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{1} First Impressions

A/N: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! It's finally here! Hybrid chapter 1! I'm so excited for this launch! Please tell me what you think and add this story to your library to see what comes next! Enjoy!

“This is the place, Dean said as he parked the Impala in front of a nice-ish apartment building. He and Sam and been getting reports of serious demon activity in the past few weeks, all leading back to here. “I don’t know Sam, seems a bit too,” Dean struggled to find the right word, “homey for a demon.

            “I know Dean, but this is where the trail leads. From all the signs, it seems like a pretty powerful demon. It might be able to help us find Crowley,” Sam argued. Dean let out a small huff and got out of his baby, Sam following closely behind. H was grateful to stretch his legs; they had been cramped at their crappy motel watching the building through a surveillance camera’s footage most of the day. The demon had finally left, giving Sam and Dean the perfect opportunity. They loaded up the duffel bags, taking from their trunk arsenal holy water, guns, and spray paint for devil’s traps, among other things. Dean shoved Ruby’s demon knife into his inside jacket pocket before shouldering his bag and leading the way into the building. They went up two floors and stopped at the 21st room.

            “221. Here we are,” Dean mumbled under his breath as he picked the lock, swinging the door open in a matter of seconds. They flicked on the lights and paused barely out of the doorway, startled by the ‘décor’.  An enormous case web occupied most of the far wall. Various files and old leather-bound books littered a desk to their left. Upon closer inspection by the younger Winchester, everything had to do with the supernatural. Dean, meanwhile, was staring at the impressive array of guns, knives- even a few angel blades- and other hunting tools such as salt, holy water, spray paint and EMF readers against the right wall. In the kitchen was a pantry better stocked for spells and sigils of all kinds thanBobby’s. In the hallway were three doors, two of which were opened while the other was locked tightly to prevent unwanted visitors. At the moment, this meant the two brothers. The two unlocked doors revealed a bathroom and a bedroom. Both of these seemed normal, if not a bit messy.

            “You sure this is a demon not a hunter Sammy?” Dean called from the hallway.

            “Pretty sure,” Sam answered back as he looked out the window. He turned away, careful eyes missing the two figures staring at them from behind a row of trees.

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            I was practically shaking with rage. How dare those two just break into my house?! The nerve. I started walking so I was more conveniently hidden, not even bothering to chick if he was behind me, though I’m sure he was. He always is. When sufficiently hidden from any humans walking about, we silently zapped up to my apartment. The tall one with Rapunzel hair had his back turned to us and was leafing through my case files. His associate was nowhere to be seen. My ‘partner’ walked up behind him and placed two fingers to his head, causing the intruder to slump unconscious onto the floor. Meanwhile, I looked for the other. 

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            Dean was looking through the pantry and shoving a few items into his bag now and then, figuring he would have more use for them than a demon. He spun around when he heard a thump in the other room, but all he saw were bright blue eyes before everything went black.

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            When Sam came to he was in an unknown room. He sat on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back and an unconscious brother by his side. There was one dim light in the center of the room, leaving shadows creeping in the corners. The walls were bare cement, much like the floor and Sam could dimly make out a table in the middle of the room holding their bags and weapons. He nudged Dean’s leg in order to rouse the older Winchester. Dean let out a low groan, slowly gaining his bearings.