Witches and Hunters and Angels, Oh My!
Pippin and Emmy were leaning against the Stingray with the biggest grins ever when the Impala pulled up. Dean wouldn't even look at them when he got out, with Sam and Cas in tow. At the moment this was nothing but reconnaissance, a check up to see if they could get information out of any of the locals in the town and look up some reports about the victims. It was time for Pip's Forensics and Em's toxicology to finally pay off. That had been some expensive college books and equipment.Besides taking on a demon or a witch would take time and effort and they wanted to be sure they could handle it without getting themselves killed first. Pippin's smirk just grew as Dean continued to give her the cold shoulder."What's wrong Dean?" She asked, mischief sparkling in her dark green eyes as she pushed open the door to the restaurant. Dean shot her an ugly look before he pushed past her through the door she held open for the others. Emmy broke into laughter as he mumbled something before she responded.
“I don’t see how we could cheat Dean.” She smiled and Pippin watched closely as Dean’s expression softened for a moment. It was gone in the blink of an eye and before either woman knew it he was flirting with the waitress assigned to take them to their seat so they could discuss their next plan of action. Emmy’s smile fell slightly and she looked unhappy as she watched Dean and the waitress, the waitress leaned in, trying to be seductive, and Dean chuckled at whatever she said. Em turned to Sam furiously and engaged the younger brother in a conversation about the case and a whole lot of other important information that Pip should have been listening too but definitely wasn’t. By the time they had finally sat down in their booth Sam and Pippin had already corralled the two hunters so they had to sit next to each other. No need for Emmy to be pissed at Dean for no reason when Pip was plenty pissed for the both of them. Unfortunately that left Pip with no choice but to sit next to Castiel and she felt her face heat up just a bit while she nearly squirmed in her seat uncomfortably. Calm down Pip. She thought firmly, talking to herself in her head. It’s just Castiel. It's not like he's gonna smite you or anything."
“Pippin!” Emmy called out as she snapped her fingers in front of the spaced out hunter and Pip was jerked back into reality where she realized that everybody was staring at her in concern. She was tempted to kick Dean in the shins and blame it in a sudden muscle spasm but she couldn't pull it off successfully...yet.
“Yeah Em?” She asked tiredly and Emmy huffed, a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips at her friend but it wasn’t enough to dispel the worried look on her face. Great now Emmy was pulling bitch face no. 3.
“Sam was just saying that we should go in and check the most recent victims. Find out if they're related somehow.” She explained quickly as she held her mug of coffee in her hands, letting the warmth seep into them as she took a sip of the blessed nirvana. Pip nodded as she let the information sink in for a moment. Jesus it was still too early for Dean's smug bullshit and- Pippin's head jerked up and she kicked him as hard as she could in the leg, nearly missing his nuts. He hissed and Pippin smiled innocently.
"Oh I'm soooo sorry Dean. Muscle spasms you know." She said innocently as she turned her head back to Emmy.
“So we go in as FBI?” She asked and Emmy simply nodded.
“Yep, unless you think you need to go do some research with Sam and Cas.” He responded and Pippin’s head whipped up, eyes narrowing at the oldest Winchester as his words took a moment to process in her brain.
“Are you telling me I can't handle a little blood Winchester?” She asked with a narrowing suspicion. Sam, Cas, and Emmy looked back and forth between the two oldest hunters of their mixed group and Dean just continued to smirk.
“You just look like you might get sick suddenly. I’m certainly not calling you fragile.” He answered, putting heavy emphasis on the word, and Pippin abruptly stood up, startling Emmy and Sam. She leaned over the table separating her from Dean, her palms flat against the tabletop as glared in his direction, her temper flaring up.
“Dean Winchester I can and will kick your cursed little ass if you are implying what I think you are.” Pip threatened as Emmy rolled her eyes at the sudden show of aggression from her closest friend.
"Can we not have a pissing contest right now?" Emmy mumbled under her breath, uncomfortable with all the stares from other diners the group was attracting.
Castiel rested a hand on Pippin’s shoulder and she slowly sat back down, the appendage weighing heavily on her shoulder with unspoken words. Dean, however, wasn’t done being an instigator. He had it out for Pippin ever since they had first met and it had only gotten worse with every moment Pip and Emmy got closer to becoming part of Team Freewill. Emmy took that moment to stomp on Dean's foot as hard as she could without drawing attention to it.
“Leave it be Dean.” She whispered as Cas worked on calming down Pippin enough so she wouldn’t feel the need to kill his closest friend.
Pippin hadn't said a word til they arrived at the morgue, her anger supercharging the air around her. Emmy practically fled the Stingray once they had parked and they swiftly gained access to the victims with a flash of fake badges and an angry glare from a super pissed Pippin. Emmy and Pippin had changed into their FBI attire. Pippin had a typical suit while Emmy had a suit and pencil skirt. They had needed some variety in their outfits and Em was the only one talented enough to fight in one. Pippin would have tripped over something and killed herself. It was not exactly what they were expecting. As they each opened the drawers and pulled back the white sheets it was clear that whoever had been doing this had no imagination. Pippin snorted in disgust and disappointment as she gazed at the wannabe popular girl. Emmy looked between all their victims before piecing something together Pip had over looked.
