The Family Business: A Supernatural Fanfic (On going)

Setting Up Shop: Introductions

SLASH! Another vamp dead. Decapitation, works every time. It's really the only thing that really works. I quickly grab the head and body to go burn it. I hate vamps! They are ruthless blood sucking dicks. All of them are the same!

Anyway, I burn the body and go back to my motel. I wash the blood splatter off of my face and hands. I then wash my golden blonde hair and put it in a pony tail. I get in the bed and try and catch a few hours of sleep.

Demons. Demons are chashing me. It's all dark, like an abbyss. I'm running, but the black smoke is overpowering me. It's choking me! One gets inside me and starts killing innocent people. Eating children. I'm stuck in my own head. I scream! "Help! Help! Oh God, help!!!" But no one helps me. I fight against the demon for control of my body. I win! I win! I grab an angel blade and stab myself and I fall to the ground. I am dead, but so is the demon.

The next thing I know I am sitting up in my bed, breathing heavily. It was a dream. "Just a dream", I tell myself. I splash cold water on my face and try to wake up. I put on my favorite red plaid shirt, my cargo jacket, and converse. I always wear skinny jeans so no monster or whatever can grab them. It happened once in Chicago and it nearly killed me. Freakin' Djinns. I hate them too.

My bags are packed and I throw them in the back of my black Ford F150 4x4. I love this thing! It is like my baby! Anyway, I start driving. I don't know where I'm going but I had to leave.

I drive until I find a library I can set up shop at for a few hours. I get my laptop and look at the local news. "Freak Lightning Storm Kills 3", reads the headline of todays news in Stillwater, Oklahoma. I check for other signs of demons. "Murdered Man Found in Home That Smelled of Sulfur", that's what I needed. I head to my truck and change into a suit. I have to look the part of FBI agent if I expect to get any information out of them.

When I get to the scene, I see a bunch of cop cars and a weird non-cop car. I get ou tof my truck and go look at it. "An Impala? The heck? Someone has a complex." The nearest cop comes up to me, "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"No, I am not leaving.", I say as I pull out my fake badge. "I'm Agent Stark from the FBI." The cop's eyes get wide.

"I'm sorry ma'am. Are you sure your two other men can not handle this on their own?"

"Two others?", I ask.

"Yes, Agent Osborne and Johnson. They cam in here about ten minutes ago."

"Oh, I was supposed to meet them here. I got stuck in traffic." After that, I walk in. I see two gigantic men standing there. I tap their shoulders and they turn around.

The smaller of the two looks at me and says, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah you can. What the hell are you doing on my scene?", I say as I cross my arms.

"Look here lady, we were here first. I don't know who you think you are but..." I cut him off.

"I am Agent Stark from the FBI. Come talk to me outside." The short one looks at the tall one, gigantor over there just shrugs his shoulders and they follow me outside. Once we are out of earshot of the local PD, I start asking them questions.

"Okay asshats, are you guys hunters or not?"

The one with short hair looks a bit shocked, but he answers, "Uhh, yeah, how'd you guess that?"

"I just had to look inside your little Impala over there to see that you keep everything a hunter does. Its really clean, but I could see some hidden guns and stuff. So, what are your names?"

Short hair points to himself, "I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."

"Hi, yeah. We are the Winchesters." My jaw drops.