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SupernaturalXReader Loch Neph Monster Part 7

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WARNING: general Supernatural spoilers

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You disliked Bobby as soon as you met him. He was a bitter, rude, unpleasant old man who thought that you were nothing more than a complex nuisance and that if he ignored you long enough, you just might disappear.

The thought had crossed your mind, but you decided to stick it out for your own sake. He was like a hunter guru for the supernaturally aware community. So even if his first words to you were, “you got a weak handshake”, and even if those words were the nicest he had said to you so far, you would not let this grumpy old man drive you away.

You were going to learn to hunt ghosts and vampires and wendigos if it killed the both of you.

But alas, you ended up performing menial tasks such as supply runs, answering phones, tedious research, and digging. Yes, digging. Bobby had made you dig numerous deep holes along his property, although for what, you still weren’t sure.

But whenever you asked him why you did what you did, he grunted or rolled his eyes and scoffed. He didn’t trust you, but you couldn’t really blame him.

You hoped that before long, you’d learn something useful. It was obvious that he didn’t want you around, and you were somewhat surprised he’d taken you in at all. The only reason he agreed to train you was that Gabriel’s false hunter identity, Jimmy Demoux, had saved Bobby’s life on multiple occasions, meaning the old hunter owed your angel one seriously big favor.

However, Bobby was not averse to letting his opinion about your presence known. He had asked you early on, “Aren’t you a little old to need takin care of?”

You recognized his question as an ill-tempered comment that didn’t mean much of anything. While you were 23 going on 24, you both knew that in order for you to become a functioning hunter and to learn the ropes of the job, then you needed to be where the weird stuff was.

Also, it was good to know that you could sleep in an extensively warded house, no matter how dusty it was or how much it smelled like stale beer.

Currently, you and Bobby seemed to have reached a mutual indifference of the other, which was considerably better than the daily shouting matches you had left behind. You had come to the point that you did as he asked, fetching books and beers, and he didn’t call you ‘stupid girl’ every two sentences.

- - - - - - -

It was noon at the junkyard, and you sat in the driver’s seat of some old car you didn’t know the name of, munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Suffice it to say, it was a very calm, lazy moment which should not have been interrupted by the heavy hand that came down and thumped the hood of the car.

You jumped in surprise and choked on your mouthful of bread, before trying to wheeze air back into your lungs.

“You gotta be alert if you wanna be a hunter, girl.”

Oh, here we go again. He scares the shit out of you and then gives you a random life lesson that means absolutely nothing.

“I need you back in five. You got a lotta work to do cross referencing those werewolf maulings.” He said, walking away from the beat up car.

“Why should I.” You muttered to yourself. “It’s not like I’m ever going to go on an actual hunt anyway.”

Bobby stopped walking and turned to look at you, squinting in the sun. “What’d you say.” He asked, glaring.

Oh boy, he’d heard you.

You opened the car door and stood up, squaring your shoulders. Okay, here goes. “You haven’t taught me anything about hunting. I came here to learn, not make beer runs. I want to help people, and you just have me surfing the web for freaky deaths!”

The old hunter scoffed. “You wanna hunt? Okay, what do a werewolf and skinwalker have in common?”

“I-what?” You stammered, taken aback.

“What’s a wraith and a kitsune’s main food source?”

“I don’t-“

“Tell me about the social habits of a vampire.”

You stayed silent and glowered at him, realizing exactly what he was doing.

Bobby snorted and shook his head. “Don’t give me that look, girl. You wouldn’t last a day on a real hunt. Finish that sandwich and get back to work.” He walked back into the house and slammed the screen door behind him.

You winced at the angry sound. Alright, maybe that wasn’t the best way to approach that subject. You could only hope he wouldn’t be too difficult after that encounter.

“Bobby, w-wait, just… Damnit.” You followed him back into the house and let the screen door shut behind you with a quiet click.

In the living room, Bobby sat, scribbling notes in a thick journal with the same grumpy face he always wore.

“Hey, Bobby?” You asked quietly.

What?” He snapped back.

“I wanted to apologize.”

He looked up from his work and squinted at you as if trying to judge your sincerity.

“Fine. Now get back to work.” He started back up scratching his pen across the sheets of paper.

