#this puppy is going to grow up to be a tan moose

[dreamlogic]

so my mom has a new puppy, she's a 3 mo old anatolian shepherd/irish wolf hound mix. get a load of the fucken paws on this beaft, she's like a bobcat

[katymacsupernatural]

The Truth About the World Part 1

Donna x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: Friends with Jody, and a sheriff as well, Y/N calls for help when the job becomes a little too bizare. Meeting Jody’s other friend Donna for the first time. 

Written for BTZ partner challenge. My partner is the wonderful @jayankles, so be watching her for the second part!!! 

“I’ve got a one eight seven over here,” you heard crackling over the radio. Picking up your own fancy walkie talkie, you glanced at the time, realizing you weren’t going to be home in time for your show. Sighing, you clicked the button, answering right away, listening as you were given the address of the accident.

Turning your sirens on, you made your way through the light traffic at this time of night in your small, sleepy town, getting to the house before your fellow police officers. Making sure you had all of your required equipment, you climbed out of your car, sometimes wondering why you still did this job. It was starting to drag on you, all the people you couldn’t save, the evil that was out there. That you couldn’t seem to stop.

Taking a deep breath, your gun in front of you, you stepped inside the house, immediately on high alert as you scanned the front room, wincing at the blood spattered all across. Up the walls, across the carpet. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, you found more blood, a young boy crouched in a cupboard, his hands clasped around a cell phone.

Crouching down in front of him, you searched him for wounds, relieved when you saw none. “Hey, I’m sheriff Y/N. I’m here to help. What’s your name?” You whispered, knowing that the perpetrator could still be in the house.

“Robert,” he stuttered, tears pouring down his cheek. “My mom, she’s…,” he cried, pointing to the left of the kitchen.

“Stay here. Close the door, and stay quiet. Don’t come out unless you hear the word puppy,” you ordered, needing him to stay safe while you searched the rest of the crime scene. Nodding, he slid back, and you quietly shut the door, standing up and moving on. To the left was a bedroom, no doubt the master bedroom. The blood was worse here, a huge puddle covering the entire bed, a woman  lifeless on top of the covers. Her body looked like it was literally ripped to shreds, and even you, a veteran sheriff, found yourself gagging at the sight.

Quickly checking for a pulse, you continued checking the rest of the house, before returning to the kitchen. “Hey, it’s puppy time,” you assured the boy who slipped out of the cupboard. “Hey buddy, do you have some family that can come get you?”

“I have an aunt,” he whispered, still shaking and you didn't blame him at all. Handing you the phone, you quickly dialed her number, needing him away from the scene as soon as possible. Without giving too many details, you got the aunt to come over, as the rest of the cops began showing up.

With the kid safe, you began searching the room, looking for any sort of clues. This one stumped you. It was as if she was mauled by a wild animal, but her doors and windows were locked, no sign of entry. There was blood on the inside of the garage door, but nothing else to give you any clues.

As you left the scene, leaving the crew to finish up, you dialed the one person you trusted, hoping that she would be able to help. “Hey Jody!” You exclaimed, glad to hear your friend’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Y/N! It’s been a while. Since that conference what, almost six months ago?” She asked, people talking in the background.

“Is this a bad time? I can always call back later?” You questioned, not wanting to interrupt anything.

“No, no, please don’t hang up,” she insisted, before the sound disappeared. “I know you wouldn’t call unless it was something important.”

“It’s this case,” you started explaining, telling her everything that you had found out so far. Since she was a sheriff only a county away, you didn’t feel as if you were doing anything wrong. “I just don’t know where to even start.” you muttered once you were done explaining.

“I can come up,” she said. “As long as you don’t mind that I bring company. And don’t worry, she’s a sheriff too. You’d probably like her.”

“Sure, the more the merrier. I just want to catch whoever did this, make them pay,” you muttered, before hanging up the phone.

After a fitful night of sleep, the boys frightened eyes haunting you more than you wanted to admit, you were up with the sun. Sitting at your kitchen table, sipping on a cup of coffee when you heard Jody’s truck pull up.

Throwing open the door, you smiled at your friend, before noticing the other woman following behind. While Jody seemed tough, with her short hair and closed off attitude, this woman seemed the exact opposite. With her blonde curly hair cascading down her shoulders, and her tan suede coat, she seemed more suited to life at the local farmer’s market than staring at a bunch of dead bodies, or chasing after perps.

“Y/N!” Jody exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug, patting you on the back before pulling away. “You doing okay?”

“I’m alright,” you assured her, before the blonde came to stand in front of you.

“This is Donna. She’s a sheriff in Minnesota. We met at a sheriff’s conference, what? Last year?” Jody introduced her, and you shook her hand, staring into her warm, brown eyes.

“Yep,” she answered, her Minnesota twang making her seem even farther away from being a sheriff. “Nice to meetcha!”

“Hi,” you muttered, raising your eyebrow Jody’s way.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Donna exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Let’s take a looksie at that crime scene!”

Bounding back towards Jody’s truck, it gave you a chance to whisper into Jody’s ear. “Where did you find her?”

“Don’t worry, she grows on you,” Jody insisted. “How about we follow you to the scene?’

Nodding, you climbed into your patrol car, leading the way to the house. From the outside, it seemed normal, like there still might be a family in there, sleeping in a Sunday. But the yellow tape brought it all crashing back, and you knew the horror that had happened there.

Stepping out of your car, you saw Jody and Donna in hushed whispers, before they came over to join you. Following you into the house, they peered at the blood in the wall, searching for any sort of pattern to show what had happened.

It was interesting, watching them work. Jody was always serious, always on a set path as she worked, and you respected that about her. But it was interesting seeing how Donna had turned from the bubbly midwest woman to a serious cop in a matter of seconds, almost more intense than Jody was.

“So, this is where the fight started,” Donna spoke up. “You can see the deeper splatter near the chair.”

“Why? There’s no sign of forced entry,” you started to say, as Jody walked over, kneeling down to a dog bed.

“Did you see the dog?” She asked, noticing how close the dog bed was to the chair.

“No, no dog. Just the scared little kid, and his dead Mom,” you explained, as Donna and Jody seemed to have a moment of silent communication.

You followed them through the rest of the house, curious to see how well they worked together, your initial reaction towards Donna changing. When we came to the bedroom, you watched as Donna knelt down by the bed, running her hand along the deep scratches on the wood. “Dog claw marks?” I asked, catching her attention.

“You betcha,” she answered.

Leaving to answer your phone, you were only gone for a couple of moments. As you came around the corner, you could hear them talking in hushed whispers, but still loud enough that you could hear a couple of words. Something about monsters, and a skinwalker. “What is going on?” You asked, both of them staring at you with wide eyes.

“We were just going over the crime scene. Did anyone force themselves through the garage?” Jody spoke quickly, trying to turn your attention elsewhere.

“No,” you answered. “But why were you talking about Monsters? And what the hell is a skinwalker?”

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