Dark-Hunters meet the Winchester's

Chapter 1

New Orleans

The sound of pounding feet echoed down an empty alley way between the pink tents and was preceded by the sounds of fighting coming from ahead, as Sam and Dean Winchester hurried through the warm rain.

They burst into the open space of a parking lot.

The sight that met their eyes was one they hadn't expected in the run down remnants of New Orleans in the aftermath of Katrina.

"Uh... Sammy?" Dean asked Sam, eyes fixed on the man with the long, oddly soft looking, emerald green hair in the center of the group.

"Yeah Dean?" replied Sam who was watching just as intently, the hand that was holding his gun had fallen to his side. Both men watched in fascination as the six men fought off more then fifteen blond, abnormally handsome men, (not that they would ever admit to thinking that!) observing the obviously practiced way the blades were used as they slid into the opposing men's chest.

Watching as the blonde men exploded into gold dust as they disintegrated.

"Uh... are you seeing what I'm seeing?  This is like something one of my girlfriends told me about from one of her books... that's when we weren't..." Dean smiled wickedly at the thought of what they'd been doing.

"Uh yeah, OK Dean!" Sam cut him off quickly and Dean grinned back at him. Sam looked away for a minute, "You were saying about these stories?" he questioned.

"Oh yeah, well these guys they're dead, right, but they were generally betrayed and died so horribly that Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, heard the screams of their souls all the way up in Olympus and offered them a deal..." Dean paused just to make sure Sam was following the story.

Sam nodded, listening intently.

"Well the deal was, give her their souls for an eternity of service and they had twenty four hours to take out revenge on whoever they wanted.." Dean looked at the six men.

Sam looked at Dean, "And?"

"They became Dark-Hunters..." said Dean.