My Adventures With The Winchesters

Chapter One

 "I just wanted to live a normal life." I whisper to my self as I  drive up to the asylum in my '67 scarlet Chevy Impala. My eye catches on something siting just outside of the gate. Another car. A black '67 Chevy Impala. Parking my car, I go study it. The car is banged up, old and is in a little better shape than mine.

My name is Amy Camble. I have a sweet face, blue-green eyes, long blond hair, full lips, skinny body, and a sarcastic and loving manner about me. I'm also a hunter. Not the kind of hunter that hunts animals. Hunting is the thing that you would do if your family was killed off by a demon or, your sister was turned in to a vampire. Those are the monsters that you used to believe were under your bed when you were a kid. Ghosts, vamps, wendigo's, ghouls, werewolves and more are real. I used to live a normal life but one night the impossible happened. Someone broke in to my house and killed my two kids. The person was my ex-husband who was possessed by a demon. I was lucky to get out alive. After this happened, I thought that I was just crazy and didn't know what happened until my best friend told me that there were monsters in this world. She was the one that taught me how to kill everything. Now I work for the FBI. After going through all of the training I got paired up with another hunter. That was a relief for me. Now I'm in the field with him at my side, the only reason why he is not here with me at this time is because he got pounded by a demon and is resting up, back at my house.

Stepping out of my car, opening the trunk, grabbing the duffel bag that is there at all times, and opening the compartment where my spare tire used to be but is now filled with all of the things I need for hunting. Holy water, spray-paint, chalk, salt gun, salt bullets and regular, iron chains, flash light, knife, regular gun, salt. What am I forgetting? Gasoline, and my lighter one more thing. I pull out a brand new Italian rapier from its box. The thing was coted in silver and the trace work on the guard was fantastic. After closing the trunk, I set off to the gate with the bag over my shoulder. As I was just about to jump the fence I heard a sound. I looked over at the gate. It was swinging back and forth with the chain laying on the ground. Why didn't I think of that? Letting go of the fence I walk through the gate and into the asylum.

Walking through the hallway of the asylum was by far the worst experience ever. First, the smell, it was human decay, mold, and a hint of something I couldn't put my finger on. Second was the way it looked, the hall was smeared in different places with something black. Things were tipped over and the rooms were a mess, with papers stuck permanently to the ground with the bed ripped up, sometimes there was a person in the room. I walked passed those rooms quickly. "BANG" swiveling on my heal I looked behind me with my sword by my side. No one. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turn back around and look into the face of a man. The next thing that happened was water splashed me in my face.

"Can you not do that." I wipe my face with my hand. Walking into one of the rooms I looked in the mirror. Good, my makeup was not messed up.

"Sorry about that. I'm a little paranoid about ..." the man stopped talking. He was tallish, with light brown short hair, green eyes that looked worried, a square jaw that had a little stubble. He had on a plain black shirt with a white, brown, and red plaid button up shirt with a dark green jacket on. His pants were old. He had tan lace-up work boots on.

"Paranoid about what? Demons? Yah who isn't." he looked confused "I'm a hunter." Pushing past him I start walking back down the hall. He runs after me.

"Who are you?"

"Amy Camble. You?" I question him. Attaching my rapier back to my belt I hold my flash light out for both of us.

"Dean Winchester." As I flash my light around the hall movement catches my attention. Shining my light in the direction of the figure. I notice it's a man in a trench coat with it flapping behind him. As he gets closer he slows down, he is breathing hard. He sets his hands on his hips then bending down takes a deep breath. This man is short, with crazy brown hair, sky blue eyes that seemed like they had seen everything happen, he has a strong jaw with a cleft chin. His clothing is all business with a white button-down shirt, dress pants, black dress shoes, a dinner jacket, a navy-blue tie that had been done incorrectly, and on top of that was the tan trench coat.

"Dean, I can't find Sam. We were walking and my flash light suddenly when out. When the flashlight came back on Sam was just gone." He took a deep breath of air, his eyes darted to me "Who is this."

"This is ...." Dean looks over.

" I'm Amy, you are..." I ask while sticking out my hand to him. he takes it.

 "This is Castiel but you can call him Cas," he introduces us then he whispers to himself, "Sam why do you always do this."

"Dean there is no need to worry about Sam. We'll find him." Castiel says coolly. The air turns bitterly cold, I can see my breath, and my flashlight starts to flicker. Matter of fact everyone's starts to. Setting down my bag I get my chains out and lay them in a circle around us. While doing this I almost trip over my rapier so I set it against the wall along with my bag. Finishing the circle, I hop in.

"You might want to get in guys. A ghost is coming." They got in Dean pulled out his gun and Castiel pulls a blade out of somewhere in his trench coat. "That won't do anything if it is not silver or iron."

"It's an angel blade."

"Well is made of iron or silver?"

"No, but it can kill anything."

"Ghosts are already dead!" He opens his mouth to try and come up with a comeback. Then closes it. "Do you smell that," Sniffing the air, I ask Dean, "it smells like blood." Turning I face Dean and gasp. There is a creature standing right behind him. It's a man in a straitjacket , his neck is sliced open and oozing blood, the thing is very tall as well. Dean senses my panic and looks. He tries to shoot it, nothing happens.

"Dang it, I'm out of bullets."

"Did you face our friend here when you were alone?" Cas asks with a bit of worry in his voice.

"Maybe ... that's not important now we need a weapon"

"I'm going to try the blade and see if that works"

"You're just going to make it mad" the warning did nothing. Men never listen to girls. Cas stabbed it or tried to because it grabbed the blade and flung it aside. It got angry and started to creep closer and closer.

"I hate doing this." I close my eyes and concentrate on my rapier that I left laying on the wall. Come on you can do this. The blade lifts unsteadily into the air, then over to me. When it reaches me, I am almost ready to pass out but I grab it and being sick of the ghost bumping up against chains, I slice it in half. Then everything goes black.