Full Moon

"She's older, but not a sister," Kara replied. "She's not really that much older, though. It's less than a year." She had an early birthday, and Alex had a birthday in the middle of the year before. It hardly really counted that she was older than her, but that was the truth. "We're just good friends." They might as well have been sisters at that point. They'd been together constantly for a long while now. Kara would do anything for Alex, and Kara assumed Alex would do anything for her. "After the left, you can probably just park wherever and we can walk."

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"If it was anything that'd be awesome," Sam said, looking at Alex again before returning to his book. "But I don't think an RPG covered in holy water is something we'd be able to find around here, or use without drawing a lot of attention to ourselves." He knew Dean would be all for the idea, but no way was Sam serious about using an RPG to kill a werewolf. That was too conspicuous, even if it was the real way to kill it. They'd have to get it into the middle of nowhere and - why was he even thinking about this?

Dean nodded his head, glancing over to her briefly before his moving his eyes back to the road. "You're not related? How'd you two end up working together, then?" Most hunters either worked with family, or worked alone. Rarely did two friends ever work together. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I know that some people are uh, pretty closed off. Like him. He knew that it was pretty hypocritical, to ask her about her life but to know that he would shut down the second she questioned his.

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"So essentially we're going to have to use someone as bait to distract it and then try to kill the thing before it notices us?" Alex questioned, frowning at the thought. That was the last thing that she wanted to do. All she wanted was some nice, easy job where it was fast and simple. She shifted, wincing when she felt her leg start to hurt. She got up from the bed and headed over to her bag, tugging out her small first aid kit. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked, motioning with the bandage to her leg. "Some people get weird when I bandage myself up around them."

[i dont know if i hit reply to the marauders one]

"Well I got into hunting when I was a kid," Kara replied. "I mean, I wasn't a kid when I started, but that's when me and dad found out about everything. It was actually a werewolf that did it, neither of us got hurt but we saw it and what it could do. He'd go off hunting and leave me with mom, and when I got old enough he let me go with him. He died a while ago, car crash, but I kept doing it on my own. Then I met Alex and I was her ticket out of her home, so we teamed up. I don't know, we just kind of found each other." Kara wasn't overly secretive about that kinda stuff. If someone knew about 'the business', then she didn't have an issue explaining how she got into it. "If I asked 'what about you' would you answer?"

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"Seems like it," Sam said with a sigh. He kept his eyes on his book as Alex stood up and walked over to wherever she was going. He looked up when she spoke to him, and he gave his head a little shake. "No, go ahead. Doesn't bug me. I've had to do enough impromptu surgeries on myself and Dean to not be affected by it anymore. What happened to you?" He was honestly just curious, and it was a decent conversation point.

[you did! ]

Dean kept quiet as she spoke, listening to every word. He was mildly surprised at her story. It wasn't that tragic, like so many other's were. It was foreign to him, that someone could get into hunting like that. He gave a shrug of his shoulders in response, mulling it over for a couple of seconds. His father had always drilled it into him that he didn't talk about what had happened to others. Years later, it was still there. "Kind of got dragged into it. Shit happened and we've been on the road since Sammy was six months old."

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Alex hesitated for just a second. Her injury was on the upper part of her leg, and the last thing that she really wanted to do was strip off her pants in front of the guy. So she walked over to the other side of the table, making sure that it blocked at least some of the view before she took a seat and slipped off her jeans, wincing a little as she brushed against the bandage. "We took on a wendigo a couple days ago, and the bastard got me. Hurts like hell."

"Six month old? That musta been... Pretty shitty." Kara didn't want to sound judgemental, but being on the move living this kind of life style when you're six months old? That wasn't good parenting. She wouldn't say it out loud, but that wasn't a way she was going to raise her kids. She would be long out of the business before that. She wouldn't let herself do something like that to her kids.

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"Doesn't sound too fun," Sam said, pulling a face. "Is it infected or anything, or is it just sore from it being a cut?" Sam wasn't really sure what the side effects of being cut by a wendigo where. A lot of supernatural things, though, could really fuck you up if they cut you. It wasn't like it was just a normal guy cutting you with a knife. Those things had powers.

"We were both really young," Dean offered, otherwise keeping quiet on the subject. Being raised in the way that he had left a guy with some pretty weird stuff. He could rattle off the numerous code words his dad had come up with over the years, but he couldn't tell you of a single time that his father did something with him that didn't have to do with hunting. "It uh, it wasn't all that bad, though. He did fine," he added, feeling like he should stick up for this dad.

