Third Generation {Third book in the "Born to Be a Hunter" Series}

Uncle Adam

Sunny and I had run into a few vamps and werewolves and I pulled out my pistol and used the blade. Sunny was real tired by sundown and I told him to sleep and I would take the first watch.

He got to sleep for about an hour before I heard more footsteps and growls. I tapped him and grabbed my blade, "Sunny. Wake up."

We both stood and 5 human like creatures walked close to us. We stood back to back and waited for them to make their moves.

"Winchester." One said, stepping forward. "And angel vessel? This is going to take good!" The monster's whole face turned into a giant mouth.

"Leviathan. I heard about y'all. But the question is, when I kill you in monster heaven, where do you go?"

That one rushed me and I sliced its growling head off. "Anyone else wanna try?" I panted.

They all came at me and Sunny at once, but eventually, more joined in and we were impossibly out numbered. I pushed Sunny behind me and we backed up until we hit a tree.

"Dammit!" I grumbled, putting my body to shield Sunny's.

Just as we were about to be ripped to shreds, acid like rain came down on the Leviathan and burned them worse than holy water would burn me.

People with masks came out of nowhere and cut off all the Leviathan's heads. Once all were dead, the humans stood in a line in front of Sunny and me like a wall. I stepped aside and stared at the line.

"Commander, the newcomers are safe!" a man in a mask called, remaining still.

Another masked human stepped in front of the line. Her hair spilled out the sides of her mask and she walked with a limp.

"Jay?" she asked with a cajun accent, her mask muffling her voice.

Only one person called me that, "Kat?" She lifted her mask and pulled me into her famous half-hug.

"Man, you look different." She laughed, pointing at me.

"Well, having a baby will do that to you." I said.

She looked behind me, "Matt?" He looked at me then at Kat.

"That's why I'm here. Matt was ripped out of Sunny here and I know he's here."

Kat nodded, "Okay, we'll find him. But first, you guys must be hungry." Sunny stepped around me.

"Starving!" he growled.

*

Kat brought us to a camp where about three-hundred people were eating around a bonfire. She handed me and Sunny wooden bowls full of some type of meat stew. She brought us over to a group of guys my age, with one guy telling a story and said, "And I tore her ass up."

Kat punched the back of his shoulder, "You wish, Harry." She sat on that guy's lap and continued to talk, "Guys, I like you to meet my friend, Jackline Winchester."

"Winchester?" a younger boy about sixteen years asked. "Like Sam and Dean Winchester?"

I nodded, "Dean's my dad."

Sunny grabbed my arm, "Hey, I'm heading over there for a sec." I nodded and listened to the guys talk about things they've heard about Dean and Sam.

Eventually one asked a question about me, "Is it true that you're a demon?"

I nodded, "Half actually. Born that way."

"That's so rad!" Harry said, holding up his hand for a high-five. I looked at him for a minute then shook my head and he shrugged his hand down.

We continued to talk until drums started to play and the bonfire raged higher. I stood and watched as a human shadow formed in the middle of the flames. The figure stepped out of the fire and walked on the ground unharmed and not flaming. All the camp members knelt with their heads bowed and I was the only one still standing.

The man; he looked familiar. So damn familiar. He had dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and he stood about six foot tall. His nose is what made him familiar. It was sharp and chiseled like Sam's, like Dean's, like mine.

"Hello, Master." The whole camp said in unison.

"Hello, my children." The man replied looking over the kneeling crowd. It wasn't long before he spotted me and instantly, his expression hardened. "And welcome, newcomer. Kathrine, is this the one who was stirring up the forest?"

"Yes, sir." She answered, kneeling in front of him. He walked to me, his eyes examining me over and over.

"You look very familiar. Do I know you?" the man asked. "How rude of me! I'm Adam, Adam Milligan."

"Oh my God." I gasped.

He shook his head, "What's wrong?"

"I'm Jackline." I said, my heart racing. He waved his hand to keep going. "Jackline Winchester."

"Dean's daughter." My eyes flashed black. "And a demon, no less."