Billie, Bambi, and Beau Singer were young when their mother died and their father became a Hunter. Years later, they become Hunters and are helping the Winchesters. But they're hiding something from Sam and Dean and their family is worried how they...
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Billie was driving her car through a warehouse district with Dean on speaker phone.
Dean: "You got anything yet?"
Billie: "No, you guys?"
Dean: "No we know it was somewhere around here"
Billie: "Well maybe we need a different plan then driving aimlessly around a hundred square miles of abandon warehouses is the best plan"
Dean: "Alright meet us back at the hotel"
Billie: "Okay, I'll be a little late, I have something I have to do"
Dean: "Are you meeting someone?"
Billie: "Yeah an older hunter friend. She is finishing a case up not that far"
Sam: "We're hunting a djinn, maybe she knows something that can help us"
Dean chuckled: "A genie"
Billie: "I'll see you later, let Bambi know"
Sam: "Oh she's mad that she was left at the hotel now you want us to tell her that you aren't coming back"
Billie: "She won't kill you"
Billie ended the call when she has this weird feeling so she pulled over. She got out of the car and walked into the factory. As soon as she walked around the corner and she froze, she could sense another presences but couldn't pinpoint where they were exactly.
Suddenly she pushed against the wall and she tried to push him off before she could, her eyes turned light-blue. He opened his hand and there was a blue light, she tried to move away but it was no use as soon as he put his hand on her forehead and everything went black.
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Billie jumped up, gasping, she in an unfamiliar bedroom. She felt an arm wrapped around her waist, her eyes went down her body. She was in a silk tank top and pink matching shorts. Her eyes trailed up the arm to the owner, Dean. He was laying on his stomach with one of his arm around her and the other under his head.
