Chapter One: Two Strangers

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The picture above or to the side or whatever is Maxie (Eve).
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Maxie's (Eve) P.O.V.
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I put my blonde hair into a high ponytail. I look at myelf in the too high mirror. My 5'4" self can't see fully in the mirror. I look myself over, shrugging my jacket on. I walk out of the motel I was at and to my car, making sure my bag hasn't been robbed. I sling my pack over my shoulder, and it's light considering all of the weapons in it. I open the trunk to my 1967 black Chevy Nova and prop the trunk open with a sword on the left side. 'The one time I find a REAL case is the time someone beats me to it. And it's in Greenville, Illinois.'
"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tail-spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you." I hear someone say. I look up to see two guys, probably brothers, standing next to the car in front of me. A black 1967 Chevy Impala. 'Nice car...' I think.
"I can take care of myself, thank you." The older, and cuter, one says.
"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can." The tall one retorts. (Where tf did I get THAT word from??)
"Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time, I swear..." Dean, I think his name was, says warningly.
"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please." I decide to stop eavesdropping there. They're obviously hunters, but Sam and Dean...? Winchester, maybe? I grab my pack back out of my car, close the trunk and walk over to them after they finish arguing.
"Sam and Dean? Winchester?" I ask. They look at me.
"Yeah. Why?" Sam has to respond with a question.
"Oh no reason..." I turn to walk away, but instead I turn back, and punch each of them. "That's for stealing my hunt." I say, walking back to my car. I feel like I know them really well, but they're just two strangers.

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