about her time in college.

"You have degrees that you don't use, why don't you have a job?"

"Jack thinks he makes enough on his own to support us, which he does but before you came along- I was bored out of my mind being home all the time."

"You should use your degrees regardless. Jack can't dictate that for you- besides if you worked then you wouldn't be bored and you'd have more than enough money. Not just to support you both but to invest in retirement or go on vacations." You shrug as you soon finish up your plate.

She follows in suit, leading you to her kitchen while you start washing the dishes.

"Yea I guess you're right, it's just hard to bring up stuff like that lately. Jack seems more irritable. I'm sure you notice his behavior recently... if it's not about food then it's no conversation he wants to be in."

You frown as you dry your hands. She leaves to go to the living room as you turn to do so as well.

"Maybe he's just getting stressed from work, I'm sure everything will be ok."

She sighs but leaves the conversation at that as you both start watching your shared show.

Finishing the episode from last night and three more episodes, you finally set off to go grab lunch then go shopping.

"Derek Hale is one of my favorite characters, I swear." Michelle states as she's finding a good song to play in the passenger seat of your truck.

"He's got a messed up family history though, he can not catch a break. He confirms that trauma makes you hilarious, as well as most of the other characters. But that's why his friendship with Stiles is one of the best comedic reliefs there is."

"I totally agree, sucks that almost every character gets traumatized so young." She mumbles before picking a playlist. The music softly plays as background noise while the conversation continues.

"What character do you see me as? Like best fits my personality." She looks to you in anticipation.

"You're a combination of Lydia and Scott. You're talented, bubbly, excitingly out there, and kind beyond belief." You waste no time before delivering a solid answer. She beamingly thanks you before giving you yours.

"Stiles, Derek, and Allison." You widen your eyes, sending her a quick glance before returning them onto the road.

"That's a lot."

"Let me finish... you're sarcastic, in your head a lot, you have this protector vibe to you, and you strive to get better at the things you do. You ask a gazillion times if what you're doing is right when we cook. In reality, there's no right way to cook- it either ends up good or bad but there's a million different ways to cook well." She explained while using her hands to express it properly, just like Spencer. You grin as you try your hardest to not look at her for more than a second.

"Oh yea sure- 'cause I'm just the greatest cook out there." You quip.

"More like borderline terrible-" You gasp before taking one hand off the wheel to gently shove her away from you.

"I'm kidding- I'm just messing with you... you're not bad at all. You're learning from the best after all." She flips her hair in false nonchalance.

"Ok Lydia... you big diva." She laughs along with you as you pull up to a burger joint.

"This is the right place?" You ask her while she excitingly nods and unbuckles her seat belt.

"Ok c'mon-" you say as you turn off the ignition and get out of the car, "I'm starving."

You were both back at her house, watching more Teen Wolf when you hear keys jangle and the front door open.

"Shoot- I lost track of time." Michelle gets up from the couch, pausing the show.

"Is dinner ready?" Jack asks as he walks into the living room eagerly.

"No, I'll help Michelle start cooking but I can't stay for long."

He huffs then walks out and up the stairs.

"Well isn't he just a peach... I see what you mean now." You share a look before walking into the kitchen and prepping everything.

"Oh my god-" you turn to Michelle in confusion, she spilt some ingredients over her white t-shirt, "I have to change now." You huff at the situation.

"Give me your shirt- I'll throw it into the wash. I have to leave right after though." She carefully lifts her shirt over her head before thanking you and finding a spare shirt from the laundry basket in her living room.

You toss the shirt into the washer before grabbing your things.

"I'm heading out." You yell to gain your friend's attention.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow." You hear her as Jack comes barreling down the stairs in front of you. He ignores your presence.

You open the door and turn to the man as he starts walking away.

"Bye to you too, Jack." You exclaim in slight annoyance.

"Hey babe- when's dinner?" He calls out, ignoring you once more while rubbing his hands impatiently.

"Forty-five minutes." You hear his wife answer.