You lingered in the doorway. “I think I’m anxious to start hunting because-“

“Let me guess.” Bobby interrupted. “A vampire ate your momma and now you want revenge?” He asked mockingly.

Ouch. He must be really mad.

“No. Well, my mom is dead, but it was a demon. It possessed my boyfriend. I had to stab him before somebody… saved me.” You said, leaving out the part about the heavenly light. “And I don’t particularly want revenge. I just want to stop that from happening to anyone else.”

Bobby sighed and put down his pen. “This life is crap. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I tried the whole ‘normal’ thing. It didn’t work out so well.”

“Then I get it, but you gotta know how to fix something before you break it. That means the basics come first, killin comes later.”

You nodded. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll just go find the info on that werewolf pack.” You said, scurrying away to do what was extremely boring work, but you realized it was all necessary to become a hunter.

- - - - - - -  

The next day, you sat outside in the same beat up car, eating yet another peanut butter and jelly sandwich (Bobby’s fridge wasn’t much by way of real food).

A hand smacked the window, once more making you jump. Bobby looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Alert.” You grumbled. “I got it.”

Bobby just rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I’m here for. You know anythin about cars?”

You swallowed the rest of your sandwich. “Not much. Just how to change a tire and change the oil. My mom taught me.”

“Your momma taught you about cars?” He asked skeptically.

“Well, yeah. I mean, my dad… He wasn’t…” You trailed off.

“Speak up, girl. You got somethin to say, say it.”

You shrugged. “He just wasn’t around. Look, it doesn’t matter.” You said, dusting the crumbs off your lap and exiting the car. “Why are you asking me about cars?”

The old hunter gestured to the vehicle you’d just been sitting in. “Why d’you come to this one every day?”

“I don’t know. I guess I like it.” You said, looking at the faded red paint and the choppy lines of the classic model. You didn’t know what kind of car it was, just that it was old. It had character.

“She’s yours, then.” Bobby said.

You glanced from Bobby to the car that looked like it’d been totaled in the 70s and back to Bobby again.  

“But it’s not even… What am I missing?” You asked Bobby, knowing that he always had some plan or life lesson up his sleeve.

“I’m gonna help you fix ‘er up. By the time we’re done, that old girl is gonna be cherry and all yours.”

“But I don’t know a thing about fixing cars!” You exclaimed with dismay.

“If you’re out there huntin, then this car is gonna be your transportation, home, arsenal, and getaway. You ever had to hotwire a car or siphon gas to get from A to B?”

“What do you think?” You asked flatly, trying to imagine yourself siphoning gas at some truck stop.

“Don’t get smart with me, girl. You’re gonna learn that bein a hunter means understanding the technical parts of the job. Once you learn all about this car, then we can move onto somethin more interesting, like that sawed-off 12 gauge I seen you eyeing for the past three weeks.”

You looked at the car and realized how fond you’d become of it. You wondered what it would look like, all shiny and not missing both of its tail lights.

For the first time since you’d come to stay with Bobby, he was accepting you and actually agreeing to teach you what he knew about being a hunter. Maybe he wasn’t really half as mean as you thought he was.

You smiled and asked, “When do we start?”

- - - - - - - -  


You decided you didn’t like cars. At. All.

It was like a piece of impossibly difficult Ikea furniture, except you needed a degree in rocket science to build it.

“Stop bangin on it, girl. It ain’t your high school sweetheart!”

“You told me to solder this part right here and it’s just. not. soldering.”  

“Tighten the engine cap!”

“What does that even mean?!”

Yeah, it was a really, really fun day. A really fun, hot day of trying to reassemble a car that had been sitting in a junkyard for the better part of its life.

Finally Bobby called it a day, and you both collapsed into a couple of rusty lawn chairs, each with a glass of iced tea (although you saw Bobby put something extra into his.).

“Are we all done?” You asked, tired and sore from trying to learn everything there was to know about cars in a single day.

Bobby looked at you from underneath his baseball cap disbelievingly. “You’re kiddin, right?”

“What?”

“You got a long ways to go, yet.”
PFT BOBBY

But srsly has anyone ever worked on a car before? It's hell infinitum.


So, this is just another not so long bit. In the next part, there'll probs be some Gabriel and some actual nephilim stuffstuff

So enjoy, lovelies.

PFT BOBBY


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Dude seriously, why does this not have any more favorites?! Please continue!