"For fucks sakes!" The petite brunette growled lunging in front of the young teen backed into a corner, swinging her tire iron at the spirit causing it to disappear. She Grabbed the young teen dragging him back to his family that was in that circle of salt.
"What the hell did I tell you? I said and I quote 'To stay in the circle NO MATTER WHAT' no matter what how hard is that to understand?" The girl then continued her work making sure the Olsen family was safe enough to leave the Salt enclosure before rushing them out of the house. She instructed them to find somewhere safe to stay for the night with all windows and doors salted until she contacted them. The Olsens called out their appreciations to the hunter as she walked to her car. She sped off to the cemetery with a shovel, can of gas, and a bag of salt riding shotgun. After salting and burning the bones of the spirit hunting the Olsen Family, she drove back to her motel room calling them to let them know they were safe before she turned in for the night.
*****Sam's pov*****
I woke up before dean as usual, needing to get a jump start on looking at the cases ahead of us. As I wait for the coffee to brew I open up my laptop, this town has two cases a ghost and werewolf it seems. Grabbing my fresh cup of joe I compile some information, articles and lore to show dean when he wakes up. I went out to grab grub and just as I came back dean was waking up. Dean chows down on his breakfast as i explain what I found;
"So get this, there's house can never keep any residents for anything over a month. The original owner cursed anyone who would try to move into his house. His name is Jonathan A Todbetrüger,"
"So lets salt and burn the body get it over with." Dean said with his mouth full.
"Yeah, then there's also been three bodies in the past three days, all turning up mauled in a park with their hearts missing."
"So werewolf. Well let's get ready" dean said standing up walking towards the bathroom
***
With our suits on we made our way out of the room towards baby.
"So let's take care of Jonathan A Todbetrüger then head over to the coroner." I said looking at my notes.
"You have got to be kidding me! I bet they call that piece of trash a classic!" Dean exclaims. When I look up I see what dean is freaking out over, a red 1974 Volkswagen Thing.
"Dude its just a car. You probably won't ever see it again anyway." I said getting in the car. He blasts his music as he angrily mumbles under his breath about the car. Once we arrive to the grave sight we notice smoke.
"What the hell?" we say in unison jumping out of the car hurrying to the grave. Only to find it already dug up with the burnt casket open only containing the smoking ash of the remains.
"Eh, less work for us!" Dean said shrugging his shoulders turning away.
I caught his arm "do you know what this means?"
"Yeah Sam, someone already took care of it. So, now we don't have to."
"Yeah but it also means there's another hunter in town."
***
As we wait for the coroner discussing possibilities of the case, I notice a woman around our age make her way into the coroner's office. She is short about 5'5" with long brown hair pulled to the side with very familiar hazel eyes wearing pencil skirt, heels, and a blazer. I nudged Dean getting him to notice her, we both stood up and straighten our monkey suits trying to look professional as possible. Dean of course is already checking her out doing his side tilt and grin. I cleared my throat getting dean to focus, on cue we both grab and flash our FBI badges. Just as we did this so did she. Taken aback by this dea and i looked at each other both trying to figure out what to do, she quickly used this to her advantage.
"I am Agent Christo, your Supervisor asked me to take over this case as I have worked similar ones before, very open-shut case nothing too exciting." she said quickly walking passed us.
Taken back yet again, we shook it off and looked at each other "Hunter!" We scurried into the morgue towards the Striking brunette hunter. Dean went in with flirting; "So sweetheart what's your real name?" he grinned leaning on the table that contained the body she was examining. "Agent Annabell Christo of the FBI, Any other questions Agent..."
"Agent Collins but i'm ..."
"Okay then Agent Collins I suggest you stop intervening before I report you for obstruction." as her said this I noticed the tattoo behind her ear, of the latin symbol for Protection Against Spiritual Energy.
"Haven?" I asked out of shock. She spun around a look of fear and shock in her eyes. Deans jaw fell tears in his eyes. "Haven Wesson?" she spun back towards him tears in her eyes "Dean Winchester?"
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