Leather And Whiskey

Chapter One

"Hi, this is Archer Perice. Im outta town right now but leave you're first and last name, location and nightmare after the tone"
The blue haired women layed in bed with her hands crossed over her chest like a Vampire. Her pale complexion glowed in the darkness.
"Hey Archer. It's me again-"
Her sliver eyes flipped open as the moonlight touched her skin. A man kissed her pale forhead. She lifted her head from the pillow, her lips were greeted by a man with a dark brown semi beard. "You ready" he whispered to her.
"Your voicemail is probably so full by now but if you're getting these-" a stutter threatens her speech and she shakes it off, closing her eyes as the rain hit her face. Her blue damp hair stuck to her face.
"Just me call back"
The women pauses, loading her gun and clicking She pulled a long black coat over her shoulders. Placing two guns in the i side of her coat.
"I'm worried Dad hasn't called me bsck, still , i cant find a lead in him anywhere. And i miss you"
With a sigh; she pulls the small rectangle from her ear and mutters somthing to herself before closing it between her fingers with a sharp click.
"I just need to know that you're okay"
She slides the mobile into her jacket pocket with another sigh, cocking her head to the heavens to find the rain still as relentless as before, pelting at her shoulders. The sound only amplified by the material around her while she stole a few spare moments of nightlife. The man she's with handed her a long blade. She saw her reflection, somthing seemd clouded. Her eyes stared at her, they stared at a stranger in the darkness.
"Ready" his deep voiced asked.She nodded. She placed the long blade in her brown leather baldric she had strapped around her back.
There was only silence and dim street lamps that flicker on this side of town, and with a slow, shaky, drag of air between her teeth.
They walked up to a old building. It looked like the Goth residence in the Sims 4 but taller and wider. Now this couple wasn't normal. They saw things normal people like you and me would only see in books and movies.
She walked up to the door and knocked it down. The place was crawling with Vamps. Three Vampires came running at her. She swifty grabbed the sword off her back and held it with her right hand. This blade was unique than a blade that Hunters use for a Shapeshifter or a Werewolf; it was covered in dead mans blood. She moved with grace and elegant.
But their heads landed on the floor within seconds, thier bodys spiling with blood.
In the house was a massacre of decapitated people, lying in there own blood. Blood went over the walls, paitnings are ruined as blood splattered on them.
She stood over the bodies with no emotion or regret. She looked at her blade dripping with dead man's blood.
"You thought you could sneak up on me" she scuffed and truned toward a young blonde Vampire. He hissed at her. "Think Again"
Everything Went Red

