NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter three.

CHAPTER THREE:
BEDTIME STORIES.

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WHEN IT CAME to the Winchesters, you never quite knew what you were gonna get. For as long as Birdie had known the brothers, trouble often followed them wherever they went no matter if they had good intentions or not. It wasn't exactly their fault either, sometimes stumbling upon a case by mere accident or getting recognized in passing by creatures. Though, some of that trouble found them because of their even more well-known father, John Winchester, who'd become a hunter that searched and searched for years for the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel, who had murdered his wife, Mary. He burned quite a few bridges along the way until he eventually sacrificed himself for Dean——but, his sons avenged him and their mother by killing the yellow-eyed demon at the Gates of Hell.

Birdie hadn't entirely liked John because of his cold nature and, as she'd described it when she was younger, his "bitter, old man complex". But, it had still saddened her when she found out about his death, especially knowing how much it hurt Sam and Dean.

It'd always been rather obvious that she wasn't a fan of John, but despite that, she put up with him for the sake of Sam and Dean. She and John butted heads on more than one occasion throughout the years, and so had her own parents who hadn't liked the man much more than Birdie. Though l they trusted him which was something that couldn't have been said for Birdie. But, she would admit there were three good things John Winchester had done in his lifetime: having Dean, then Sam, and leaving them at Bobby's so much that it actually allowed them to become friends. It was almost as much of a surprise to their families as it was to themselves, but it put a smile on Bobby's face when he saw them laughing together instead of bickering. They still did have their fair share of fighting, just maybe not as much her with the boys as it was mostly Sam and Dean fighting lately.

Birdie was sort of over the possible werewolf hunt she was going on with the brothers. She wasn't even sure how long they'd been traveling down the darkened highway after leaving Bobby's. It was two days after Sam and Dean had dealt with some demons where Bobby and Birdie had come in at the last minute to help (and with the Colt restored after Ruby miraculously showed up to help——of course, when Birdie wasn't around at the moment), but it felt like an eternity. Birdie had pleaded for them to let her tag along as she'd been shot not even a week ago, though she swore she was feeling better. It did hurt from time to time and her torso was still a little bruised, but thankfully the bullet had gone clean through her shoulder. Sam patched her up before they left the graveyard as Dean muttered about the lottery tickets and that he was going to kill Bela; which Birdie had agreed to help so long as they buried the woman further than six feet. However, she hadn't expected Sam and Dean to be fighting already.

It was growing more intense the longer it dragged on, both of them getting fed up with the other for not actually listening. But, seeing as Birdie put a lot of effort into convincing them to let her come, she wasn't about to tell them she was suddenly having second thoughts. So, she sucked up her annoyance and simply listened to the brothers. She occasionally raised a brow or frowned as she skimmed through the article clutched in her hands that detailed the brutal attack they were going to investigate.