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Chapter 1

Deans POV

Another vampire hunt. Great. I couldn't wait to get these mother-suckers dead so I could go back to the motel- and the vibrating bed. Damn were those things comfortable.
It was an ironically sunny day in the run down area of Chicago, Illinois that we had decided to blitz the nest in their sleep. Hopefully they were asleep, I mean, who knows.
"Dean."
My brothers voice broke me from my inner monologue.
He pointed to the building of the nest with a 'facepalm' look on his face.
"Right. I knew- I saw it." I grumbled at him, pulling up next to the back door and quietly shutting off the engine.
I flashed Sam one of my wide grins.
"Ready to chop some sons of bitches?" I said as we got out of the car, my baby, machete in hand and prepared to tear the monsters inside the abandoned area apart.

Bree's POV

It was sunny, yes daytime, but I had a feeling that the nest was up. Alert. Ready. I side glanced at my sister Gabby. She was already crouching under the window of the abandoned building, absentmindedly stroking the blade of her machete. We had pulled up from the side, climbing the fire escape to the third floor, leaving Dana in the motel room. She was utterly confused about something but wouldn't talk to either of us about it. Angels. Anyways we were going to flush the vampires down and out, the building had no basement. At least that's what we assumed. We didn't know that much about the case, if you could call it that. It was more of an infestation we had been told about through the hunters grapevine and decided to take care of.
Gabby nudged me suddenly, and motioned that she was going to unlatch the window and go inside, and for me to watch. Okay it wasn't all of that, but from unspoken language and repetition, I got what she meant when she waved her hand a certain way.
She reached her hand up onto the window and slid it up, silently climbing in. I held up my machete, glancing around at the littered streets below to make sure no one saw our entrance. We'd been involved with the cops before and it was never a pretty sight. Some shifter had pretended to be my sister and killed a bunch of people once. It was damn tricky to get her out of that mess.
Once Gabby was inside I followed with light steps, closing the window behind me without taking my eyes off the room in front of me. This one was empty, as we had noticed when scoping out the joint. It was an easy entrance.
We had just reached the door to the hall when screaming, hissing and shouting erupted from under us.
"Take the main floor- I'll search second." Gabby said quickly and took off down the hall and the flight of stairs.
Following her, I quickened my pace and actually jumped from the second landing down to first, slicing the head clean off one of the creatures as I fell. Spinning to face the rest of the floor, I saw a swarm of them and immediately began thinning the crowd out, dodging and kicking as they flung themselves at me until their heads were taken off by my blade. I got through the worst of them, trying to escape to higher ground and started to swing at another when I noticed it holding a machete of its own, killing others. Realizing it was another hunter, I spun again to take care of more of the vampires. While fighting, I noticed there was another hunter picking off the spawn beside the one I had almost killed. What the hell were they doing here?

Gabbys POV

The floor seemed empty. With the shouts and cries happening under me, I searched the rooms as quick as possible to join Bree downstairs. I only found a few human bodies in the rooms, blood drained and corpses decomposing already. I ran down to join my sister, though the cries of agony had stopped.
"Bree?" I called out as I jumped off the landing, finding her standing in pools of blood with two men. I froze, momentarily, but quickly reached for my gun by instinct at the sight of them.

"Woah woah woah hold it there." one had pulled out his gun already, pointing it at me and I stopped. He looked to Bree then back at me. "Who the hell are you?"
He was sort of tall, not really. Lightly spiked ashen hair parted carefully on his head, and bright green eyes that held mine with an intense gaze. I felt something weird stir inside of me.
"I should be asking you the same question bro." I said sarcastically, Bree shooting me a look of he can kill you you idiot shut up.
"Okay everyone calm down." The other guy spoke softly. He was a lot taller than the one with the gun, longer dark brown hair just skimming his shoulders and a broad stance that made him look like- well a moose to be honest. "We don't want any trouble. Dean, put the gun down."
"Put it down? She tried to pull one on me!" Dean glowered harder at me.
"Hey I don't know who the hell you are so-"
Bree cut me off. "She didn't mean to, she got scared and-"
"Me? Scared? Bree just shut up." I said to her and Dean looked at the other guy who just nodded his head. He lowered the gun.
"I'm sorry but if you don't mind me asking, who are you?" The tall man asked, much more polite than the other.
"I'm surprised you don't know us." Bree laughed slightly. "We're pretty well known in the hunter realm"
Dean cocked his eyebrow. "Name?"
"Greenwich. Gabby and Bree Greenwich." I answered, pride in my voice.
"Never heard of you." Dean said. The other shook his head at the name.
I paused. Did they live in a cave? "Greenwich." I said again, slowly, still receiving blank looks. "Saved the world? Locked the Devil back in the cage? I mean I let him out-"
"We. We did." Bree interrupted again.
"-but anyways how haven't you heard of us?"
The two looked at each other strangely.
"You let out Satan and put him back in he cage?" Dean said, as if not believing me. The other man looked confused.
"Well yeah." I frowned. Seriously, had they not been freaking alive for the past, I don't know, decade?
"We did that." Tall guy told us, as if not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

Sam's POV
There they were. Two girls standing in front of us, claiming to have done what we had. I didn't know if I was more glad that someone else felt blame for it, or confused as to why they said they had done it.
"What are you talking about?" The one called Bree looked taken back.
"Sam. Dean. Winchester. Just like you said. Saved the world. Freed then damned Lucifer?" Dean said and curiosity now dawned on his face. I could see that my brother was now taking this seriously. They weren't budging from their story.
"Dean do you think Cas might know anything about this?" I asked and he looked at me and I shrugged. "I-Maybe they've been brainwashed to think that they've do-"
"Brainwashed?" The other girl who was
the other half of 'Gabby and Bree Greenwich', if that really was their names, spat angrily. "If anyone here has been brainwashed its you, you lying-"
"Chill, Gabby." Bree told her, obviously becoming wary as well. I didn't know why, but I felt some sort of connection to the girl. Not in a sexual way, more of a spiritual manner. She looked sort of familiar too, with long wavy hair, kind of like mine when it was short, but it was bright violet. Her eyes were blue but there were hints of hazel that I could detect even standing as far away as I was.
"Dean I think we should call Cas." I repeated, hoping he would do so with whatever 'profound bond' they shared since the angel had pulled him out of hell.
"Who the hell is 'cas'? One of your hunter friends?" Gabby snorted. She was a pretty girl, just like the other one, but her hair was simply dark brown and cut into swooping bangs. Her judging eyes were a deep brown that seemed to swallow everything up into their chocolatey void. "You going to call someone else up to call us brainwashed you idiot?"

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