"Pip-Pip..." She started in a serious tone of voice, causing Pippin to look up from examining the woman's cut throat.
"Yeah Bubbles?"
"D-Did you notice something strange about all the homicide victims?" Em asked as her voice shook with uncertainty and was that fear? That caught Pippin's attention immediately and she shook her head no, tensing up.
"They all look vaguely like you." She motioned and her friend frowned, something familiar flashing in her eyes at the newest bit of information. Emmy wasn't lying either. In hair color and body type they with ought a doubt resembled her despite obvious differences. Pippin felt the knot in her stomach return and before she knew it she had her hand hovering over the woman's left cheek. The grace easily revealed a wound that was practically etched into the woman's face. A delicate rose with a very prominent 'V' crossing over it emerged before Pippin violently jerked away at the sight, the wound fading as the grace was retracted away from it. Emmy could only watch in confusion and shock as Pippin paled past being okay and she knocked tools and equipment over with a loud clatter as Dean, Sam, and Cas walked in. Pippin was hyperventilating heavily as she stared in absoulte horror and fear at where the wound had appeared, mumbling incoherently.
"I...I think I'm going to be sick!" She cried before she lunged away from the metal table that had been her anchor and stumbled towards the nearest bathroom, brushing past Dean during her mad scramble.
"What just happened and how did I miss it?" Dean demanded as he pouted slightly, unhappy that he missed out on totally calling it. Emmy followed Pip with a worried gaze til she was out of sight before speaking.
"I-I don't know. There was this wound on one of the girls. She used her grace to remove the glamour and there was a rose with a large 'V' over it carved into the chick's cheek." Emmy explained as Castiel walked over to another and proceeded to do what Pippin had done only moments ago. The glamour was stripped away and the symbol was also carved into her cheek on the same side. In fact all of them had the same thing.
"Whoever they are they're targeting Pippin." Castiel confirmed.
Pippin leaned over the toilet bowl as she panted from emptying her stomachs contents. There were very few things in this world that truly terrified her and the owner of that symbol was one of them. She was obviously being targeted and now? Now she was royally screwed. She cleaned herself up and stumbled back out to meet up with the others. She didn't have an explanation for what her brain decided to force her mouth to say next.
“I'm leaving. Guys I'm just painting a target on all of our backs.” Pip suddenly stated, trying to keep her voice monotone and failing. Pippin’s posture changed as she tensed up, her Grace flaring out a bit at the statement. All at once the atmosphere was swamped by thick emotions of rage, irritation, and melancholy.
"You can't be seriously think of running away?" Dean demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest, confronting the terrified hunter.
“Take your opinion Dean and shove it firmly up your-” Pip began before Emmy’s hand flew to cover her mouth. They did not need another scene like this morning. Dean leveled a glare at Pippin, the dark look made Emmy’s skin crawl and she slowly dropped her hand from Pip’s mouth, taking a few stumbling steps back towards the safety of Sam and Castiel.
“You're having a damn temper tantrum because your friend decided to show up and now you're running away.” He snapped back quickly and Pippin’s nails dug into the palms of her hands as she struggled to control her temper. Her patience with Dean was at an all time low. the muscles in Castiel’s jaw tightened as he listened to the arguing of the two oldest hunters. Someone was going to get hurt this time.
“Fine. I'm running and I'm doing it because I don't have a choice! Now why don’t you take your lily white ass and go whine to someone else?” She snapped back just as quickly and Dean took another couple of steps closer to Pippin.
“Why don’t you step up and actually do your job!?” Dean’s voice escalated as they continued to insult each other. Pippin took her own step towards Dean, the shorter woman looking up at him while he looked down.
“I am doing my job! When did you forget that there is more to this than killing the things that go bump in the night Dean!?” She demanded, her own voice rising and Emmy watched her closest friend and the man she had a crush on fight. She was too scared of getting between Pippin and any object in the possession of her ire to interfere.
“We hunt things and we save people Pippin! We don't get pussy footed at a stupid symbol and run away from the enemy!” He shouted angrily and Pippin clenched her hands into fists as she shook with suppressed rage.
“MAYBE THIS ISNT A PROBLEM YOU CAN FIX YOU OVER CONFIDENT PRICK! DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT!?” Pippin finally burst out and Dean snarled at her. He was absolutely done with this cowardly hunter.
“ENOUGH!” Castiel yelled, finally done with the arguing, but if he thought that would stop the fight he was more than wrong. Pippin was the one who took the first swing and her knuckles connected with Dean’s nose with a sickening crack, causing the oldest Winchester to stumble back slightly as his hand flew up to his nose to cradle it tenderly. Once it registered that she broke his nose, Pippin was already taking another swing only to have it blocked and get a punch that split her bottom lip open. The other three were on them before they could do anymore damage to each other. Castiel pinned Pippin’s arms down to her sides as he hugged her, lifting her up off her feet while Emmy and Sam both restrained Dean from going after her.
“Dean stop it!” She growled as he went limp in Sam’s grip, Emmy’s fingers digging into his arm, preventing him from trying to get to his gun.
"JESUS CHRIST YOU'RE ALL DEAD BECAUSE NOW SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU TO GET REVENGE ON ME!!!"
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