You roll your eyes before walking out. You spot a black classic car, you haven't seen before, parked across the street but you pay no mind to it as you grab your keys and unlock your truck. Hopping in before starting the ignition and allowing yourself to listen to the radio, you drove to your night shift at Midnight Moon.

Something felt seriously off and you had this gut feeling to turn back around. You checked the time and you saw that you still had half an hour to get there.

You quickly U-turn and park where you just were. You leave the keys in ignition, allowing the car to keep running. You hop out of the vehicle and race to the front of the house.

That's when you see Jack scraping raw meat into his mouth through the window.

"For fucks sake-" you run through the gate, up the steps, and open the door.

You reach the room Jack was in and you grab the styrofoam plate away from him.

"Jack what the hell are you doing?" You whisper so Michelle couldn't hear you.

"Give it back." His pupils dilated as he licked his lips full of blood.

"This is starting to get gross, you can't just-" he attempts to grab the plate from you but you slap his hand away, "Jack stop." You say in a more forceful manner.

He slaps you right across the face. You turn back to him with a dangerous look in your eye, you wanted to hurt him.

You toss the food into the trash. He clenches his fists but you break his train of thought.

"Trust me man, you don't want to start with me. If you do any of this again- I will tell Michelle." He takes a step back and turns away from you.

You shake your head before wiping your face from the grime he left behind. You swiftly leave the household and angrily get back into your truck.

You soon speed off to work. Pale knuckles as you tried to make sense of what happened while tightly holding the steering wheel.

You make it just in time for work and started talking to Lauren after clocking in.

"You alright, Heart?" She asks as you aggressively wipe down a table that was just used.

"M'alright Lauren, just long day." You mumble as you exert all your anger onto a damn stain.

"Okay then, hey I'm gonna take a quick break all right?" She asks as she already leaves to go to the back room.

You finish cleaning as you make your way behind the bar, putting away the products before washing your hands.

"Jerry, it's ok... I'll make drinks. Take a break- lord knows Lauren didn't give you one." You say as you start handing out small bowls of peanuts.

"Thanks darling." You curtly nod at him with a forced smile.

"One more whiskey for you, Brian?" You turn to your favorite regular.

"Yes dear, thank you. I can't figure out this last word on my puzzle." You pour him his drink, handing it to him before grabbing the paper.

"Trapping. It's a method of hunting that uses mechanics or devices to capture and hold animals. Not caging, sir." You hand him the paper before wiping down a few clean wet glasses.

"Where'd you learn that?" He asks as he scratches his head.

"An old friend used to ramble on a ton of different facts. Some of them I remember on the top of my head but most I don't 'til I'm reminded. Pretty useful, right?" You smile softly at the man.

He hums before going on about his family stories of the day.

"Your son forgot everything he learned on how to play the piano after he bumped his head at work?" You aim to confirm in utter disbelief.

"Yup, one day of his life was completely forgotten." You shake your head with a smile. Sometimes you think the old man just wants to mess with you and lies about half the stories but the behavior he presents shows you he isn't.

"Thanks for the update- I'll leave you to your papers now." You smile as he goes back to figuring out different words.

You collect money from a customer and watch him leave. He holds the door open and in walks Jack fricking Montgomery.

He takes a seat in front of the bar. Sweat lining his skin as his eyes were dark and sunken in. He changed his clothes but they were clinging onto him due to his consistent sweating.

You move over in front of him.

"Jack what are you doing here-"

"Give me a glass of something dark and strong please... and peanuts." You roll your eyes before giving him what he asked for. He hands you his card and asks for you to keep a tab open.

"Jack, what's wrong?" He chugs his drink before signaling you to pour another.

He eases up once he sees your concern.

"Michelle was slicing up some garlic for dinner. She cut her finger, I freaked at the sight. She said she might need stitches but I raced over here instead. I just ran out." You cross your arms over yourself. You can't believe this guy.

"I'm gonna go call Michelle and make sure she's alright, I don't know what is going on with you but you need to find some way to make it up to her." You scold before walking over to Jerry who just finished his meal.

"Hey Jerry, I'm so sorry to do this but can you take over for a bit? I need to call a friend of mine, apparently she got hurt." Jerry immediately gets up and and ushers you to the back room.

