Chapter 1

KYLEE POV

Night fall came, and my shift was long over. I was almost joyed enough to skip to my damn dream car. Ah... The '67 Chevy Impala. My favorite muscle car of all time. I guess you could say in a bit obsessed with cars, but I'm not... If that makes any sense at all.

"See ya', Glenda!" I waved at the tired looking receptionist.

"Bye, girl." She replied, waving.

I had my jacket in one hand, and the Impala keys in the other. I was ready to get to my apartment. Decked out with demon traps, salt lines, and a crap ton of other stuff. What? You can never be too paranoid. Did I say paranoid? I meant safe.

Unlocking my baby, I threw my crap in the back seat, and went to the trunk. I had this sinking feeling someone was watching me. Hunter instincts. Gotta love 'em.

"Is there anybody out there?" I shouted, acting half scared.

Bushes moved, creating a ruckus. I chuckled to myself. Of course, I'm not the stupid blonde that goes to look around without a weapon. Nope. I'm the dumb blonde that searches for the creature with a weapon!

More bushes rustled. I opened my trunk, seeing the empty trunk. Well, to someone who didn't see the lines outlining a small cover, than it'd be empty. There was this thin cover over a shit ton of weapons. Hell, not just weapons, but things that were probably illegal in almost every state in the US. Again, I chuckled to myself, and flipped open the cover. Arsenal covered the entire bottom of my trunk. I picked up a double barrel shot gun, a silver knife, and rock salt just in case. I put the knife in my back pocket, and tried to keep the gun hidden.

More leaves rustled, and I turned to where it was. Before closing the trunk, I grabbed my LED flashlight. Safety is a virtue.

"Hello?" I whined like a normal person would.

I shined the flashlight through the bushes, seeing nothing. I turned back, only I see someone leaning on my Baby. I walked calmly over to my car, shining the light in the culprits face. It was just a man in his early thirties, his hands shoved into his pockets.

To be sure he was completely 'there' I whispered something, "Christo."

The man flinched, and his eyes turned completely black. Like pools of ink, they were on me.

"You're a smart girl, hunter. Really smart. Almost to smart for your own good." His voice seemed eerily familiar. I looked at him, searching for answers.

"Azazel. I thought Dean killed you with the Colt." I said.

"Oh. But, now you're wrong." His eyes flashed yellow.

I aimed my gun, ready to shoot. I moved my finger against the trigger. Before I squeezed, his skin changed to his true form; a 30 year old man, somewhat normal looking. It wasn't a demon at all.

"Trickster." I growled, shooting him in the heart.

The trickster looked at his wound, then at me with a smirk, "You should know that won't work."

"Yeah, I know." I pulled the hidden pine stake from my pocket, and charged at the trickster, "That was to confuse you." I jammed the thing into his heart, making him cringe then fall. He just looked dead, tired and dead.

I grabbed his ankles, and pulled him to the middle of the road. I'm surprised no one saw this.

I went back to my car and grabbed a pack of matches, gasoline, and salt. Gotta salt and burn the body.

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After my encounter with the Trickster, I drove to my studio apartment. I moved around a ton, so I didn't need much space. Aside from the small closet that I hid extra weapons in...

I walked in, making sure to step over the salt line across the door space. Again, paranoia was something that sucked about being a hunter.

"Home sweet home." I mumbled to myself.

I dropped my purse of just stuff I actually needed throughout the day. It held my wallet, fake IDs, and the little makeup I wore.

With the small table I had set up in front of my tv, I dropped anther duffel on it. Inside was weapons that needed cleaning, and the supplies for it. I pulled out my beloved pistol; one that I'd used since I was 13. My dad used to take me shooting in the woods for fun. I guess he knew what was out in the world we live in.

After taking the pistol apart, I cleaned it, and quickly put it back together. I held it up, keeping my finger away from the trigger. I aimed it at the wall, and checked the sight. The little thing was lined up, and didn't need tweaking.

The rest of the guns were cleaned, and it was time for the knives. Even the six knives I had varied in sizes. I pulled out a silver machete, and the stone block I used to sharpen it. It was only used a few times on vampires... I mean, cutting off their heads... Going through their spinal cords were somewhat hard. That's probably why they needed sharpening. Three of the six were machetes, made in various metals. Two were small silver throwing knives for demons and werewolves, and the last one was my trusty pocket knife.

