Hunters

Rose Hemlock and Jackson Gilbert weren't raised with normal parents, their childhood consisting of constant training, research, and death. Constantly jumping from state to state looking for "cases."
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"Who the hell are you?" I said, pointing my gun at the two men walking out from the tree's.

"Their hunters," The tall one with shoulder length hair whispered.

"What you are hunting is a Ruberú, that gun won't do you any good, they can only be killed with fire," The shorter, more scruffy one said.

Smirking I reached into my back pocket, pulling out a small fragile looking knife. Sliding my thumb over the handle the knife quickly lengthened to a sword, moving my thumb once more, flames explode from the blade, "If I were you, I would say I'm quite prepared."

Both men looked shocked..good,
"Now who the hell are you?"

"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean, we're hunters, like you two," Sam, the tall one, said.
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NO LONGER ON HOLD AFTER 4 YEARS😂