Damn your eyes // Dean & Sam

Isaac's face remained unchained in the wake of Dean's less than friendly words. It wasn't entirely uncalled for though Isaac hadn't necessarily meant to tell them that he thought holding information was wrong. On the flip side, he understood that these creatures were shifters. For all Dean and Sam knew, Isaac was one just waiting for them to let their guard down so he could chow down. If they honestly thought that they would have fled though, wouldn't they? The brothers had just admitted that they didn't know of a way to kill these Leviathans...

"Look, sorry, I didn't mean to imply..." he paused for a moment before rocking his head side to side a little. "Okay, I meant to imply a little. But you can't really blame me now can you?" he asked, hoping it was as simple as that. He didn't mean harm, he just didn't like being kept in the dark about things that could kill him and fellow hunters. Because as he said, hunters weren't always the friendliest bunch but the supply versus demand aspect was staggering. It's not as if little Timmy just one day up and decided he wanted to be a monster hunter. At least, an adult Timmy wouldn't dream of such a career.

"Wait... you're hunting one right now? So... there's one of these things in town, right now?" Isaac leaned back a few inches thinking on that for a moment. If one was here, or nearby, they were in great danger, especially if this thing intentionally gave the brothers the slip. Not that hunters weren't always in danger but that was beside the point. Isaac was very much wishing that they had a way to kill it, or at least slow it down.

Isaac stared at Dean, incredulous. Suddenly this was his fault? Right, because wanting to share the wealth was bad news? Isaac ignored Sam's warning glance- this was not his fault, and it was bullshit trying to turn it around on him like this.

"Oh, yeah, you know what, let me just look up something I've never heard of, from a plane of existence until just a moment ago, I didn't know was a physical place. It's not like this job comes with a fucking manual. I did try and research but I came up with nothing on 'giant tooth face thing'. And maybe, just maybe a Hunter HQ would be a good thing, if the people up top pulled their heads out of their asses!" He was raising his voice, but he was smiling, and within the breath was standing and putting on his jacket.

"Nice to meet you," he said with a small scoff before cornering the table and making a beeline for the door. He had information now. There would be more than likely strange disappearances. It didn't matter what they might've been able to tell him, he didn't want their information that they didn't want to share. Isaac was normally cool-headed but in the wake of the anniversary of his wife's disappearance, he didn't have time for all this nonsense.

He had a job to do. 

Turning the handle to exit he ran squarely into the door that wouldn't open. Backing away and shaking his head to dismiss the pain and the shame, Isaac looked around. "What the fuck..." he murmured to himself, jiggling the handle before looking at the brothers looking positively quizzically alarmed.

When Dean was no longer amused, Isaac dug into his coat and pulled out the old and worn M1911 in the inside pocket. There wasn't any need to consider this a mistake, because it was clear something was attempting to trap them in here. Potentially a demon, maybe some other creature, but Isaac's gut churned a little realizing that the most likely cause of this was the thing the brothers had lost track of.

Not so damn good at their jobs now, were they.

Except Isaac was really hoping they were damn good. Inhaling calmly and slowly, he felt like he was getting ready to step into a burning building with every possibility that he wasn't coming back out alive. It was almost the same, stepping into an unknown bakery to face some sort of nightmare felt like stepping into an inferno. No way of knowing when that beam was coming down on top of you.

"No shit," Isaac said under his breath in reply to Dean, though there was no sting to the words, just agreement. Scanning the diner again he noticed a side exit that was more than likely locked already, a supply closet in the far left corner of the room, a door to the kitchens behind the register and a door on the far right to the restrooms. Isaac felt pretty confident that their mysterious captor was not hiding in the shitter, and probably not outside, so he began stepping forward towards the kitchen doors and the register, not waiting to see what Dean and Sam were going to do. Isaac wasn't used to hunting in a group.

With Sam to his right and Dean to his left, the trio advanced, weapons drawn. The hair on the back of Isaac's neck felt as though it were screaming in alarm. Deep inside he knew this was foolish but it was the only thing to do. Dean had demonstrated it was more than just a locked door keeping them here. Isaac was about to round the counter when Dean spoke... and something replied.

"Sam and Dean Winchester," the voice replied through the intercom system, harsh as gravel through a rockcrusher. Isaac thought his heart was trying to burst through his chest. "What do I want? So straight to the point... Don't you want to hear how I lured you here? Hear how easy it was to manipulate you poor sniveling children?"

Isaac looked sideways to Dean and then to Sam. This wasn't good, not at all. His 'oh-shit-ometer' was in the redzone and about to break the glass. But he pressed on, ducking around the counter with his weapon alert, but no one was there. Looking to Dean, he nodded towards the door and began to approach it, letting Dean know he was going to try and slip in. Diners like this sometimes had intercom systems in the kitchens to call orders. They hadn't heard it because it hadn't been necessary for the operation of a bakery- it must've been a diner at one point.

The beast either wasn't aware of Isaac or didn't care about Isaac, so perhaps that would give him the element of surprise...

"Not so fast, Ivan Alexandrov," the rockcrusher called out as Isaac put his hand on the swinging door. Frozen momentarily he backed up, lowering his gun, visibly shaken. How in the hell did this thing know his name? His real name? It had been years since he'd heard that name; he almost hadn't recognized it.

"Hey, if you've been talking to my parents, can you kill my old man first?" Isaac shouted, growing more annoyed than fearful.

"I know I shouldn't play with my food, but you're just so amuzing," the voice grated as Isaac caught Dean moving to kick the door out of the corner of his eye. Leaning forward and barreling the two connected at the same time. Isaac fell forward, tripping over a dead body. Twisting and winding squarely on his back, Isaac scrambled for breath as a shadow rose above him.

As Dean kicked the door to the supply closet, it erupted as the second creature laying in wait propelled itself off the back wall an tore through supplies on its way to tackle Dean.

With the shadow looming over Isaac he scrambled to his knees and out into main room, planting his back against the counter and firing his M1911 through the doorway as the swinging door closed slowly.

"You fools actually thought you were hunting me?" the leviathan said, stepping through the swinging door and over the waitress. Isaac was reloading as he watched the bullet wounds heal before his eyes and stem the flow of blood. Except, it wasn't red, it was black and seemed thicker. He wanted desperately to shoot it when he heard a crash and looked to see Sam sprinting to a semi-incapacitated Dean against the far wall with a second leviathan advancing. 

The way Dean and Sam had talked, they had only been after one, not a group. This was worse news than just one unkillable thing, and they had no way of knowing how many there were. Were there just two? Or were there others in the kitchen that Isaac hadn't seen? Either way, they needed to get going or come up with a miracle to kill these bastards. Isaac did not feel like dying today.


Trying to think quickly while leveling his pistol at the leviathan in a chef's body, he looked at the windows. The doors were locked, and the windows would be too, but was the glass impenetrable? One way to find out. Spinning quickly he shot out the window next to Dean and Sam.

"Hurry up and get out of here!" Isaac said, dropping the other four rounds into the side of the leviathan's head that was attacking the brothers to draw its attention. The chef-ithan closed the distance on Isaac, throwing a heavy haymaker that Isaac turned away from. The blow was only glancing but it still spun him around. As his body came naturally back to face the leviathan, he had his knife is hand. The chef stepped forward, jabbing, but Isaac blocked the fist to the side and uppercutted the leviathan with the knife leaving it embedded in its skull. With the leviathan frozen for a moment, Isaac charged the leviathan going after the brothers.