After everything was sharpened, cleaned, and put together, I changed into my hunting gear. Which consisted of black sweats. You have to be able to move easily.. A black tank top, and a black leather jacket. I wasn't the usual hunter that always wore jeans and a flannel. Jeans were expensive and I made too low of a pay grade for that shit. I made the mistake of wearing jeans on one hunt, and ripped them. Yup. That's why I wear the sweats.

After dressing, I grabbed a few weapons. Yeah, I knew what I was dealing with. A friggin' werewolf. Most hunters have to do shitty research to find what the hell they're hunting. But, guess what? I DO NOT! I'm just that good. I packed my pistol with two rounds of silver bullets, my throwing knives, and a double barrel shot gun.

Since I was smart, I had this leg strap thingy- which is what I found out to be a holster-that went around my thigh. It had parts in it that my held knives, and a few other weapons I rarely used. I slid a few silver knives in the loops, varying sizes. I slipped my pistol into the holster and the double barrel in the inside pocket of my jacket.

Shutting the lights off, and locking my windows and door, I left to my impala. Revving the engine, I pulled out of the complex, and drove to the destination. It was an abandoned warehouse where the werewolf strung up the victims, and hid their bodies. Unusual for a werewolf, but it'll do.

Before leaving my car, I got into my trunk. I needed a back up pistol of just normal bullets, and maybe a few extra shells for my double barrel. Always take precautions.

I tried to be my stealthy self, and go up to the door of the warehouse. I heard a few small whimpers of a female, and a few snarls from the werewolf. I slowly opened the door, trying to make it not creak. Before I went in, I checked the moon in the midnight sky. Almost full. Tomorrow was the full moon.

I slowly walked in, hearing the short noises of my converse on the gravel. The werewolf was fixated on the teenaged female in front of him. I saw his claw drag across her skin, slowly cutting her arm open. The teen hung from ropes tied to a beam. Her arms above her head, and her feet almost above the ground.

She looked around, seeing me. I put my finger to my lips, motioning her to be quiet. She obeyed, while I quietly pulled a silver throwing knife from my leg thingy. I held it in my right hand, ready to throw. I pulled my arm back, and with great speed, the knife hit the wolf in the back of the head. It collapsed to the ground.

"Help me!" The teen shouted.

"Shh. I'll get you out of here. Just calm down." I began cutting the ropes at her raw wrists, "How long have you been here?"

The brunette began to shake, "I- I don't know. Maybe a few days?"

I cut the ropes successfully, sending her into my arms, "Can you walk?"

"I can try." I let her go.

At first, she stumbled, but then scrambled to her feet, and walked.

"I need you to run to the car out there. Stay at it. If you hear something outside, sit in the car and lock the doors. Kay?" I say.

The brunette sprinted to the outside . I turned around, and the werewolf wasn't there. My knife lay bloody on the graveled floor.

"Come out, doggie. I'm here!" I shouted.

I felt something knock me back, causing me to fall. I looked up to see the blue eyes, and tousled hair of a man. Mid twenties. I pulled my leg up, pushing him off of me. He tumbled backwards, and I pulled myself up. I grabbed my pistol from my belt loop, and shot the thing in the chest a few times. It growled a little, weakened by the silver.

Another noise came from outside. It was a rumble of a car , and footsteps. Voices were talking to the girl, and telling her to get in the back of their car.

Getting side tracked enough, the werewolf punched up. It knocked the pistol from my hands, and pushed me down. It landed on top of me, holding me down. I heard a gunshot go off, and felt the warm blood splatter on my face. The werewolves limp body landed on my chest, and I pushed it off. My curly hair was almost painted in blood. Great, more clean up.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I looked at the person who shot. It was that Dean guy from earlier. He still held up his gun, and I looked at mine.

"If you move, I'll shoot you, too." His voice was rough.

"So, you're a hunter, too? I knew you weren't Feds. Hell, you even dressed like a hunter." I scoffed.

Dean still held his form, "How do I know you're not a werewolf?"