"I got it, go call your friend." He immediately gets to work.

"Thank you so much." You walk further into the backroom, not even spotting Lauren or a boy toy. You pull out your phone and call your friend.

"Michelle? Are you alright?" You ask as soon as she picks up.

"Heart, I'm fine. I just got my stitches done and they finished wrapping my finger. I'll head home soon." You sigh in relief, shoulders slowly descending.

"How'd you know?" You panic. You didn't want to worsen her relationship, but you didn't want to keep lying to her.

"Uh Jack showed up at the bar, told me everything. He looked sick- I thinks he's squeamish at the sight of blood." You say as you pinch the bridge of your nose, preparing for the worst.

"Oh... ok. Hey I'll talk to you tomorrow yea? I'm gonna head home and sleep."

"Yea ok... goodnight." She ended the call and you run your free hand down your face. Putting your phone away before heading back into the main room.

You watch Jack stuff peanuts into his mouth, ask for another drink and for more peanuts. Something was off about him but not in a criminal way... it was just strange.

"Jerry once you're done with that, you can finish your break." He nods.

"My friend is fine by the way." Jerry smiles in relief as Jack looks at you with a sense of panic.

You notice Brian had left already as you went back to finishing up. You kept minding your business, working, and listening to the soft rock that played through the juke box.

"C'mon what are you drinking? It's my treat." You hear a creepy man say as it catches your attention along with Jack's.

The bigger man leaned on the table, too close to a woman in a pretty black dress.

"No, thank you." The woman tries to be polite.

"Oh, don't be like that. Have a drink with me." His smile falls as she turns away in annoyance.

"I'm waiting for someone-"

"Okay... well where is he?" As you were about to intervene, Jack does instead.

"Hey, douche bag-" he grips onto his drink tightly as the two turn and face him. The man gives him a cocky glance whereas the girl looks at Jack with wide eyes, "she doesn't wanna talk to you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." The jerk says with slight aggression in his tone. Jack gets up and starts walking over, and for once you were proud to know him.

"I said... she doesn't wanna talk to you. You fat... sweaty... dick." They stand face to face as you smirk while watching the exchange. Jack Montgomery may be the idiot that smacked you earlier but he was the man you were proud of at this moment.

"Now leave her alone." He says breathless in a menacing manner.

"You uh... seriously wanna do this, guy?"

"You know, I think I really do." The blonde man with a terrible stubble swings his fist at Jack's face, but he surprisingly catches it in time with his own hand.

All of a sudden you hear this loud crunch as Jack squeezes while gritting his teeth. The girl screams as she gets up in horror while the man wails in agony. You see bone break through flesh as blood starts to drip. The girl hides her face from the gory scene as Jack slowly lets go in realization of his actions. He turns and sprints out of the bar quickly. The creep seats himself at a bar stool, heaving and panting as he cradles his right wrist.

"Not like I should, because you're a creep, but I'll call an ambulance. Hey- look at me..." he turns to you with wide eyes, "you fell outside and came in here for help. Any other story you give, I'll call him back up to break your other wrist." He nods in fear as you grab your phone and dial 911.

You sat in your living room with Michelle crying in your arms. She told you about all that happened this morning and you refrained from telling her about his other aggravated actions.

"And what's worse about this all is that... I'm pregnant." You freeze.

"Elle... that is amazing. Does he know?" She shakes her head.

"No, I found out last night at the hospital. You're the first person I told but how will this work? I mean he's acting so weird. He's not the man I married." She wipes a few tears away as you run your fingers through her hair while she pulls away from your arms.

"Maybe if you tell him, he'll snap out of it. Pregnancies are always a good wake up call." You playfully smile at her in hopes that she will laugh. She gives you a wild look before bursting up into laughter. Your smile widens and you felt better knowing that you helped a little.

"This is insane, god- I'm so lucky to have you." You laugh as she gets up from the couch.

"Hey let's go into my backyard and get some fresh air, yea?" She nods as you take her hand and lead her into the bland area. The concrete steps allowed you both to have some height, she faced away from her house, knowing she didn't want to see her husband who was watering the plants at the moment.