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"It hurt like a bitch," Alex said, her voice catching a little as she started to unwrap the bandage. She frowned at the sight of it. "It uh - Well I'm - I'm not really sure, to be honest." She grabbed some antiseptic cream and gently put it on it, wincing every couple of seconds. "I'm hoping it's not anything," she murmured, gritting her teeth as she slowly started to rub it in.

Kara looked at Dean for a few seconds before looking out the windshield again. She didn't say something for a good thirty seconds, then shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. "I mean, you don't seem too damaged, at least from the twenty minutes I've known you," Kara replied. "And I guess you are kind of attractive, so at least he did that right." She could tell by the way that he was only halfheartedly sticking up for the guy that he didn't really believe what he was saying to her.

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Sam frowned, sitting up more when with Alex's visible reaction to the wound she'd gotten. "D'you want me to take a look at it? I'm not a doctor but I could try to help if you wanted." He didn't really mind if she did want him to take a look at it. He'd had to deal with a lot of infected cuts and things that needed to be tended to because of supernatural issues over his life time. He knew a bit about a bit.

Dean kept quiet at her first statement, but the second time she spoke he let out a snort, cracking a faint smile. "That's what people tell me," he replied, glancing over to her. "So how is it that you're so disturbingly well adjusted to being a hunter? Most of them have parent issues or revenge complexes. You're weirdly normal for someone like us."

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Alex hesitated before giving a shrug of her shoulders. If he could help, it'd be stupid of her to reject the offer. "I don't mind if you don't mind. I'm just kind of half naked, so... You don't want to if you don't want to," she said awkwardly, letting out a quiet sigh. "I just can't tell as to whether or not it's infected with something, you know?"

[I can't remember if I hit reply on the Marauders one. ]

[you did, don't worry]

"Just lucky, I guess," Kara shrugged, looking back over to Dean with a shrug and a smile. "I don't really have any parent issues, besides dad being dead, or a revenge complex, except for wanting the jackass who ran my dad over to go to jail but that's not exactly the same. I don't know, I guess I'm just in it to help people. Someone's gotta keep the normal folk safe from all the crazy shit, right?"

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Sam chuckled, standing up. He'd been around half naked women before and didn't really mind, this time wouldn't really be very different. His brother, on the other hand, might have had trouble concentrating, but Sam was less of a horndog than his older brother. Sam walked over to Alex, his face furrowing into a frown when he saw the cut on her leg. "It's infected, that's for sure," he said, bending down to get closer to it. "It's... yeah, not the best colour. Has it like... been pussing or anything?" It wasn't a normal infection colour, it looked kind of off. Sam wasn't a doctor though, so it could just be a normal infection that she'd need antibiotics for. He wasn't sure.

"You're... Wow." Dean had to wrench his gaze away from her as he drove, slowing down when he reached the neighborhood. Someone hunting solely because they wanted to help people? That was - that was crazy. That was the only way that he could even think to describe it. Because no one did that. There was always some selfish reason, no matter how selfless hunting truly was. "So uh, are we close?" He coughed, forcing himself to focus on the road.

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Alex winced when he spoke, her stomach churning. They didn't need this. They needed to get in and get out. Antibiotics were hard to get when your name wasn't really on any records. "Shit," she murmured, forcing herself to breathe slowly. She needed to relax. "I uh, a little? Before it was, but it stopped now." She glanced down at her leg, scowling at the offending injury. Of course this would happen when they were in the middle of a particularly dangerous hunt.

"Yeah, just park wherever. We can walk." It wasn't too far away now, and if they parked soon, they'd just look like a couple of people on a walk instead of a couple of people about to break and enter into a crime scene. Kara let out a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair, looking at a street sign as they passed a side street. "It's in there a little ways, so yeah. Wherever."

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"That's not a good sign," Sam said quietly. "If it doesn't get better soon you're gonna have to go to the ER or something. It's infected for sure. It could just be normal, though. Like normal infection, not wendigo infection. I can call a couple people, see if that's even a thing, if you want." He didn't want her to start freaking out about it, since it was very obviously hurting her.

