Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 1

KYLEE POV

Night fall came, and my shift was long over. I was almost joyed enough to skip to my damn dream car. Ah... The '67 Chevy Impala. My favorite muscle car of all time. I guess you could say in a bit obsessed with cars, but I'm not... If that makes any sense at all.

"See ya', Glenda!" I waved at the tired looking receptionist.

"Bye, girl." She replied, waving.

I had my jacket in one hand, and the Impala keys in the other. I was ready to get to my apartment. Decked out with demon traps, salt lines, and a crap ton of other stuff. What? You can never be too paranoid. Did I say paranoid? I meant safe.

Unlocking my baby, I threw my crap in the back seat, and went to the trunk. I had this sinking feeling someone was watching me. Hunter instincts. Gotta love 'em.

"Is there anybody out there?" I shouted, acting half scared.

Bushes moved, creating a ruckus. I chuckled to myself. Of course, I'm not the stupid blonde that goes to look around without a weapon. Nope. I'm the dumb blonde that searches for the creature with a weapon!

More bushes rustled. I opened my trunk, seeing the empty trunk. Well, to someone who didn't see the lines outlining a small cover, than it'd be empty. There was this thin cover over a shit ton of weapons. Hell, not just weapons, but things that were probably illegal in almost every state in the US. Again, I chuckled to myself, and flipped open the cover. Arsenal covered the entire bottom of my trunk. I picked up a double barrel shot gun, a silver knife, and rock salt just in case. I put the knife in my back pocket, and tried to keep the gun hidden.

More leaves rustled, and I turned to where it was. Before closing the trunk, I grabbed my LED flashlight. Safety is a virtue.

"Hello?" I whined like a normal person would.

I shined the flashlight through the bushes, seeing nothing. I turned back, only I see someone leaning on my Baby. I walked calmly over to my car, shining the light in the culprits face. It was just a man in his early thirties, his hands shoved into his pockets.

To be sure he was completely 'there' I whispered something, "Christo."

The man flinched, and his eyes turned completely black. Like pools of ink, they were on me.

"You're a smart girl, hunter. Really smart. Almost to smart for your own good." His voice seemed eerily familiar. I looked at him, searching for answers.

"Azazel. I thought Dean killed you with the Colt." I said.

"Oh. But, now you're wrong." His eyes flashed yellow.

I aimed my gun, ready to shoot. I moved my finger against the trigger. Before I squeezed, his skin changed to his true form; a 30 year old man, somewhat normal looking. It wasn't a demon at all.

"Trickster." I growled, shooting him in the heart.

The trickster looked at his wound, then at me with a smirk, "You should know that won't work."

"Yeah, I know." I pulled the hidden pine stake from my pocket, and charged at the trickster, "That was to confuse you." I jammed the thing into his heart, making him cringe then fall. He just looked dead, tired and dead.

I grabbed his ankles, and pulled him to the middle of the road. I'm surprised no one saw this.

I went back to my car and grabbed a pack of matches, gasoline, and salt. Gotta salt and burn the body.

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After my encounter with the Trickster, I drove to my studio apartment. I moved around a ton, so I didn't need much space. Aside from the small closet that I hid extra weapons in...