*Zelda’s POV*
“I’m just saying, you could’ve talked a little faster. That one was way too close of a call for my comfort.” My sister was still complaining as she drove our blue 67 Camaro back to our apartment in Defiance, Montana. We had just finished hunting down a demon that had taken up residence in our sleepy little college town.
“Hey! I’d like to see you try to say an exorcism in perfect Latin with a bookcase crushing your ribcage!” I said from the passenger seat, clutching my chest from the pain that still lingered on my ribs.
Now, you may be wondering who the hell we are and what we’re talking about. Well, my name is Zelda Shea and I, along with my twin sister Violet Shea, are hunters. No, not the kind that can only go out and get a ten-point buck a certain length of time out of the year. We’re supernatural hunters, just like our dad was. That means we hunt, kill, and rid as many evil creatures as we can. The creatures we hunt are what many people think don’t exist, like shape shifters, ghosts, vampires, and changlings. There’s one thing we hunt, however, that caused us to become hunters in the first place. Demons. One demon in particular caused our hunting genes to kick in. Azazel, or as we commonly refer to him as, “Yellow Eyes” or “The Yellow-Eyed Demon”. The reason he fueled our hunting fire is because of what he did to our parents back when we were just 16 years old. Back in our small hometown in Texas, we lived a normal life, aside from our dad being gone for days to weeks at a time on a hunt. One unusually cold June night, our lives were thrown into a whirlwind of salt lines and learning Latin exorcism chants. Yellow Eyes broke into our house while we were having our traditional Family Movie Friday that we had whenever dad was home. Yellow Eyes threw Violet and I against a wall and held us there with his telekinetic power while he brutally murdered our parents in front of us. When we were released and fell to the floor, Yellow Eyes came up to us and said, “This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, girls. Just you wait. This is only the beginning.” Then he disappeared. We didn’t understand what he meant by that, but we knew one thing was for sure. We wouldn’t let him get away with killing our parents, not on our watch. Since that day, we have been learning the tricks of the trade from our Uncle Sawyer Michael. Uncle Sawyer is our mother’s brother and our father’s hunting partner. He’s now our only family, as well as our mentor and helps us out by posing as whatever we need him to via phone when we’re trying to get information on our cases from everyday people. All while we attend college in the little town of Defiance, Montana. Going to college and being hunters isn’t easy by any means, but our parents always wanted us to have a normal life. So we decided going to college on the side would be the best way to fulfill their wishes and be able to do what we thought was right.
The rest of the ride back to the apartment consisted of us singing off-key to one of our many mixed cd’s we made over the years, and me grasping my pain-filled chest. Once we got back to our apartment, I immediately went to the kitchen and got an ice pack from the freezer to put on my bruised upper torso. While I did that, Violet went to the living room to replenish our bags with fresh supplies such as salt, iron/silver, and holy water.
“You gonna be alright Z?” Violet asked as she packed rock salt into bullet casings to make salt rock rounds.
“Yeah, I’ll survive. Just some nasty bruises, but I don’t want them to swell too badly.” I replied and sat down to help her pack some rounds.
“Have you heard anything from Castiel on Azazel lately?” I asked Violet after finishing up the rounds and putting my ice pack away.
“Not for a few days. Have you?” She replied as she sat our bags by our beds in our respective rooms.
“Not a word. Do you think he’s in trouble? I mean, he may be an Angel of the Lord, but he can be pretty dense sometimes.” I said as I finished up some homework for one of my classes.
As if on cue, Castiel appeared next to me on the couch.
“No, I am not in trouble. And if you consider finding you a lead on Azazel being dense, then yes I am dense.” Castiel said.
“Jeez, Cas! You really need to work on your entrances.” Violet said as she clutched her heart from the startle Castiel gave her.
Castiel ignored Violet’s comment and continued with the information he gathered for us.
“I have been listening to my brothers and sisters while looking for information on Azazel’s possible whereabouts. They mentioned two names quite often while talking about a “yellow-eyed demon”, which could only mean one thing.” Castiel said.
“So the two names they were mentioning must be connected to Yellow Eyes.” Violet concluded.
“That means if we find these two people, we’ll be one step closer to finding Yellow Eyes.” I stated.
“Exactly.” Castiel nodded, standing up.
“Well, what are their names?” Violet and I asked at the same time.
“Their names are Sam and Dean Winchester, a couple of boys from Lawrence, Kansas.” Castiel said, then was gone as quick as he arrived.
“Damn it Cas. He seriously needs to work on his exits.” Violet mumbled.
“What should we do now?” I asked Violet.
“Looks like we better find out as much as we can about these Winchester boys and try to find them.” Violet said, pulling out her laptop.
We then spent the entire night researching the Winchester boys in hopes of finding out where they might be. The fact that Yellow Eyes may be closer to our grasps than we thought fueled us all night.
