First Sight of an Angel

Chapter One

"Fawny come on I can take care of a few demons, god, I've done it before."

"I know I know but what about the windago, your last hunt you did by yourself." Sighed my twin sister Fawn.

"Yeah Yeah I almost lost my sight in one eye I know but demons come on, if Sam and Dean can do it."

"Okay, since I am not going to talk you out of this, I'll see you in a week and not a day more or I'm calling the Winchester army." She hung up the phone.

"Goodbye to you too my Sisterzilla," I laughed at my own joke. As I pulled out of my bunker in South Dakota in Custer. In my 1963 Buick Riveria and I began to drive to Indiana for my hunt.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

I arrived to a shitty whore hotel and checked in. The room was dark navy blue wallpaper that was peeling to revile the white dry wall. It also had a full size bed with red sheets, a bed side table with a lamp on it. To the right a mini kitchen. To the left was the door to the door to the bathroom which needed some work. But I didn't give two shits about this, I was to fucking tired to worry how many pornos were made on this bed. I just threw my junk in to a chair and flopped on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

NEXT DAY

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, looked at screen and seen OLD MAN. Shit, I answered it.

"Hey Bobby, what's up old man?"

"Don't try to be all casual with me Destin Gwen Winchester! Fawn told me you are on your own, AGAIN! If you die I swear to god if you die I'll kill you!"

"Bobby I'll be fine no need to worry about me."

"Kid, I swear you're being a high class dumbass, but you are my kid so I guess I'll let you go slaughter some demons. But I better get a call from you at the end of the week."

"Yes sirrie Bob,"

"Bye, Idjit."

The phone line went dead. I threw iton the side table and sat up. Slid off the bed and stood. And changed myclothes from the ones I had on yesterday and. Changed into dark faded skinnyjeans, a tight black wife beater and knee high combat boots. I sighed "time togo to work." 

I walked a couple blocks to a abandoned warehouse that the demons play in at night. I went into the building and started to paint devils traps after an hour I left the building to wait for dark. On the way back to the hotel I pasted a bar with a singer wanted sign for one night only. I shrugged and walked in, it smelled like cigars it was a classier place. Not the shitty type I'm used to. I went to the host, "Hey I'm here to apply for the singing job for tonight." "Stage is over there, talk to the manager." I left the crabby host there and I walked to the stage. "Hey, are you the person I'm supposed to talk to for the singing job?" The blonde man turned around and you seen his name tag Balthazar, "Balthazar? Like the angel?" "Yes, dear but I am no angel." He chuckled and winked at me. "What song do you want to sing? Love." He said with a thick British accent. "Gun powder and lead, Miranda Lambert." "Alrighty then, different for this place." I walked up to the stage and sat on the stool. " Can I get a spot light?" Lights flashed on, "thanks for the heads up, asshole." The music began...

"I'm finished Balthazar, what now?" "Come here darling," I was pissed but this dude had my money. I stood up from the stage and jumped down in front of him. "Well then, here's your money roughly 150 dollars you may leave." He handed me the money, "thanks Balth." I left the building, and headed back to the warehouse. "Time to kick some black eyes asses." I slowly opened the door, and slid inside. I walked in slowly and I opened the door. I glanced at the devil traps, shit, all of them we're broken. I just walked in to my death.

A/N Sorry for the poor grammar and spelling. I just kind of write fics for my own enjoyment. :)