Supernatural PI (greatdragonsoldier13)

Celia rolled her eyes deciding to avoid having this conversation here and now with the potential threat still looming out in the woods where the darkness had been more than able to hide a minor scaled battle just out of eye shot.

As Bernie readied himself for the charge out, Sam grabbed the rifle and pistol he set down to eat the dinner he just realized he never had and given the situation wasn't likely to have any time soon. He remained crouched by the door waiting for the sprint outside while he kept his aim down in the woods.

Yvonne nodded instinctively, her mind was racing at a million miles per minute. Especially with how fast her life had changed since Bernie picked her up barely a day ago. When her dress was on, her eyes almost went blank from exertion and her mind almost shut down. That was until Bernie pulled her along muttering assurances to her, and possibly himself given the frantic way things had turned.

As the three rushed to the car, Sam taking the rear and keeping his rifle aimed to the woods right before Bernie and Yvonne jumped inside. Given the fact that the current company was cramped up way too tightly, Ssm mutter a few words before jumping on top of the car with a small flash that kept him fixed to the roof despite the rough road and high speed as well as a shield to keep them safe.

Yvonne seemed mentally worn from the brief ordeal, especially since there was an armed escort that was all to ready to fight with whatever seemed itself a threat out there. Her eyes almost looked vacant while everything seemed to process for her.

Celia shrugged her shoulders at Lydia's question, "Oh trust me. Dear old dad was perfectly right to be paranoid. Your tripwires were useless, your sniper team KIA, and about thirty or so hunter corpses out there just out of eye shot without light." She paused with a gesture to Sam to fill in the gaps.

"In other words. Everyone needs to get out of here right now. So perfect timing with the car Jean." Sam continued with his daughter's queue before glancing back at the cabin, "I'll grab the love birds. Don't want them getting targeted in retaliation." He ran without using a spell back to the cabin and slamming on the door making sure even a hibernating bear could hear, "We've got a massive code red out here. Get dressed and evacuated, now! None of your traps worked."

Yvonne was about to give an answer to Bernie when he asked about that something special only to get disrupted by the heavy beating the door was getting. Out of instinct she reached for the sheets to cover herself even if there was no danger of getting walked in on right at that moment. She didn't speak and waited for Bernie to make the move with the 'code red' Sam was giving out.

Celia sighed watching Sam charge back in the cabin then glanced to Lydia, "We can talk about the ramifications of giving your real name to some guy you barely know while on mission later Agent Tracey. For now, get in the car." Her voice had a hint of restrained anger before opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat intent on not taking up space with everyone else."

Yvonne continued tracing circles through Bernie's fur and returned the affection with a small peck on his cheek, "If you do need anything special. I'll be more than happy to help you any way you need." She muttered before feeling Bernie's size fully slip loose which seemed to make her shiver, "Aside from more of what we already did. Might be a good bit before I can feel my legs right."

Sam scratched at the back of his head before the gold flash left him looking human once more, "Don't blame all the SAD and enforcers out there. Theres plenty of naive souls out there that genuinely think that what they're doing isn't as bad as it really is." He spoke up walking up to the still open door with a hand raised up, "I call upon the guiding lights of heaven. Reveal my path. Holy Flare. " The woods suddenly ignited in cold yet bright white light that revealed a cloaked figure hiding from them, "Thought something looked off."

"Hermes guide me. Accel." Sam jetted forward, sticks and leaves blowing away from his path while he rushed the figure. Both he and the figure wound up and threw a punch, and both fists clashed with enough force to seemingly shake the earth. The look on Sam's face turned into a grin when his opponent was able to take his blow without so much as broken skin. Both skid back after the initial attack blew them both backwards.

The second figure's hands were pulled up in a manner much like Sam was set then the figure rushed at Sam while they both exchanged bone shattering blows to one another with no actual visual effect to one another. Finally they caught each other's last punch and shook as they tried to get the upper hand in their minor grapple, "Good to see you Celia. It's been a while. SAD or SAM?"

The figure, Celia, let out a small laugh. The hood that had covered her face had shredded in the brawl revealing a young looking woman with skin showing some native heritage and eyes sharing the same amber of Sam, "SAM. And it's good to see you too dad." They both broke the grapple and the golden scales that had covered Celia's hands melted back to her flesh tone, "You didn't scare Lydia off now did you? I was hoping the two of you would get along." Now not showing the slightest hostility, she placed a hand on her hip looking back as the spectators finally made themselves known.

Sam smiled with the mention that her needs weren't important right then and there, "Alright then. We'll need to be on the road as soon as I give Jean the low down on this mess. And if that number is where I think it is, it's going to be a long drive." He informed her before making it outside. There wasn't much word as he just about yanked Jesn inside by the collar and took a few looks outside to be clear on if they were being watched, "Remember when I theorized that the sheriff potentially had a target on his back. Turns out of was right on the situation, but the wrong target. Steele relayed some info about someone in the SAD has a price on your head." He started off thinking just for a moment, "That trip up here. Are you completely sure that no one knew about us going up here? If so, you either have a mole, or someone in the room where you made the call is giving info to people that want you dead."

Yvonne slowly moved after feeling something below her moving and the sensation of the softening knot slipping his length out of her, "Something the matter?" She asked slowly trailing small circles on her mate's chest.

