The Winchester girl

Chaper 1: the begining

I can't see it, so either I'm safe or about to die. I lean against the cold tree, as the night breeze blows on my face. I listen for it, I can't hear a thing, so I turn around and look. I don't see it.

Just then, I hear leave rustle above me and she drops down onto me from above. The vamp is on top of me, snarling and growling. Her fangs are out and glistening, she still has blood around her mouth from the last feed.

I wrestle her until I have overpowered her and I'm on her. She scratches my face, but it doesn't phase me. In one fell swoop, I grab the machete off the ground and slice her head off, the only way to kill a vamp.

I get off the corpse, and see my clothes are covered in blood. Damn, I really liked this flannel. I wipe the blood off my face and limp back to my motel room. I know, I'm only 16, and you have to be 18 to rent a motel, but that's why they have fake IDs.

I know, what the hell is a 16 year old girl, doing being a hunter on her own? Well it wasn't my first choice but it's what I have to do, ever since the incident.

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I was merely 13 years old, I loved with my mother. I loved her so much, she was the best mother I could have imagined. I didn't know my dad, I always thought he was dead.

I came home from a tough day at school, and I wanted to talk to my mother. I walk in the kitchen, to find my mom with a wicked smile. "Mom what's going on?" I asked her, very scared.

I won't forget those eyes. Those black eyes. Her eyes flashed black and then back to normal, she pounced on me with a knife in hand. "What's wrong jenny? Talk to mommy!" She laughs as I cry. I had no clue what was going on.

Just then, a man busts into my house, a pistol in hand. "Get of the girl!" The man says. My mother laughed. "What do you plan to do with that?" She said. "It's the colt bitch." The man said. My mother laughs again, stabs herself and a black fog rushes out of her mouth. My mothers dead body laid on the floor as I lay there shaking.

"Hey there, you don't know me, but I'm bobby. I knew your daddy, and he said if anything happened, I had to care for ya." He said. I grab his hand, and with that I'm thrust into the world of hunting.

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That was how I learned everything I know. I'm a fairly good hunter, bobby taught me a lot, how to kill almost anything and how to care for myself. When I was 15 I left, I didn't want to burden him anymore. So I've been on my own for a year and a half.

When I left bobby I did take one thing with me. A letter from my father. It has to go to a couple of guys called Sam and Dean, should I ever run into them. I have never opened it, and I had no desire to.

I stop all the memories and I decide to shower in the dirty bathroom. I wash all the blood, dirt and sweat off me. I use the gross smelling motel soap, because it's better than nothing.

I step out of the shower and look in the mirror. I notice dark circles under my green eyes. I have long eyelashes and defined eyebrows. My jaw line and cheek bones are defined, but still look very girly. My lips are a light pink and very full and my hair is dirty blonde, going down to my waist. Before I hunt I usually braid it so it doesn't get caught on anything.

I'm roughly 5'3" and I weigh about 130 lbs. I'm fairly skinny, all my weight is muscle, being a huntress is a great workout. I usually eat heathy, it's easier to not get killed by something when your healthy.

I run a brush through my hair and throw on some clothes. All my clothes are the same. Flannels with camisoles,leggings, jeans, and boots. I have a leather jacket for when it's cold, but that's mostly it. These clothes are fairly sturdy and let me move. It's easier not to get killed when you can run fast.

I crawl into my bed and fall asleep there. I tend to sleep like a rock, but have horrid nightmares of the things I've seen in my days. Being a huntress has caused me to see things I wished no one else ever had to see.

I get up in the morning, and throw on a red flannel, black camisole and black leggings. I tie up my black timberland boots and braid my hair. I can't help but think I kinda look like a badass.

I leave the motel, and throw my things into my backpack and go out to fight. I believe I found the demon who killed my mom, and I'm ready for the sweet revenge, I have been waiting so long to serve.

I throw salt, a gun, a bottle of holy water and a knife covered in dead mans blood in my bag. Those are the best weapons I have as of now. My machete was bent up and rendered useless after last night, so I leave it behind. My fake IDs are in my wallet and I'm good to go.

There were omens surrounding the house I'm going to. I hope that son of a bitch is in there. It's time it faced me and got what it deserved. I can't kill a demon, but I can send it straight back to the fiery depths of hell.

I find myself outside the house, unable to move. This is the moment I have been training for. I slowly open the door to see a girl, with clod black eyes drinking what looked similar to red wine, only it wasn't.

"Long time no see jenny." She says with a smile. "Yeah, too long. I reply. I hold a net in my hands. This net has a devils trap painted on it. "Oh, your still bitter after the whole 'stabbing your mother and ruining your life thing' aren't you?" She asks casualy, as if it's an over reaction.

I get pissed and I throw the net at her, and smile, because I know she's trapped. "Nope. I'm over it." I retort smugly. Her cold eyes look at me with anger and hate, as she grips the net, hoping for an escape.

Suddenly, she smiles at me. "You forgot one thing baby cakes." She purrs. She cuts at the rope with a knife, breaking the trap. "Demons can have knives." She says as she laughs.

She jumps me and knocks me out cold. I wake up, tied in a chair, at this point, I know I am royally screwed. "Well, ready to finish what we started three and a half years ago?" She asks as she lightly twirls the knife on her finger. "Ready as you are." I respond. I know I'm going to die tonight, so I can't give her anymore satisfaction than that.

"Let's begin with that pretty little symbol you love to put everywhere." The demon says as carves a devils trap into my upper arm. I wince in pain, but I know it's going to get so much worse.

I make peace with death, I know today I'll see a reaper. There is no saving me now, at least I get to see my mother again, in heaven.

"And one on your pretty little neck." The demon coos. She begins to cut my neck, just before she hits the jugular, the door busts.

"Get the hell off her bitch." A man with a deep voice yell. Another man with long brown hair throws holy water at the demon. "Dean! Get the girl!" The long haired man yells.

The man with short hair comes over and begins to untie me. "You okay?" He asks. "Yeah. Go in my bag, I have salt and holy water." I say. He looks at me strange and try's to push me out of the room, but I don't budge.

The long haired man is on top of the demon girl, he pulls out a knife. Are these guys for real? A knife won't help. Just then he stabs her, and electricity goes through her and she is dead.

"Where did you get that knife. Did it kill the demon?" I ask. They both look at me. "I'm sorry who are you." The first man asks. "Dean don't be so damn rude." The man, named Sammy asks. "No it's fine. I'm Jenna, I've been hunting that bitch for a year and a half now. She killed my mother." I say

They both look at me, dumbstruck. "Your a hunter?" The one named dean asks. "Yeah, who the hell are you two?" I ask. "I'm Sam this is dean." The tallest one says.

Then it hits me. "Wait, the Sam and Dean?" I ask. "Are there any others?" Dean asks. I can already tell he's a smart ass just like me.

"I have a letter for you two from my father. I've never met him but i was told to give you this if I ever met you." I say as I pull it out of my bag and hand it to them. "Who's your father?" Dean asks as he snatches the letter and begins to open it. "John Winchester." I reply. They both freeze and look at me with shock.