The Winchester's [Supernatural Fan-Fiction]

Sometimes Going to Work, Is Not the Best Choice.

"Emily watch out!" Dean screams. It was too late for me to doge out of the way before a knife came crashing down on,

12hours earlier

A loud noise came from the downstairs. I opened my eyes slowly as the sunlight came rushing through. "Cas." I mumbled. Cas was my 4year old golden lab. I could hear him scratching at the door telling me, he wants out. I pulled my long brown hair back into a pony tail, got dress and headed downstairs.

"Why can't you be human. It would be so much easier." He ran out the door without stopping. I lived in the city but my backyard was fenced in. I made my way towards the coffee machine and made some toast also. I planned out my whole day. "Work, home, bed. Easy." I said. Where I work, I don't have to been there until noon.

As I sat down at my office I heard Thomas coming over to talk to me. "Hey, did you hear?" He had a smirk on his face. He usually pulled pranks on everyone in the office. But he was a good worker.

"Hear what?"

"Venus's husband died." Venus and Wilson have been together for 13years. I would imagine she's having a hard time about Wilson. My jaw dropped.

"Oh my gosh!" I whispered, trying not to draw attention. "How he die? When?"

"Last night. Venus said she heard someone breaking into the house and Wilson went to look but never came. Not a single scratch on him, but the weird thing is, his heart was gone. Like someone stuck their hands into his chest and ripped it out of him." He nodded with sadness. Thomas always liked Venus but she was different. She was not the outgoing, hey everyone look at me type of person. She was more shy.

"That's, that's weird." I felt so bad for Venus. Her and I have been together for a long time. I knew that pain she was going through.

Before closing at 5pm, two F.B.I agents showed up. One was tall and he had broad shoulders. His brown hair came down to the middle of his neck. It looked like he straighten it. The other agent was shorted then him. He had a cow lick in the front. His eye color was more green. "Excuse Miss. Agents Smith and Ron. May we have a word with you?" The tall one said.

"Uh, ya." I guided them to a private talk room.

"We have a few questions about your coworker, Venus?" The short one says. I nodded. "Has she been acting strange to you lately?" I stopped to think about that.

"No."  The short one nodded.

"Alright, does she have any spiritual teams in her house?"

"Now why that heck would you ask me that? Her house is normal, she is normal. I'm starting to think you boys are not what you say. I'm calling the cops." Before I could get up out of the chair, the tall one grabbed my left arm to pull me back down.

"Listen, we can explain. My name is Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. We think something did this to Wilson. Not normal. You know supernatural type." I started to relax.

"Alright go on."

"Look we have been hunting these things since we were 12. Our mother,"

"Sam don't." Sam took a deep breath.

"Our mother died from something strange too."  Dean whack his hand against his forehead.

"Idiot." He mumbled.

"How can I help?"