Dean gave a nod of his head, pulling over to park along the sidewalk behind another car. The street was hardly crowded, only a couple of cars littering the sides. He put in in park, shutting off the engine and turning to look at Kara. "So you'll have to lead the way. Although I'm sure the cop car that will inevitably be out front will give it away," he said, shooting her a quick grin.

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Alex shook her head almost instantly. "It'll be fine. I won't have to go to the ER." She went to the ER for gun shot wounds or amputated limbs, not infections. She'd be fine. "I mean, you could call somebody to see, but you really don't have to," she said, making sure to avoid his gaze. It hurt like hell, but she fight to the death to not have to go to the hospital. She hated places like those.

Kara chuckled quietly as she got out of the car, putting her hands into her jacket pocket as soon as she had shut the door. She stepped up onto the sidewalk and started in the direction of the house where the werewolf had attacked. She shook her hair out of her face, glancing to Dean. "It's a ways into the neighbor hood. A little ways, but it's a few streets in. I hope the cops aren't there, I'd rather just B and E this thing and not have to pull out a fake ID." She had them, sure, but she hated using them.

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"I'll call someone," Sam said. "Just leave it out in the air for a bit. Gotta let them breathe, it'll help." He gave her a reassuring smile and stood up, grabbing a phone out of his pocket. He went through the contacts and found someone they'd met up with a few months ago, and clicked call. It rang a few times before the guy on the other line picked up. "Hey, Mo, it's Sam... Yeah, I'm fine, I just got a question for you... Wendigo cuts, are they more harmful than regular cuts?... No, not me, a friend... No, not Dean, an actual friend... Yeah? Alright. Thanks." Sam hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. "Good news, you won't die if we get it fixed soon. Bad news is, it's a bitch to fix that kind of infection. Mo's gonna email me some shit about it."

Dean made sure to lock the Impala before shutting the door behind him. The last thing he needed was some idiot attempting to break into his baby. "Well, if the cops are there, it still shouldn't be too bad. By this time whoever is on shift will have been there for awhile and won't be paying that much attention. So we see a cop car, we sneak into a neighbor's back yard, sneak into the actual backyard and go in through the back," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Or I go in while you flirt with the cop."

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Alex mustered up a smile for him, although it was rather weak. In all reality, it was more of a grimace than anything else. She sat back in the chair, listening to his side of the conversation. She looked up at him, frowning a little as he spoke. "So does that mean that we can avoid the ER?" She asked, failing at pretending as though the hope wasn't there. She really didn't want to have to go to the ER.

"I ain't flirting with the cop and missing out on the inside of the house. What the hell would the point be there, smarty pants?" She wasn't here to be a distraction, though she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was just throwing suggestions into the air, not hoping she would actually flirt with a cop to give him easier access into the house that they had gone to see together.

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"Hopefully," Sam nodded. "If it doesn't work, you might have to go see someone. Another hunter. I don't know if I'll be able to fix you up." He frowned slightly, shrugging. He hoped he could, the longer the cut stayed infected the more dangerous it became. "Can I use your laptop? See what we need to do to fix your leg?"

"Hey, I can flirt with the cop if you want me to. I was just giving us some options here." Dean gave her a pointed look. She didn't seem like the type to just lie down and let him take the lead on this job, and he hadn't mean to sound demeaning when he'd suggested that. He just figured that it might make things easier if someone was a distraction. "Because if we're both going in then we're sneaking through the back."

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Alex sighed, running a hand over her face. "That's better than nothing. And as long as I don't start turning into one of those bastards, then it's not that bad." She shifted slightly to be more comfortable, wincing when she jostled her leg. "Uh, yeah, sure. Just keep that window open. That article looked like it could be some help to us."

"Or they aren't going to have anyone on guard," Kara said pointedly, pointing at the house as it came into view. There was police tape around the property, but there wasn't anyone there keeping watch. "It's still gonna be safer going around. If we keep going straight instead of turning onto this street, we can take a path between two houses down a little bit and be in the field."

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"Will do, Alex," Sam nodded. He moved over to the bed again and picked up her laptop. He opened a new window and pulled up his email, pursing his lips as his eyes scanned through the words written there. "We're going to have to go get some stuff... It's not... It's all just herbs and stuff. Nothing crazy like vampires blood and a quart of holy water. I'm lying, we need holy water, actually. Not a lot though, just a few drops. Everything else is herbs... We gotta wait for a - shit - full moon. And theres some stupid way to applying it that's not gonna be fun."