𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
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Saving people. Hunting things. That's the family business.
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❝I'm Richie Tozier, the name you'll be screaming in bed soon enough.❞
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in which Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier falls head over heels for the badass new girl.
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"Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them. Sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust -- that part is true. They need fresh human-blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late." John Winchester explained as Emily poked her head from the back to in between the passenger and driver's seat of her father's 1967 Chevy Impala.
Emily was fourteen-years-old and about to go on her third hunt ever. She had only recently been deemed old enough by her father to start going on hunts with him and Dean. Sam;still too young to join, was now alone in staying at the motel room, something which he was not fond of. When it was him and Emily, then it was okay, but now it was just him.
Dean sat listening intently to his father's words in the passenger's seat, nodding his head.
They were currently sitting outside an abandoned warehouse where a small coven of three vampires was residing. In the small city of Port Angeles, Washington, people had been disappearing and found days later with their bodies drained of blood.
Twenty-one people had already been found dead and five had recently gone missing. John assumed it was a vampire coven, and right he was. It took John two weeks to track down the pesky vampires, pinpointing them to an old fishing warehouse on the coast of Port Angeles. He presumed the five missing people were most likely being held hostage by the vampires inside.
"Okay, but guns will stun em', right daddy?" Emily eagerly asked earning a disapproving look from both John and Dean.
Emily was still in the mindset of hunts being fun and exciting. John wanted Emily to understand that hunting the supernatural was no joking matter, and it was actually a matter of life and death. If any of them did anything wrong, it would not be hard for the vampires to take the upper hand and potentially turn them into their next snack.
"This isn't a joke, Em." Dean scowled, using what he thought was a mature big-brother tone, but what Emily perceived as a 'bossy' voice instead.
Emily rolled her eyes overdramatically, mocking Dean in an extremely immature way. "Dis' ain't no joke, Em. I would know because I'm a big-ass bossy--" Emily's deep mocking tone was cut off by Dean slapping her on the shoulder.
"Stop it, Emily!" Dean growled in frustration as Emily hit him back, both of them getting into a slapping fight, but neither hitting the other hard enough to actually hurt.
"Stop it, Emily!" Emily mocked Dean in a dramatically deep tone.
"Stop it right this instant, both of you!" John bit making both the Winchester children stop, reeling away from the other. "We are on a hunt, and if you cannot act mature then you both sure as hell should not be with me right now!" He barked, Dean and Emily, tilting their heads down.
