The Ghost Of You

So We Meet Again

It wasn't until your mother was on her death bed that she revealed a small but thick leather-bound book that held all the secrets of what goes bump in the night. You knew the engravement on the front cover as your father's initials. Oh, but this wan't the first time that your eyes had seen the tan book. When you were younger, and snooping around your mother's room one night, you came across it in the nightstand's drawer. You were curious as to what it held, seeing that you were a ten year old girl who might have found the answer to why your dad had abandoned you when you were too young to remember. Unfortunately, didn't have any time to read it, though. Your mom called for you in the other room and you set it back down where you found it before running off.

Now you had been granted access into what information the book held. You took it home that night and read through it. Most of it seemed to be an encyclopedia of monsters, but some pages were journal entries. You stayed up till the early hours of the morning reading it. You didn't believe what your father had written for the first few pages but after you were halfway through it and did some online research, you knew that there were more things out lurking in shadows than just stalkers and murderers. The last page that had words scribbled onto it was another journal entry. Your father was explaining his plan of attack on a rather large nest of vampires, or 'vamps'. You could tell by his choice of words that he seemed unsure of his ability to take down the whole nest alone and the very last sentence made your heart drop.

"I'm afraid that I won't get to see my family again."

There was still a good chunk of paper that needed to be filled but remained untouched. You then headed out to the hospital to get some answers from your mom, but you were sadly informed that she had passed that night.

You were now a wild twenty year old living off of cheap motel rooms and greasy fast food. You had decided to pick up where your father had left off and try to track down and take out the vamp nest that had killed him. You took on random cases that you bumped into and had found yourself at the crime scene of what sounds like a werewolf attack in a back alley in New Mexico.

You knelt down to the body to get a closer look when you heard the sheriff speaking in his annoyingly loud tone.

"I presume that's your partner over there, right Agent Plant?" you turned your head to see the stout man listen to something a much taller, familiar looking man said. The early morning light accentuated his profile and showed his features that had you convinced that he was a Greek god. You stood as he departed from the sheriff and made his way towards you. You could see in the way he began to smile that he had remembered you. It wasn't until you got close enough to see that his eyes were a brilliant, distinct shade of green and you could practically count the freckles that dotted his face and reminded you of a starry night in an open field that you knew it was the one and only Dean Winchester.

"It's been a while, (Y/N),"

"It has, Agent Plant," you teased and Dean's confidence wavered for a fraction of a second. He adjusted his posture by shifting his weight on his other foot.

"I have a perfectly good explanation," he shot up his right hand in defense. You had forgotten that he didn't know that you were aware of all things that go bump in the night-and how to kill 'em.

"I know," you said quickly, but at a more hushed tone just in case there's someone eavesdropping "You're a hunter,"

A confused look washed over his face as he slightly tilted his head to the side, "How did you know that?"

"People talk," you shrugged, "And word gets around fast in this line of work,"

Dean opened his mouth as if he were about to talk, but he quickly decided against it and his lips were pressed back together. His eyes shifted to the corpse lying on the floor behind you that was ripped open and without a heart. He walked over to it and knelt down next to it to examine it thoroughly.

"Looks like a werewolf attack," he concluded. You nodded in agreement. Dean looked up at you, "Any suspects?"

"Two witnesses say that they saw a short man, about 5'6, with long hair leaving the scene," you stated. "And the victim's ex-boyfriend fits the profile,"

"Could that be our werewolf?" Dean asked as he stood.

"It's our best lead, so far. Do you wanna head over to his apartment?"

Dean glanced at his watch, "Let's get lunch first, I'm starving,"