Chapter One
I must not be normal. Any normal person that sees a couple of guys on television, acused murderers to boot, would never consider meeting them. And that is just one of the reasons why I'm completely insane. But ever since I saw the Winchesters' faces on the boob tube a few years back, I've been following their story very closely. I'd googled 'Sam and Dean Winchester' and you know what came up? Fanfiction! Being a natural investigater and compulsive sleuth, I had to read it all. But gotta find the roots and all first. I scanned through a few, of course, and that was what really piqued my interest. These people didn't seem to be writing just simple fics about real people. The way they described not only the Winchesters, but the other characters...the level of their deveoloppment blew my mind. But oh my god THE OTHER CHARACTERS. That's what really got me. Everyone had the same characters, you know, besides the Winchesters. And it was almost always the same cases, just different details.
So I googled a little more. As it turns out, this guy, Carver Edlund had written novels about Sam and Dean. Everything was there. The characters, the cases, the trauma...everything. I had to get my hands on copies of Supernatural. No, I NEEDED to. And my shock when I found out that he never continued after Swan Song. A little disappointing, true. Doesn't mean I didn't stock up on the already printed books. Jesus those things are hard to find. But I lived in that world, the version of America that only Sam and Dean had been able to see, had been able to experience. I resided in this mystical United States filled with monsters until yesterday.
My neighbor died. Or rather, was murdered. Nasty scene too. Having dabbled with hunting, I could tell this wasn't normal. I mean, murders in this part of Nevada are few and far between, but this was especially strange. Kinda....supernatural. And after I'd finished talking with tons of cops, my dream came true. The very same 1967 Chevy Impala that I'd been mentally driving around in for years was in front of my house. And who stepped out of this gorgeous car?
THE ONE AND ONLY SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER!
I watched as they spoke amongst themselves as they walked up the path to my front door, watched as Sam reached his hand out and knocked. I tiptoed to the door, unscrewing the cap on my flask of holy water. I slowly opened the door, pitching the water at the brothers before they could say anything. Sam wiped his eyes, looking at me curiously. He bit his lip in contemplation, before leaning in.
"Hunter?" He whispered in a hushed tone. I shook my head sightly, and both Winchesters furrowed their brows.
"Well...not entirely. I know all about you guys; you're the Winchesters, right? I read the books. The names Jay by the way." Dean's gaze was still locked on me and I couldn't help but feel small under it. The older Winchester looked completely unsatisfied with my response, the corners of his lips curving downward in a grimace. Clearly he thought I was playing games.
"Not entirely? Hunting is an all or nothing thing...Jay. It's not like you can just have a normal day job and with a family and a pet and then on weekends you're a hunter. It just isn't possible for anyone to 'not entirely' be a hunter. And even if it is, hunting is like, no, is hell in a handbasket, and that's on good day. So if you can turn back, do it now. We don't need another half-wit, crazed fan risk their life 'cause they thought the books were cool." I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze hard as I stared at Dean.
"Half-wit? Umm no. Crazed? Definitely not. Books were cool? Absolutely. Do I want to hunt because of them? Maybe just a little. Am I turning back? Not even an option. Look, I have something good going on here and I'm not going to leave that good thing behind just because you want me to. It's been my life for quite some time, it's all I've had for a long time, so I'm not giving it up. I have this whole thing and- wait, why am I explaining myself to you? Forget it. " I shook my head, I was not going to explode in front of my two most favourite people on this earth. Perhaps after Bobby that is.