On this night a pale women holding her side slowly dragged her body up the driveway. Her phone made a jangle: it wasn't who she'd expected but it was somthin. Blood dripped off her skin. A dark riverof blood trailed down the driveway
Without hesitating she pressed the green phone botton and held it out.
"What the hell!" A mans voice screamed through the phone . Archer couldn't help but smiled and held it back against her ear. "Gee thanks, Bobby im still breathing after a Vamp nest went K-boom!! and so did that junk car" she replied
His all so fimre sigh over the phone "where are you?" Archer smiled to herself, "mission accomplished; make Bobby feel guilty" she thought.
"That wont be necessary, just get the first aid kit." She grunted as her teeth grinded in pain.
"Why? Archer Mary-Ann Perice i swear t-". "Yeah, yeah. Can you come openthe door" Archer said through her pain of a bleeding hip. She hled a washed cloth covered in blood stains to minimize the blood loss.
She leaned on the railing trying to stay awake. The buckel on her chocker dog collar shined in the moonlight; calling out her name. "Did you get the first aid kit" she greeted a short plump man. "What did you do? Why are you bleeding" Bobby asked as he closed the door behind Archer. "Im alright, Bobby, it's just a cut" she assured him as she took off her tan leather jacket and her black modern witch hat.
She lifted her shirt a little seeing the gushing cut on her hip to stomach. "Archer, you need stiches!" Bobby exclaimed at the sight.
"No, I'll be fine. Really, it just needs to be cleaned and bandaged" She told him reachung the first aid kit. Immediately Bobby smacked her hand away "get you're ass on the couch". There was no arguing with Bobby Singer the man tought and fought next to many hunters. Archer layed down on the leather couch, kicking her feet up. Her deep sliver eyes met the ceiling. Booby started to stich away. "I swear, you and Dean will end up getting killed".
"How's the Winchester's anyway?" Archer scrunched her face. "Dean's fine. You dealt with getting the cut you can deal with the stich" Bobby lectured her.
"What in the hell were you and Danny doing in the Vamp nest? You know you should have at least four hunters on deck" the lecture continued. "Personal crap" she replied. He just shook his head as he finshed up with the final sitch, he got up and started to pick everything up.
Archer got up and limped to the kitchen table with her midcalf four inched heals and layed out a map covered in red dots some of these dots were crossed off. She marked Lincoln, Nebraska with a red pin She started to chew on the pens cap. . "This is the many nests of Vamps we've pinned from Coven leaders" she informed Bobby. He just crept up behind her.
Archer rubbed her fingertips under her eyes, she shook her head. She pulled back her long deep blue hair into a messy low bun. And started mapping out distances from "homebase" to each nest. She yawned fiftythree times in the last ten minutes.
"Archer, when did you have at least a good six hours of sleep?". Archer frowned at her mentor's question. "Who keeps track of that?" She replied as she shoved the map in her bag. Archer walked out of the kitchen and pulled out her car keys. Her head felt light but the job of a hunter is never done. Plus she was missing her partner.
Bobby tried to stop her but she protested and manged to get to the door. She took out her hair and pulled on her leather jacket over her shoulders. Her hand turned to the nob of the door.
She opened the front door it felt like ahe ripped somthing out of someone's hands . Her mouth dropped three feet at the sight of a short muscular man in a dsrk brown leather jacket and a old necklace of what looked like a lion's head.
"Dean" Archers eyes widened at the sight of the playboy hunter in leather. "Archer" he gave the similar expression at the sight of the blue haired hunter in high heeled boots.
They just stood in Bobby's living room staring each other down. Dean looked the same since the last time she saw him.
"Is you're phone broken?" Dean asked bitterly; breaking down the wall they had enforced. She replied "No" calmly as she sat down, not looking at the man standing infront of her. "Than why haven't you answered in two years?" Deans calm anger was more scarier than his abusive anger. Archer just frowned at him "why would I?" her voice grew angry at him. "Like you haven't done the same". "I'm not the who left". "I wasn't the one fucking the bartender when I have a girl". Dean rubbed his eyes and Archer let out a sigh. She picked up her bag "I'm not going to play the blame game with you. My Dad before he died said never get to close. I'm done with you Winchesters"she said. He grabbed her wrists she pulled away from him. "Let go of me!" She growled at him. He spoke in her ear but she wasn't listening or even bothering to. Their bodies were close. He stared into her ferrous sliver eyes. Her eyes have always been like stars in the night sky. After a day of hunting. They'd would go back the the crappy motel. Sometimes after a long hot shower he would just lay in bed with her head resting on his chest sleeping soundly to the music of the night. When she woke up her eyelashes would flutter and reveal her sliver purple eyes. It was the quiet times that are worth living for. Her phone rang. She yanked her hand from Dean's death grip and walked out of the house with bacon in her mouth.
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"Where the hell are you!?" She demanded on the phone. "Sorry I got held up isn't a good excuse this time. Sitting in a diner 5 states away" she rubbed her eyes in stress. "A case came up" she rubbed her stressed out eyes. The phone was dead silent. With one botton the one man that treated her with respect hanged up on her. Archer leaned on the trunk of a old black Firebird. "New man" a voice spoke. "Yeah" her voice managed to get out. "Where's Sam?". "In the back sleeping. His girlfriend got killed like our mother" Dean nodded. "Yellow eyes back in town" Archer smirked as she moved her hair out of her face. "I think so. Dad hasn't been answering than I tried youre Mom's cell nothing just voicemail" Dean mentioned. "With Yellow eyes comes his gang of wolves. Those Werewolf's have bright red eyes and well you know the rest". Dean nodded at her words. "I have a lead if you want" Dean offered with his arms crossed underneath his chest. "I'm good". Little did she know what he had in his hands. "I'm sorry"
Her eyes glared at him "what did you do" a beer bottle smashed in the back of her head "Samuel Winchester you're a dead man" her body hit the ground with Sammy Winchester stabdung behind her with a broke beer bottle.