Sam

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The house was deserted, like something out of a Brother's Grimm tale. We searched the place, top to bottom and found no signs of life, when we saw absolutely no signs of any suspicious activity, we were starting to think we were stretching at a dead end, util I ascended a set of old wooden stairs, and heard some strange noises coming from behind a locked door. 

I motioned silently for Cas to follow me as I draw a lock picking device from my coat pocket. I leaned down, putting my ear to the door and pausing for a moment to listen closely for the tiny click that meant the lock was breached. 

"Wouldn't it be easier just to kick the door down?" Groaned Cas from behind me. 

"You've been spending too much time with with my brother..." I chuckle as the sound I am waiting for makes an appearance. I push the door open gently, and we barge our way into the room. "NOBODY MOVE!!"  I yell, holding my gun up in plain sight of the nearest visible person. One by one, six men and women stand to attention, startled expressions slowly melting into smug smiles...


"Hunters." explains one man, he stands with an outstretched hand as if waiting for it to be shaken. "We've been expecting you."

"And to what do we owe the pleasure of your attention?" Was Cas's blunt answer. 

"Typical men, barge in all guns blazing..." Replies one of the women, whose face remained obscured behind a cloak, but whose kooky Scottish accent the boys found glaringly familiar..."Wouldn't you rather stop for a wee moment, just to talk?" I am startled for just a moment when I realise exactly who the voice belongs to. 

"Rowena?!" 

"That's right, boys..." She says, lifting her hooded to reveal her pointed painted face, and hair as red as fire. "I've taken it upon myself to rid the world of you, once and for all, since my son simply doesn't have the guts to do it for himself." she giggles at her own joke as she lifts her splayed hands to waist height, throwing electric balls of blue light straight into our chests, and sending us both crumbling to the floor.

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