Chapter One
I awoke to a wet tongue licking my cheek.
"Ugh! Day!" I yelled as I gently pushed the Spaniel puppy from my face. She barked as a response. I gave a smirk and petted her head gently. She licked my hand and I got up. She jumped off the bed and landed roughly. She was a beautiful dog. She was three months old and had brown fur. Her ears had slight curls to them, and she had hazel eyes. I had found her on a road leaving a case. She was hardly two weeks old. She was probably the runt of the pack, but I took her with me. She was actually a good dog. Besides when she woke me up and tore my stuff up. I sighed and I got out of the bed. I looked around the motel room. It wasn't the worst I had, but it certainly wasn't the best. It was painted a light pink, which made me resent it. The bed was satisfying enough though because it felt like I was sleeping on the clouds. Today was the first job in a couple of weeks. I needed one. I had become a Hunter when I was eight, and now at thirteen, I couldn't think of anything else.
I guess I began Hunting because I wanted two things. To find my father and kill the evil son of a bitch that killed my mother. But then I found out that the demon that killed her was already dead, so now I was just searching for my father. I had this letter from my mother that explained everything. How my father was a Hunter who had saved my mother's life, and how I was the product of an unprotected one night stand. Then it explained how I had to find him, and how to do that. He would be where ever the paranormal was. I had to follow that track, and I would find him eventually. Of course, it wasn't an easy job. When I eight I started to research and experiment with what weapons worked and which ones didn't. Then came with the real jobs and finding real weapons and so forth.
This job was at a school called St. Celia's High-school. There had been two deaths there in the same week, both in the same place. They had been ruled as suicides, but my gut told me it was a case. I had hacked the server and put myself as an exchange ninth grade student. I was thirteen, and I would not fit into this school, I could just tell. It was in the rich part of New Orleans and I probably knew classic bands that the girls there would think were satanist cults. To top all of that off, I had to wear an uniform. It had a white blouse with a dark blue plaid tie that matched the skirt. I groaned in displeasure. I sighed and got on the uniform. It was October, but Louisiana was hot and humid, one of the most uncomfortable climate ever. I went over to the mirror and parted my brunette hair with red highlights in it to the side. My light brown, almost golden eyes, stared at me.
"Okay Samantha," I sighed to myself. "Don't kill any prep school bitch." I smirked and ran out of the bathroom. I threw my Nirvana book-sack over my shoulder. It had band pins all over it, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Kansas, Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance and so many more. I loved rock with a passion but also had a secret love for bands like Mumford & Sons and the Lumineers. I started to the door and Day trotted on the side of me. I crouched down and petted her. "You can't come with me." She whined. "No none of that. I know we haven't been separated ever, but I promise that I'll be back. Be a good girl... And don't tear up my shit." She jumped on my knee and licked underneath my chin. I giggled and petted her one last time. "Bye girl." I got up and walked out the door. I locked it behind me and headed towards the school.
The school was two blocks away from my motel, so it wasn't that big of a walk. I had my black converse on with knee-high socks. I got to the parking lot to see a '67 Impala.
"No freaking way," I mumbled to myself. I walked up to it and began to check it out. It was in perfect shape. I smiled and crouched down a bit to examine more. That was my dream car right there... Well that or a '69 Mustang. Then I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see a man in a suit. In his thirties, brunette hair, dark blue eyes, taller than me. It all rushed through my head at once.
"Oh um... Hi?" I said innocently.
"You checking out my car?" I gave a fake stammer.
"S-sorry sir." He gave a smirk.
"It's fine kid. Do you like it?" I nodded eagerly.
"Its my dream car. I've literally always wanted one like it." He cocked his head and looked at my book-sack which I dropped to examine his car.
"Classic rock fan?"
"And some new rock." He smiled. He reached in his pocket and as his coat opened, I saw a gun. I kept a calm mien because no regular girl would notice that. I looked up at him as he took out a FBI badge. Fake. I thought to myself. He defiantly wasn't FBI.
"I'm Agent Coulson. Do you mine if I ask you some questions?"
"Ummmmm, sure. But I have a question too. Why are you named after a character in Marvel movies?"
"I was Coulson before that dude," he answered. I gave a small smiled. "Now what is your name?"
"Samantha Landry," I lied.
"Good. Now what do you know about the two girls who died here last week?"
"Ummmm not much sorry. I'm just starting today." He raised an eyebrow.
"Your parents still want you here after that?"
"Yeah. I mean we've been signed up for a while. And plus they were suicides, I would never do that," I gave the innocent girl act a new level of pathetic.
"I think you should get out of here," he said in a low tone.
"Why?" My voice sounded more commanding than I wanted it to. He raised an eyebrow. "I think I should get to class. Nice meeting you." He seemed convinced with this and I walked towards the school. Close call.
3rd POV
Dean Winchester walked up to his brother.
"What is it?" Sam asked. He shook his head.
"There was this girl...."
"Dean these are highschoolers!" Sam interrupted.
"Let me finish. I mean there was a girl who was thirteen who was very suspicious."
"How was she suspicious?"
"She was acting to innocent."
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And there was my first chapter. Please vote and comment. Okay well bye. I would like to thank Ari_forev for the awesome trailer!
