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The day just seemed to drag on endlessly. With the long hours of walking around, interviewing witnesses, and having to deal with the overbearing flannel and stench of masculinity, you just wanted to crash out. When Dean finally clicks open the door to the motel room, it looks like homeless people have probably pissed all over it, and rats have made homes under the beds. You flop on the nearest bed, like you were dying of thirst, and the stained mattress was a source of living water.
Dean tosses his bag on the other bed and looks at you with a scoff. “Real nice. Hoggin' up the whole damn bed.”
You simply mutter something incomprehensible into the pillow as you flip him off.
He throws a pillow at you, already popping open a bottle of beer as Sam and Cas make their way inside. Cas sees you lying on the bed and tilts his head. “This is inefficient. Your room is over there.”
Sam shoves past Cas and sits by Dean, setting down his bag and already opening up one of the books he checked out from the local library. Dean turns to Cas with one eyebrow raised, sipping his beer. “Look, Happy Meal, I don’t think she cares.”
Cas looks over at you as you roll over on your back, tossing the pillow Dean threw at you lazily at him and hitting Sam instead. He gives you a sarcastic smile as Dean snorts. Cas blinks. Sam looks back at his book, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to decipher the ancient text. Dean nudges him. “Careful, you’ll get wrinkles and a headache looking like that, Sammy.”
Sam groans, feeling as tired from everything as you are. He needs his alone time right now. “Dean, just leave me alone. I can’t decipher this mess with your idiocy next to me.” He stands up from the bed and tries to leave the room, but Cas blocks him. “Sam, let me try to read it.”
Sam’s fingers twitch around the book, but he reluctantly hands it to the angel. Cas opens the book with gentle fingers, his eyes scanning through it with precise focus. The longer he flips through the pages, the more his eyes narrow. Trying to make sense of the letters. Of the script. Of any of it. Eventually, he hands the book back to Sam. “I am unfamiliar with this language.”
Sam snatches the book back. “Figures. It was written in the secret alpha tongue. Only the alpha wolf vampire hybrid princesses can read it. All of them went extinct years ago.”
Cas gives him a look like he just started strip dancing. Dean, on the other hand, started laughing like a madman. You just look at him like he stole your last SSRI.
Dean stands up, wiping tears from his eyes, and snatches the book from Sam, and gestures for you to come over as he holds it out of reach from Sam. Sam quickly gets annoyed and tries to grab it back, but Dean only grins and hurls it your way. You catch it, and before Sam can get it back, Dean tackles him, and they begin wrestling on the ground. Cas watches them deadpan.
You open up the faded old text to see writing in a language you haven’t seen before. But the more you look at it, the more you feel connected to it. The more you absorb into your veins.
“Uhm, guys? I think I can read this.”
The whole room freezes. Dean and Sam stop fighting each other, and Cas looks up at you with a curious and clinical look.
You tuck your long, glorious hair behind your ear, a bit nervous that all the attention is on you, and you bite your lip for a second before you nonchalantly read the book.
“Kaêl oir Pwil Zroil büilop aêl. Huiel egeuil vüingiul dwuin gaêl eir. Jouhz nüor büêr.” Your eyes widen, and you can feel the alpha warrior power coursing through you as you pose while reading.
Cas stands straighter, in disbelief. “No, it’s impossible…”
You continue reading, as all your focus and energy must be put into deciphering the message of your ancestors. “Douchê quga mklüz lêir. Alih cxif jfk kêargel. Maêr oir Pwil xüic fwaêz juir graw mjup nud.”
Draco Malfoy apparates inside the motel with his fists clenched. Jealous. Also, clearly attracted to you. “She’s so cool and nonchalant.”
Your eyes roll back as you continue reading.
Sam is no longer irritated and is now in utter shock as he stares at you with his jaw dropped. “She must be the last vampire alpha wolf hybrid left!”
The power is flowing through you now, causing your aura to increase and your movements to work on their own accord. Your middle finger on its own drags down your eye as your tongue sticks out while you state, “ Mohüa ohn üha üagoü. Quall Ellêê Ellêê Ellêê.”
Dean brushes himself off as he stands up. His face is deadly serious. His protective instincts are now in full control. Just because you’re a hunter and his friend doesn’t mean anything. He steps closer. “We have to protect her. At all costs.”
You pause your reading and look at the three men (and a wizard) who are all completely serious and have forgotten about the case entirely. You bite your finger with a nervous look.
All four of them look at you with an intense look. Sam gestures for you to interpret what you read out loud into English for the others to understand.
As you translate the text, posing and smirking as you realize why you always felt different from everyone else, the others crowded around you, looking at you like a priceless painting. Sam, quickly typing out the words you spoke, Dean glancing between you and the door like a monster could walk in at any time, Cas watching you in the way a kid watches a disabled man on the bus, and Draco with his hand on your shoulder like he needs to be the closest to you.