Chapter 61: Zara’s Training Continues With Yseult, Ysolde and Ysandre

“Great, it looks like we got all of them so far,” David said, looking at the unconscious army of cowgirls on the field. Even the monsters they were riding on were sleeping.

“Yeah, maybe like a dozen or two managed to escape during the chaos,” Robin nodded. “But they can be captured easily.”

“Where’s that old fart?” he asked.

“Ethan or Inez?” Robin asked.

“Both.”

“They took Alabama and Aikaterini to the base.” She answered, “Hopefully, they get there soon. It would be awkward if the Winchesters started to wake up all at once.”

“They are all alive? I thought Inez, in this new form, is strong enough to kill humans with her poison.”

“According to Margaret, yes, she could do that, but we needed these targets alive.”

“Then why the hell did you guys need to turn her into this giant fairy thingy?” he asked.

“Because she could produce more poison this way. Also, now she could attack from above.” Robin explained.

As they talked, an old, rusty pickup truck rolled toward them, carrying a bunch of Winchesters who had escaped previously.

“Mmm, I was skeptical, but your friends are really good hunters,” Robin admitted.

The truck skidded to a halt near them, and three black men stepped out.

“Wow, I didn’t expect David’s PRA friends to be...” she started.

“Black?” asked the first one.

“Good looking,” she finished. Indeed, the three guys, Jamal, Tyrone, and DeShawn, were ripped, muscle on muscle, while an average PRA member was either skinny, like a scarecrow, or round like a sumo wrestler Ogre.

“Did you catch all the escapees?” David asked, looking at the sleeping Winchester girls on the truck.

“Yeah, those darts knocked them out cold,” Jamal replied.

Suddenly, all the Winchesters began twitching as they spoke, and then, they all stood up at the same time, like an army of freshly activated blonde robots.

“Yesss! Looks like we can control all three generations of them,” Robin exclaimed. “I call Ethan, he will be thrilled.”

“Hmm, our own cowgirl army,” David glanced over them with a smirk, “Are we ready to start the ultimate plan?”

“No, but we are close. We still need to collect the rest,” Robin replied.

It was the penultimate day of the course. Luckily, Aritimi allowed Zara to start the training a few hours later. The reason for this was that the Summers family invited her to lunch.

She already knew Winter and her daughters, but she only knew Bram among her grandchildren.

Just like their mothers and grandmother, all the kids had that trademark emo vibe: pale skin, dark clothes, and streaked raven hair.

Spring’s kids were Thistle, with a green streak, and Bram, the femboy with a pastel-pink line.

Autumn had three daughters: Ashlyn, Hollow, and Sepia. They had orange, yellow, and brown streaks.

Summer also had three Solstice (gold), Belladonna (grey), and Noxie (white).

“Ugh ... that was really delicious,” Zara said, holding back a belch.

“Thanks, it means a lot that you liked it,” Winter said with her usual, lifeless voice.

“By the way ... can I have a question?” Zara asked, looking around the table, surrounded by emo girls and Bram.

“Sure,” Winter nodded.

“I noticed that you and most of Aritimi’s friends have kids, but I’ve never seen any of you guys with a partner,” Zara said. “I don’t want to be too indiscreet, but I just noticed that everyone is a single mom here. Is that because of the job?”

“That’s correct. We are mostly single, but there are various reasons for that,” Winter nodded. “I was married once, but we divorced after Timi told me that my husband sent her dick pics.”

“Oh, sorry,” Zara said.

“I’m not sorry,” Winter said. “I’m furious, but mostly because this incident helped her inflate her ego.”

“We ended our relationships for the same reason.” Spring said, and her sisters nodded.

“Oh, your boyfriends and or husbands were flirting with others?”

“No, just with Aritimi,” Autumn replied.

“Oh ... and what about the others?” Zara asked. She didn’t know how sensitive this topic is to them, but since she had already stepped into it, she wanted to go through the whole story in one ride.

“Hmm, let me think,” Winter mused, “Urszula got pregnant from a one-night stand; she never married, and pretty much the same for Naomi. Coco’s husband left her. We never asked who got Tomato pregnant, but we suspect it was a family member. The father of Bo’s girls is her ex-boyfriend, but they weren’t married. Etheldreda got her kids through surrogacy.”

“Yeah, I know this from Dorian,” Zara nodded. “And I also know how Freedom got her daughters, and Yaraviel her quantum clones or whatever they called.”

“In the cases of Julia, Venus, Gretchen, Zoe, Piper, Inez, Lana, and Renée, career was the reason why they split up over time.” Winter added, “Meanwhile, the Winchesters were never married; their daughters’ fathers were chosen from a sperm bank. They looked at it more like breeding an army rather than creating a family.”

“I heard their daughters did the same. Now indeed they have a huge army,” Zara said, remembering the youngest generation of the Winchesters.

“Choosing sperm donors to have kids without having a relationship is not uncommon,” Winter continued, “Serena, Xena, Kaia, Marvel, Odina, and the Zhao sisters did the same. They wanted a family and successors, but focusing on a career and a relationship at the same time is super hard. Harder than hunting monsters.”

“Yeah, I heard that Elise Merc also divorced a ton of times,” Zara said.

“Nah, she is just an asshole, and her husbands dipped because of that. Now she has a ring for each finger,” Winter added with a chuckle.

“Oh, and what about Hester and Aritimi?”

“Hester is married, just like her daughters.”

“Really?” Zara raised a brow, “Then why are all of them using their maiden name?”

“It’s a funny story. There are various families in the Amish community, and some of them are named Schwartz, just like Hester’s. They are not related to each other; they are just having the same name.” She explained, “And about Timi. Well, she was never married. She has no kids, and she has never had a relationship that was longer than a night. But who knows? Maybe one day, she will try to give a chance to motherhood.”

“Isn’t she too old for that?”