She talked to you about getting her stitches done and how it hurt just as she expected. You listened to her but your eyes trailed off into her backyard.

Your eyes widened as you saw two tall men. The Winchesters are here...

You felt like a fan that spots a celebrity in public.

Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish and eyes ready to pop out of their sockets.

This quickly catches the attention of the taller brother, tapping the other and quirking his head in your direction. Hazel and greens eyes take notice of you. Snapping you out of it.

"Hey Michelle, we should head inside yea? Not to interrupt but I forgot something." You rushed- grabbing her by her shoulders and forcing her to quickly move ahead of you into the house.

You shut your door and lock it in.

"What's going on?" She asks as you close your blinds.

"I'm," you needed to think fast... white lie, "I'm on my period and I'm cramping so bad. Funny how you're fertile and my body is hating me for not being such as well. Uhm can you take my truck to go buy Midol please." Her eyes widened before grabbing your keys and rushing out of your home. Her gesture was entirely sweet how she would drop everything to take care of you as well. You hear her drive off as you lock the door taking a deep breath.

You lean your forehead against the door, hoping its lower temperature would calm you.

The Winchesters were more attractive than you expected, to be fair you only have seen the video that was distorted.
No wonder why they get out of many impossible situations.

They are potential criminals- what are you even going on about?

They saw you.

They might ignore your odd behavior... right?

A knock on the door cuts your train of thought off.

How much time has passed? Is Michelle back already?

You open the door while wiping the slight sweat off your forehead. Your eyes flickered upwards to see the brothers standing there. The taller one wearing a gentle smile while the other was smirking as he looked you up and down.

Maybe wearing a loose off the shoulder Metallica t-shirt with nothing underneath and gray sweats was a poor choice.

Your eyes widen as you try to quickly shut the door but the green eyed one smacks his hand against it, just enough to shove a foot in between the closing door.

"Hey- hey- hey, hold on alright we just wanna ask you some questions." The hazel eyes showed sincerity.

"What?" You ask in disbelief.

"I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean." He says before nudging his brother to back off.

You stare at Dean with a quirked brow as he cleared his throat and takes a respective step back.

Opening the door wider, you huff before pressing your back to the door to let the boys in. Dean leads his brother in and they stand, waiting for you to take them further into the house. You lock the door again and head into your living room.

"Take a seat boys- I'm gonna quickly change into something more appropriate." You start to head up to your room as they sat on your couch.

"No need, sweetheart, I don't mind." Dean comments causing you to turn to give him a look.

"Yea well after that comment- I do." You sarcastically smile while Sam tries to fight off a smirk.

"And don't touch anything." You yell as you put a bra on and shove a hoodie over yourself. It was Spencer's that had some science joke on it.

You make your way down the stairs and spot Sam eyeing your bookshelves while Dean drums his thumbs onto his thighs.

"By all means, take a few books if you'd like. I don't read them." You say as their eyes find you.

"Are you sure?" You nod at the tall man.

"Are you Jack's wife?" Dean asks, slight confusion on why you shut him down.

"The day that I marry that guy would be the day I take a shotgun and lodge it under my chin." You roll your eyes while Dean smirks.

"So you're the one that lives here, was the girl that was with you Mrs. Montgomery?" He continues and you nod before sitting on the armrest of a recliner chair.

"Yea I sent her out so she can get away from Jack for a bit. Are you friends with Jack? He never brings friends over." You knew they weren't.

"We actually work with him." Sam licks his lips in awkwardness as he holds three books before sitting down next to his brother.

"What's your name? I forgot to ask earlier." Sam queries as he sets the books down onto your coffee table.

"I'm Heart Hunter." They share a look you couldn't decipher, due to the quickness, before questioning you further.

"Is that a nickname or..." Dean trails off with furrowed eyebrows.

"Heart is my first name. Anyways what did you boys really come here to ask?" You switch the topics as it seems that they don't even know why they're here.

"Have you noticed Jack's odd behavior lately? Specifically his eating habits?" Sam starts.

"Yea... when I first moved here, dude was normal then turned into 'hungry hungry hippo'."