I rolled my eyes, "That's a stupid question."

I moved to wipe the blood from my face, "I said, don't move!" Dean shouted.

I grabbed one of the throwing knives from my loop, while he almost shot. I chuckled, about to throw it, I said, "Trust me, princess. I'm not a wolf."

Dean's face seemed to twist in confusion at my nickname, then he chuckled, "Never bring a knife to a gun fight, sweetheart."

Dean walked into the warehouse slowly, but still aiming at me, "Dean, I'm pretty sure a werewolf wouldn't be able to do this."

His face looked confused, then into pain. My knife was thrown and landed straight in his shoulder. He collapsed, dropping his gun. Deans friend ran in, holding up his gun.

"Dean! Are you okay?!" He shouted.

"Oh yeah. Totally fine. Aside from the fact that I have a knife in my shoulder!" He shouted sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Trying to prove a point." I picked up my pistol and put it in my holster, "Sorry, princess."

"Sam! Shoot her!" Dean shouted.

I heard the gun's lever pull back, and click. I rolled my eyes over at Sam. He wasn't gonna shoot me.

I walked towards Dean, hands raised, "Don't shoot. I'm pulling my knife from his wound."

Sam's gun didn't move, but I walked over the five feet Dean was laying.

"Don't touch me. I'll get it." Dean growled.

Dean tried to pull it out, but didn't have the strength to. I guess I lodged the knife in pretty deep.

"I'll do it, princess." I grabbed the small Handle, and yanked. It came out, and Dean shouted in pain.

Blood soaked through his shirt, "it's not going to stop bleeding!"

"That's what superglue was made for." I patted his other shoulder, and cleaned off my knife.

I placed it back in my holder, and walked toward Sam. His gun was at his side.

"Hey! Are you just gonna leave me here?!" Dean shouted.

"You're a hunter. Pick yourself up." I shouted back.

I pushed past Sam, and walked into the cold. I saw the girl standing my my car. Before I interrogated her, I grabbed a rag from my impala. The water in the console was used to wet it. I wiped the blood from my face, and tried to get it from my shirt. I looked back at the teen. She looked horrified.

"Sweetheart, what's your name?" I asked.

"Brittlyn. What was that thing?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"It was a werewolf. Where do you live?" I asked, opening my passenger door.

"Wait. What?!" She shrieked.

"We can talk in a sec. Wait here." I said, pushing her into the passenger seat.

I ran back in, seeing Sam and Dean with crossed arms.

"You're a hunter." Dean stated.

"Nope. I'm a unicorn." I said sarcastically.

**********DEAN POV

"Listen, Lady. Why are you even here? You could've been seriously hurt." I held my bleeding shoulder, "And why did you throw a knife at me?!"

The chick crossed her arms, "I'm a hunter. I've worked alone since I was 16. I don't need your asshole selves to help me," she seemed to pause, "And I threw the knife so you would stop aiming that gun at my head. I'm not a werewolf. So, let's just go our separate ways, and never talk again."

With her statement, Billy Badass left the warehouse. I could hear and Impala roar to life, and gravel fling. As she left, I walked to my own Baby, and popped the trunk.

"Sammy! Get your ass over here. I need you to sew up my shoulder." I shouted.

Sam came running from the warehouse, and grabbed the first aid kit.

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KYLEE POV

The drive was quiet, but I still had questions. I looked over at the petrified teen. She was shaking.

"Brittlyn, were you bitten? I know it sounds-"

"Crazy? Yeah, because it is. I mean, werewolves, seriously? What other 'supernatural' creatures are there?" Brittlyn leaned as close to the door as possible.

"Hey, I need you to answer me. It's important. Were. You. Bitten?" I asked again.

"Yeah. The freak bit me!" She flailed her arms in a dramatic motion.

I slammed on the brakes, and slammed my hands against the beat up steering wheel. Dammit!

"God Dammit!" I shouted.

"What?! What's wrong?" Brittlyn looked at me, a look of pure fear laced her features.

"Get out of the car." I pulled the keys from the ignition, and got out myself.

Brittlyn stood up, confusion was now all over her face, "Why? What are you gonna do?"

