Hunter Unknown

Not So Smooth Get Away

Quick note the pics above are of the gas n Sip, cashier, camaro, impala (2), and camaro speeding away.

AUTHOR'S NOTE~
This story is not like other fanfics, I promise. Please just give it a chance. I have used the supernatural characters and elements we all know and love, however, the story line is 100% unique! The timeline is a current one that would work right into the show as it is about to be on winter or mid season break. As for the rating it is completely up to the reader, if/when any mature content etc. is introduced I will place a brief warning.
Thank you to anyone who reads this! ~ X

I walked into the Gas n' Sip, grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds, salt & vinegar chips, a pack of gum, a bottle of water, and a Dr. Pepper. "Road trip?" the teenage cashier asked as I placed the items on the counter. Avoiding both his gaze and question, I slapped enough bills on the counter to pay for everything and a little more. I know what he's thinking "Bitch!", but at least I bothered paying.

As I walked out of the door across the small lot where my car was parked I saw it. The unmistakable black 67 Chevy Impala. The two figures inside no doubt were them, Lurch and Fester, or as other hunters know them, Sam and Dean Winchester.

I walked as if nothing was wrong toward my own classic car, a blacked out 69 Chevy Camaro. Not only was it a car to me, but a home, office, and occasionally a karaoke bar. Right now it happened to be a coffin as well, for the monster's fresh carcass laying in my trunk waiting to be burned and burried miles from here.

Just as I reached for the handle of the drivers door, a husky voice asked "That yours?" My heart raced and my mind froze, "shit!" I cursed to myself. I hadn't spoken 100 words in God knows how long how was I supposed to answer him as though I'm a normal person who does it all the time?! I quickly glanced at the trunk, then without even looking his direction retorted "No, I stole it." Hurriedly I opened the door, jumped in and started the engine. Immediately putting it in gear, I excellerated putting as much distance between myself and the walking disasters as quickly as I could.

I tried to keep my cool. Running into other hunters was never fun, that's why I chose the small towns off the maps, and the jobs that would take more research and careful planning than usual. I had made files on every hunter whose name I heard. In the early days I would hang around the run down bars hunters liked to frequent, gathering information on anyone and everything. No one suspected a thing, I even posed as a waitress once to get closer to a heated conversation between three hunters. This is how I worked, survived even, I know them, but not a damn one knows me. I'd like to keep it that way.