"You sound like my brother." Sam says while Dean smiles at you, you don't return it as you continue.

"He got hungrier and hungrier each day. Then he got aggressive, I was leaving last night for my shift at the Midnight Moon bar, I had a bad feeling so I came back. I found him scarfing down red meat straight from the fridge. I tried to stop him and he hit me, if Michelle wasn't my friend, I would've-"

"Called the police?" Dean impatiently nods in understanding.

"No... I would've hit him right back. Anyways, he showed up at the bar thirty minutes after I did, telling me he got squeamish when he saw Michelle cut her finger trying to make dinner. He was freakishly wallowing in self pity before some douche tries picking up a girl, who was not interested, right next to us. Mr. Tough Guy stepped in and used the other guy's fist as a stick shift and broke his ulna. The bone was clean through his forearm. Jack ran out faster than the flash, leaving his card with me. The other guy had it coming but that was extreme for everyone watching. You hear a crunch, a snap, then screams followed suit." You shrug as you explain. Allowing Morgan's usual confidence to shine through you.

"You don't seem too bothered." Dean mentions.

"I can handle gore, I guess." They both nod.

"Do you think he can resist those urges? Is he generally a nice guy?"

"Look- I've only been here for around a week. As long as I've known him, he couldn't care about anything other than food. Michelle talked about him so highly from when they met 'til a couple days ago, so if that means anything then so be it. But right now, he either needs to see a doctor or he might start showing signs of cannibalism." You express in full honesty. It seemed like these guys truly wanted to help.

Sam sadly nods while Dean's face remained blank as he listened.

"Can you boys be honest with me?" They share yet another look, pensively looking back at you.

"What are the chances that this escalates gruesomely?" The brothers looked shocked at my question.

"We don't know... but we're gonna try to make sure nothing bad happens again." You take in Sam's words. How could you trust that unless you could witness it first hand?

"This is all kinds of screwed up, so all I ask is if you let me help in any way possible." The were about to quickly protest but you were faster.

"No, I'm helping and that's final. Think about it- these are my neighbors, my friend's husband, and you both are unaware of all my skillsets that can be used. If you two plan to stop whatever the hell is going on, you're gonna need my help. One of you looks like you're about ready to kill something and the other looks like he's got something to prove. Which means that something a lot deeper is happening and you boys are hiding things from me. Your body languages give y'all away. So I suggest you start talking or nobody is leaving." It's been all of seven minutes and you profiled them already.

They're gonna figure you out sooner or later.

"He's a Rougarou." Sam budges like you expected.

"Sam-"

"No- she already knows enough, Dean."

"Ok... what's a Rougarou?

"They're normally passed off through a gene. Our buddy, Travis, killed Jack's biological father. Once they eat long pig they turn into something that can't be reversed. I know this sounds crazy, but apparently if this sucker doesn't chow on someone... he can live a totally normal life. I'm not so hellbent on that though." Dean boringly explains, waiting for the 'you're crazy'.

You mull over the words that you never thought you'd hear in your entire life. Serial killers, criminals, crazy people... you could do that. But creatures? And you should laugh at them for sounding insane but their behavior shows that this is the most honest thing they've said to you so far. If they believe it, then technically they wouldn't be lying.

You comb through your hair before taking a deep breath.

"Ok."

"Ok?" They ask in unison.

"Ok." You confirm. "You're not lying, so I'll go through with this, but if you're wrong then I will be the monster you have to worry about." You sternly look at the both of them.

"Worse comes to worst, how do we kill Jack?" The man was annoying but you didn't think he should die. But if he can't fight it off then what? This is all a hypothetical to you for now, but you're playing devil's advocate here.

"Fire. Scorch the leech and he's done." Dean responds while trying to figure you out.

"So knives and guns won't work?" Sam's eyebrows raise in shock as Dean plasters a boyish smile on his face.

"Uh... no." You shake your head in disapproval.

"What do we do now? Keep an eye on him and pray he doesn't munch on man meat?" You could barely believe these guys.

"Right now, yea."

"Ok give me your phone." You turn to Sam.

