A Hunter's Heart

Chapter 1

The sun was slowly setting past the treeline behind a small grave. A gentle breeze began to pick up, rustling the grass and leaves around the headstone. Tall blades of grass fluttered about, revealing small crystal points set around the headstone.

The wind quickly picked up, howling through the trees and pushing against the new fence that had been erected around the yard. Leaves were picked up by the wind, swirling in a dust devil right over the small grave.

Windchimes screamed from the back porch of the house connected to the yard, what would normally be a calming sound becoming a jumbled mess of noise. The wind continued to pick up, more and more, until it ceased, all of the leaves and twigs that had been picked up, falling attop the small grave.

It was less than a minute later when a small pale hand shot through the soft August dirt, followed quickly by a head of mudd covered hair. The figure took a deep gasping breath, as if they hadn't had any oxygen in months.

Sang groaned as she pulled herself from the grave, looking around confused.

How did she get there? The last thing she remembered was Volto leaving her after her last round of torture and then seeing a bright white light.

Her eyes caught sight of a familiar pendant on the stone behind her. She picked it up gently, seeing that it had been placed on a new chord as she remembered breaking the other one. She briefly wondered why it was sitting on that stone when it finally hit her.

She was buried in the ground, there was a rock behind her, and she was surrounded by flowers and pretty stones.

This was her grave, and she just crawled out of it.

She slowly made her way to her feet, looking around to gauge the area. She knew she had been dead a long time, at least a century so things were bound to be different.

Her brows furrowed.

It should be different, but everything looked the same. She gazed over at Ada's house, finding no difference except for the fact that the once open yard was now enclosed with a tall wooden fence.

She slowly made her way towards the house, putting her necklace back on as she went. She smiled softly at the cool breeze on her skin, and the feel of dirt and grass between her toes. She hadn't felt any of that in a long, long time.

She made her way onto the back porch and up to the back door. She knocked in a pattern that she remembered Ada showing her. She would use it to let Sang know it was her and not some demon or random person.

A few moments passed after the last knock with no response.

“Must be out,” Sang muttered to herself. She looked around, wondering if Ada kept the spare key in the same place.

The girl hopped off the porch, enjoying her newfound mobility while she could. She knew the memories of her time in hell would begin to haunt her soon, so she wanted to enjoy this feeling of freedom and bliss until she couldn't anymore.

Sang smiled when she found the rock cash hidden beside one of the bushes that lined the house, opening it quickly so she could get the key and get inside.

The door creaked as Sang pushed it open. Everything looked the same. Sang wondered if maybe there was a difference in how time moved in hell versus the living world. Maybe she could ask Sam or Dean, if she ever sees them again.

The dirt covered girl quickly made her way to the bathroom, trying her hardest not to track mud everywhere. When she got there, the first thing she did was look in a mirror. 

She cringed at the state she was in, her once soft blonde hair was covered in mud and matted to her back. She knew it would be awful to untangle it, but she figured she could ask Ada to cut it for her when she got home.