Sam sighed feeling like Lydia was stopping him before he could really make any sort of move, "After I've given Jean the bad news and pulled him inside before a mess starts up." He pulled the weapons off his person and casually set the rifle against the wall and the pistol with ammo on the first table he walked beside on his way outside, "I would have figured you would have wanted to come along to see Steele and help him out, but if you want to stay here to satisfy yourself I wouldn't blame you." He spoke up shifting his shoulders with a loud crack coming out from his back while heading outside to drag Jean back to safety before the fact he had a bullseye on his back made itself very apparent if anything bigger than a hunter or witchery reared their ugly head.

Sam sighed seeing that he was either bring ignored by the war hero or Steele simply forgot who he was. Kind of ruined the idea of a reunion between the supernatural warriors of the last war. The added thought about weapons using antimatter just seemed to cement the fact that everything was getting out of hand fast, "Agent. I'm going to give Jean the bad news. When you finish up with your call I'll be ready to head off again." He spoke up going back outside to relay the bad news to the wolves that replaced him as overwatch.

Sam cringed hearing exactly what had been planned out and how much Steele was able to find out despite the fact that he was on the run and under attack. Now they had an even tighter time frame than he originally figured and the damage was going to be even more severe than he could have thought, "And no one is going to force that on you. Just hold on tight, you still owe me that punch in the jaw." He spoke up before waiting for the agent to hang up the phone so he could relay some information without the potential of letting someone know where Steele was by just blurting it all out

Sam caught the distressed nature of the call as soon as he got within ear shot and held himself around the corner just sitting back and listening to everything. There was additional effort just trying to listen to Steele's voice on the other end, especially since Steele seemed to be making it difficult to eve's drop on everything he was saying. Regardless, he was able to catch information tidbits about who the actual targets were. His head instinctively turned to where Jean last was then back to Tracey when she announced the name 'tsar bomba', "A nuke that makes the fat man and little boy look like jokes. How anything like that got to American soil is beyond me." He finally spoke up as he rounded the corner, "Kind of nice to hear that voice again. And no, I'm not one of your assassins. SAM contracted me, I want to get you out of this mess." He spoke a couple feet from the phone receiver expecting Steele to hear Sam like Sam was able to hear Steele despite his ear not connected to the phone.

Sam sighed with the sentiment, "And of course I had to keep my ears open so I ended up being forced to listen to the entire thing." He muttered in response to Jeans answer, "They can do whatever they want so long as no one gets hurt, I would have just preferred they at least waited until we left before announcing it to the world." Attempting to step inside he almost collided with Jean when he came to alert them that Steele had called them. It seemed odd to him. Steele had kept somewhat of a low profile after stealing a boat and burning it, yet he was calling them of all things instead of letting the sheriff be their go between. It seemed to send something crawling up his spine even as Jean's kid went up without any manner of defense to act as a lookout. Sure he was a werewolf, but the hostile forces had been using toxic magic along with their silver bullet. It wouldn't even need to hit anything vital and there would be major damage. Just something else that made him uneasy about everything, "I'll try not to. Been around humans too long, so it might happen anyway." He answered now walking inside to hopefully catch part of Steele and Lydia's conversation before either he talked to Steele it just went straight to dinner.

Sam let out a huff as Lydia and Jean's kid both called up to more or less call him down for dinner. The more paranoid part of him said he needed to stay there because the instant he lowered the rifle would be the instant someone would jump out of the woods and open fire. The part of him that was more beast decided for him that he was going to get something to eat, "Fine. Give me a second." He called down slinging the rifle up again and dropping from the roof with a heavy thud when he landed on his feet, "Safe to assume the happy couple aren't joining us. At least for the next hour." He tugged at the strap keeping his rifle from sagging in his back, "If things stay quiet, maybe they can stay that way."

It had been a long two hours just savoring every movement and the very nature of their pairing. Even with the amount of time that Bernie put into pleasuring and readying his mate for their hopeful litter, Yvonne hadn't felt any desire to change their position and was more than willing to stay under him as he did what he wanted. When Bernie finally alerted her to his finish, she attempted dragging him closer even if his intention was to lock them together with a solid knot as he filled her to her limit. Yvonne took a few deep breaths now calming from their mating, "You're going to spoil me with promises like that." She spoke up savoring his touch just as much as the warmth that spread inside her.

Sam grumbled keeping an eye down the sights of his loaned rifle when anything with motion would pass by, mostly deer or a rabbit that was wandering by, "Two hours. I swear to God if I have to listen to that all night..." He continued, mostly just talking to himself after his self imposed isolation to keep watch over the house along with the more pleasant surprise when he didn't hear Tracey, or Lydia as she was now exposing herself as, included in the noise happening below. It wouldn't have surprised him if she did suddenly start up with Jean's kid barely after meeting him. It seemed to be that magnetic nature werewolves just seemed to have for the opposite sex.

Yvonne licked at her lips while she watched Bernie transform and eagerly waited for her mate to satisfy her urges, "Until I say I'm finished." She stated before allowing Bernie to spread her legs open and stuff her full, "Oh yes. Definitely." She uttered while attempting to wrap her legs around his waist though settling for locking her legs over his when she found his waist too wide to anchor him down, "Now breed me stud." She grunted out watching him and waiting.