Hunters

First Time Team

-the pic above is the main female character and what she is wearing-

"How do you kill a Ruberu?" Jackson asks, nearly tripping over a tree stump.

"By lighting their asses on fire," I said semi-sarcastically.

Jackson Gilbert is my childhood friend, growing up we spent most of our days training and learning all we could before we reached the age to start hunting.

Currently Jackson and I are hunting down a Ruberu in the middle of Burnes, Texas. The area is quite secluded, surrounded by thick forestry. People often come out here to camp and party, the Ruberu picking off the stragglers from those groups.

"There, the cabin," Jackson pointed over to my left at an aged cabin.

I nodded my head and began to walk towards the cabin, stopping in my tracks as a blinding stench filled my nose, " Get your lighter out, we might have to fight sooner than I thought," I said, I brought my hand up to my nose, trying to close off the smell.

Slowly stepping forward, reaching the door of the cabin, I looked over at Jax (Jackson), he was ready. Before I could open the door, it flew open, causing me to loose my footing and fall to the ground, I yelled in pain, when landing, a rock decided to lodge itself into my rib.

"JACKSON LIGHT IT UP!" I yelled, hoping he didn't freeze up again.

Quickly I launched myself up, nearly falling back down again, putting my hand up to my rib, I could tell it was broken. We don't have time for this right now, focus on the main objective, looking around I saw Jackson on the ground wrestling with the monster on top of him. As I reached for the blade on my right side a gun shot boomed through the tree's, the monster wailed in pain and ran before Jackson and I could react.

Hearing two sets of footsteps walking towards us, I grabbed the gun out of the holster on my right hip, "Who the hell are you?" I said, pointing my gun at the two men walking out from the tree's.

"Their hunters," The tall one with shoulder length hair whispered.

"What you are hunting is a Ruberú, that gun won't do you any good, they can only be killed with fire," The shorter, more scruffy one said.

Smirking I reached around to my left hip, pulling out a small fragile looking knife. Sliding my thumb over the handle the knife quickly lengthened to a sword, moving my thumb once more, flames explode from the blade, "If I were you, I would say I'm quite prepared."

Both men looked shocked..good,

"Now who the hell are you?"

"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean, we're hunters, like you two," Sam, the tall one, said.

Sam stepped closer and held out his hand for me to shake, "And you are?" He said, still holding out his hand.

"None of your damn business," I said, taking a slight step back.

"Look we're just trying to help, it seems both of us are tracking the same case," Sam said, lowering his hand

"We don't need you help," I said, lowering the gun and walking over to Jackson, helping him up from the ground.

"Looks like you do from our point of view, you're injured and your boyfriend over there looks like he is about to piss his pants," The shorter one, Dean spoke up.

" Injuries are part of the job," I said, glaring over at him.

Holstering the gun and disarming the blade, I looked around. I glanced at Jackson, he really did look like he was about to piss his pants, he isn't the bravest of the bunch but he is the book nerd and tech guy of the two of us. He uses laptops for research, I use them for something completely different,