"Why?" He asks cautiously but hands you the device anyways.

"You're the only one that I'd trust to call me if anything happens." You shrug as you add your number in and save the contact.

You hand Sam his phone back.

"You better call me if anything changes or happens ok? Michelle will be back any minute and I'm sure Jack will want to stay away from the house. You boys better leave now."

You then lead them out of your house, saying formal salutations as well as a firm handshake from each brother. You wipe your hand against your sweats due to the reminder of exchanging pathogens. You watch as they get into the black classic car that you noticed last night.

You should've known.

You close the door and wait only a few minutes before Michelle rushes in ranting about how traffic was bad. She hands you the medicine which you take despite not having terrible cramps. You were on your period but it wasn't that bad... are you shark bait for Jack? You shudder at the unhinged thought. That was not something you wanted to figure out.

"Hey I think I'm gonna rest at home, I'm really tired." Michelle says after ten minutes. You could barely speak to her as you allowed her to leave after a quick hug.

If what the Winchesters said was true, this was the new horror you were terrified of. It all started to sink in as you sat on the couch, racking your brain for answers.

Creatures could be real and all you did was hunt crazy humans, all the unsolved murders and random deaths, how could this be happening?

It hasn't been proven yet but you couldn't help but wonder. What else is out there? If you learn all about it, would you finally know every horror? Are you prepared to find out?

Is it worth it? Finding out supernatural creatures exist, let alone Jack Montgomery being one of them. Or is it just one type and Jack is it. That could technically explain the video footage at the precinct. But that many people being Rougarous- that can't be likely.

What if confirming all this makes you not wanna go back to the BAU?

How would you explain this to Whitmore?

You sat there for a few more hours, not willing yourself to move.

The sound of tires screeching snapped you out of it. How long were you sitting there? It only felt like a few minutes but it was already dark out.

Your phone ringing made your heart stop. Was this it?

"Hello?" You answer without looking at the caller I.D. but you hear sobbing on the other line.

"Heart- I'm so sorry but I'm leaving and I'm not going back. I was foolish. I- oh my god... what is happening?" She screams as you hear her distraught in her voice.

"Michelle- what happened?"

"This old man tied me up and then Jack came home. The guy knocked him out and then... and then..." Pained wails were only heard after that, your heart broke for her. You didn't even care that she left you behind.

"Michelle, talk to me ok?"

"He used chloroform on Jack. Jack didn't wake up until a bit later... for some reason it didn't last long. The man was gonna burn both of us alive, that sick bastard. And Jack just got so angry... so, so angry. I- I think the man said I had a part of it because I'm pregnant-"

"Oh my god..." you realize that the baby will have the same problem as Jack.

"Jack broke the metal cuffs, Heart. Metal cuffs. How could he do that? And then he tackled the man. He rebroke his arm. He snapped a cast and a bone- I think I'm seeing things. Am I going crazy? Oh my god- I can't go home-"

"Michelle-"

"Jack started eating the man... he's a cannibal. Out of all the guys I fell for- he's some kind of freak. His whole face changed. He was so scary. Blood was everywhere and Jack looked deformed and his eyes-"

"Elle-"

"He um released me and I ran- I'm so sorry for leaving you but I can't. I just can't. I sound insane."

"Michelle, I believe you. Whatever you do- please abort the baby."

"What?" She gasps in disbelief.

"It can turn out like him. I'm gonna take care of this, but please get rid of the baby. I'm so sorry. Thank you for being my friend. I've gotta go." You end the call immediately. You grab a can of flammable hairspray and your lighter.

You ran over next door and prayed that the hairspray and lighter thing worked like how it did in the movies.

You ran around and entered the back door. Silently moving through the house as you heard a conversation being yelled throughout the house.

"But not if you don't calm down-" You hear Jack as you made your way closer. Spotting him looking between a passed out Dean on the coffee table and the locked closet near the front door. The idiots didn't call you and look where they ended up.

The house was dark as you hid yourself behind the wall, barely peeking out to watch. You had to wait for the right time.

"Alright, Jack. Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?" Jack scoffs.

