𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 (𝘊. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯)

⥉16⥉

Peter broke Blake's hand. He squeezed it so hard that Blake could literally hear her bones snap. It's okay though. Venom healed her afterward. He was right. Peter was strong. "You okay kid?" Blake asks as May places a bandage over the bullet wound. "Yeah. I think so." Blake nods and Peter releases her hand and her bones snap back into place. May stares at Peter for a moment and Blake glances between the two of them. She stands. "I'll let you two talk."

Blake walks over to the window and clenches her fists. "They are going to Peter now. We have to stop them." Venom stirs inside Blake. "He's not going to let this go." Blake nods and glances back at her son. "I know. He takes after me in ways I'm not the big of a fan of." Blake watches as May shakes her head in disbelief. "They can't stay here." Blake looks out the window and nods. "And I'm not letting Peter out of my sight."

"May wait!" Blake turns to see May grabbing her purse and leaving the apartment. Peter struggles to his feet. "I- I'm sorry I can't do this. I'm sorry." May leaves the apartment and Peter tries to walk to the door, but falls. Blake catches him before he hits the floor and sighs. "Give her time kid. She's just worried about you." Peter's eyes fill with tears and he looks at Blake. "I need to find out who did this." Blake smiles a bit.

"I knew you'd say that." She helps Peter to the couch. "Which is why I'm going to help you." Peter looks up at her in awe. "You are? But how? It's dangerous. You could get hurt." Blake raises an eyebrow. "Coming from the one who had a bullet in their leg not too long ago." Peter looks down, clearly berating himself. Blake sighs and kneels down in front of him. "Kid, I can take care of myself." Peter glances at her and Blake puts a hand on his shoulder. "And I know you can handle yourself, but a little back up never hurts."

Peter nods and rubs his leg. Blake glances at it. "C'mon. I've got some strong pain pills in my apartment." Blake lifts Peter up to his feet and leads him to her apartment and onto the couch. She starts looking through her cabinets for the pain pills when her phone rings and Dean's name flashes across the screen. "Hello?" Blake smiles once she finds the Vicodin. "Blake, hey, we've got this case we were wondering you could help us with."

Blake nods and glances at Peter. "Sure. What do you have?" She takes a pill and moves onto getting water. "A bunch of blondes are being killed in an apartment complex. We're not sure what they hell it is." There is some mumbling on the other line and Blake raises an eyebrow. "Sam just reminded me. We found ectoplasm." Blake purses her lips. "So a spirit?" From the couch Peter glances at Blake. What is she talking about? "Could be, but we have no idea what is keeping it here." Blake huffs.

"My best guess is a spirit. And a powerful one." Blake hands Peter the water and pill. He swallows it down and Blake turns her back to him. "Listen Dean, you need to be careful. SOmething is stirring trouble. Things are getting more powerful." blake snorts. "I got lead into a trap a few days ago." She shakes her head. "It wasn't fun. Just call me when you figure it out." Blake smirks. "And tell Joe I say hi." Blake hangs up and turns back to Peter.

"Sorry about that. My brothers needed some help." Peter looks up at her. "You have brothers?" Blake nods. "Two. Both younger." Blake walks over to her broken window and pulls the blinds shut. "What're they like?" Blake pinches her lips together to stop herself from smiling. Peter has no idea he's asking about his uncles. "Well Sam is the smart one. Always has been. And Dean is the shoot first, asks questions later kinda guy." Blake smiles. "I think they'd like you."

Something Blake has learned about Peter is that he's basically a mix of all the Winchester siblings. Smart like Sam, stubborn like Dean, and relentless like his mother. You can't forget about the biggest and most dangerous quality of all. The hero complex. The need to sacrifice yourself for the sake of others. Blake sometimes finds herself cursing her genes. They cause so many problems.

Blake nods to herself and pats Peter's back. "I'm going to make some calls." She grabs her jacket and gives Peter a look. "You stay here. That leg needs time to heal." Blake slips out of the apartment. "He's not going to stay." Blake sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "I know."

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Blake walks into an underground bar, but two security officers stop her. "Let me through. I need to see Boyce." The guards cross their arms and look down at Blake. She raises an eyebrow. "Don't make me do something I'll regret." The guards laugh and Blake crosses her arms. "Let me eat them." Blake smirks. ""I've got something else in mind." Blake turns to walk away, then swings around, her foot colliding with one of the guards's faces. People in the bar turn to watch.

The second guard tries to grab Blake, but she ducks under his arms and kicks his back, causing him to fall to the floor. The first guard stands back up and throws himself at Black. She ducks under him and once he is positioned on top of her, Blake stands, sending the guard a few feet away on the ground. She rubs her knuckles as they both get up and surround her. As they run at her she punches the first one in the jaw, hard, and kicks the other in his nuts.

They both fall to the ground in pain. Blake huffs and nods. Boyce, her informant, walks into the room and glares at Blake. "I thought I told you not to come back here." Blake gives him a look. "And I thought I told you, you can't tell me what to do." Blake looks at the security guards with an eyebrow raised. "You really thought they would stop me? Pitiful." Boyce looks around his bar and sees the prying eyes. "Fine. Come into my office." Blake nods and steps over the guards.

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE BADASS BLAKE? I DO

WE'LL SEE MORE OF HER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

BYE!