"We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session."

"Jack- please."

"I don't think so. After what you did?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You sent your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive-" Jack gritted through his bloody teeth.

"What? Why?" Jack paused. He knew... he just didn't want someone to kill his wife and child.

"He didn't say. I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."

"Listen to me. You got to believe me." Jack soon gets distracted as he crawls closer to Dean. You gotta do something now or never. You quietly move around the house you have grown so accustomed to.

"My brother and I, we never would have hurt her, okay?"

You hear Jack mumble something as you get closer to the closet door but remaining closer to the wall that had the opening to the living room.

"Jack don't do this.'

"I can't ever see my family again. You two... your friend- you made me into this."

You calmed your breathing down to slow your heart rate. You could tell each time he had talked he had looked at the closet door depending on how his voice reverberated amongst the area.

"No one's making you kill us. Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster." Sam's words sunk into your soul. He's right. But now isn't the time to have a self discovery.

"Have you seen me lately?" Jack scoffs.

"It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice." A moment passes and you peak around to see Jack focused solely on an unconscious Dean. He groans in hunger and you wait one more second.

It only matters what you do.

You flick on your lighter with your hands ready to spray  the can. Dean starts to stir slightly.

"Hey neighbor-" Jack turns to you quickly with hunger in his crazy eyes, "dude you got ugly." You press the can down as he got up to make his way towards you. The door behind you opens and Dean awakens as both brothers watch you burn Jack to a crisp. His screams of agony only continue as Sam sprays more fire alongside you with a small gas can. The heat makes your eyes water.

Jack falls to his knees and he collapses completely. He finally stops moving or making any noises.

"That's for making my best friend ditch me, you dumbass." You mumble as you watched him burn.

"You ladies alright?" You ask after a moment before grabbing a blanket to put out the fire from Jack's charred body.

"Heart... how did you-" Dean begins.

"Michelle called me. She told me everything. She's pregnant by the way... I told her to abort the baby. Which sounds like an asshole move on my part but knowing what I know now- I hope she listens. You boys should've called me." You say as you try to clean up the place.

"Yea... I'm sorry. We didn't want to drag you into this mess."

"I know, help me clean this up so we can get out of here." Nodding before they expertly help you.

You all leave and walk over to your place. You clean their cuts and wounds.

"Alright now talk."

"We're hunters. We track down supernatural creatures and kill them..." They both tell you all the need to know things, for now, as they watch you pack.

"What are you doing?" Dean questions as he holds an ice pack to his head.

"Oh I'm coming with."

"Absolutely not."

"Dean... I have no life here anymore. I work as a waitress and a bartender. The only people I truly cared about here are the Montgomery's, well only Michelle really. And she's long gone now. Please- I can help. I saved your asses. You were almost Jack's dessert... and not in a sexy way." You grimace at the thought.

"Don't you have a family?"

"I'm an only child and the rest of my family is dead. Do you need me to make you guys a powerpoint?" You quirk a brow at them.

"It might help-"

"That's not necessary-"

They share a look.

"Heart, bottom line is we barely know you."

"Then get to know me. I want to do this- why would I stay here when I have every reason to leave. Let me make a difference. I want to do something that means something. If this doesn't work out then I'll leave you boys alone."

"Son of a bitch-" Dean exhales as his brother gave him a look.

Sam wordlessly picks up your carry on suitcase and you collect any remaining items of yours before leaving the house completely as it was when you first arrived. Minus the three books you let Sam steal. 

They walk out and you lock the door. The chilly wind blew as you took one last look at the two houses. Many memories in such little time that you were leaving behind... again.

Sam puts your bag in the trunk as well as the gas cans. Dean held the backseat door open for you with a sarcastic smile.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You quip.

"Get some sleep, Heart. We got a long drive ahead of us." He says and you happily agree.

You buckle up and cross your arms, leaning your head against the window. You had so many questions. You knew they hunted creatures and they're always on the road. They look for cases, have bigger issues at hand, and can't tell you 'til they find out if you're good company. But right now- you were one step closer to answering your internal crises.

And that was enough to ease your mind to sleep.

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