Now standing on the same side as Brittlyn, I pulled the gun from my holster, "do you want to turn into that thing?"

"Why do you have a gun?" She asked, motioning to it, "Are you gonna kill me?"

"You were bitten! Unless you want to turn into what that guy was, you need a bullet hole in your brain! Kay?" I pulled my gun up to shoot her, but something told me not to.

I don't know what it was, but I put my gun down. I put it in my waistband again, and walked over to her. I picked the hair from her neck, but didn't see a bite. The girl stayed frozen, but I kept doing a body search. Her wrists were clean. I checked where blood was staining her shirt. No bites were scattered along her body.

I saw headlights come from the other side of the road. A black Impala stopped behind mine, and the two retards from earlier came out.

"what are you doing?" Dean shouted at me.

"I was gonna shoot her in the head, and then I realized she could be lying about being bitten. So I just did a body check. 'Kay? Good enough?"

" We're lucky you did a body check." Sam mumbled.

"Yeah. Now, can I finish this, and you two leave?"

Dean walked closer to me, "Christo."

"Seriously, dude! I'm not a damn demon! Splash me with holy water if you must!"

Dean pulled out a flask with a cross on it. I felt the cool water hit my face. I wiped it off, and went back to my car.

"Hon, I'm gonna take you home. Please get in the car." I tried to be nice to the girl I just saved.

She reluctantly got into the car, told me her address, and I sped her home. When we pulled up, another car was behind me. It was the black Impala.

"Brittlyn, you're gonna go home, and tell your parents that someone took you, you got out, and now you're safe. Okay? Don't bring up me, or the other two people you saw." I told her, making sure she understood, "You should run up to your doorstep. Go."

The teen jumped out of the car, and was engulfed into her parents' arms. I smiled at the reunited family. I'm not always the badass bitch who's always strong. I have my moments.

After watching them- I sound like a stalker- I drove back home. Around the time I pulled in, the sun was coming back up. I grabbed the items needed, and walked back to my apartment. Everything was in place, just how I left it. I closed my door, and locked it. Safety seemed to be the number one thing before sleep. I placed my duffel on the table, and walked towards my small bathroom. A shower was calling my name.

I probably took a twenty minute shower. I had to wash blood, both mine and the werewolf's, and dirt from my body. I quickly dressed in a sports bra, a tee shirt, and sweatpants. Now, my couch was calling my name .

"Sleep." I grumbled.

I heard something click, and footsteps. I didn't even get to turn around before I was tackled. My body hit the floor, and a heavy weight was keeping me down. A punch was thrown at my face, and Another. Before I could react, the person was holding me against the wall. I opened my eyes to see Dean's pissed off face. I felt the barrel of a pistol at my temple.

Before the gun was pressed harder to my temple, I felt him yank at my ear. I groaned in pain, feeling his hand grasp and yank again.

"Dude! I'm not a Shifter!" I shouted at him.

"Oh, I know. I just wanted to get payback for throwing a knife in my shoulder!" Dean's deep voice was rough.

"I apologized for that already!" I brought my knee up, aiming at his groin.

Dean dropped his gun, and I grabbed it. I put the safety on, and made the clip drop from the base. I heard him groan from the spot he was in . I chuckled, walking back to my bathroom to wipe the blood from my nose and above my eye. I'll have a few bruises tomorrow.

"Bitch." He shouted from a few feet away.

"Ass." I replied.

I heard him get up, and shuffle to come to the bathroom. I chuckled at the pained look on his face. I chuckled again, and moved past him. I gave back both pieces to of his gun, and sat on my couch.

"Are you done accusing me of being supernatural?" I asked, hearing the light flicker off.

"Maybe. How long. Have you been hunting?" Dean asked, plopping on my couch.

"That is for me to know, and you to never find out. How's hunting since your dad?" I asked, knowing about their father.

"How did you know about him?" Dean became tense.

"I used to be a friend of his. Well, my dad was. I'm sorry for your loss." I patted his shoulder awkwardly.

Dean seemed to think about something, "My dad never mentioned you."

"It's a hunter thing. You should know. I mean, if my dad and you and your brother were buddies, would you tell me?" I made a point.

"Good point," he seemed to pause, "why are you in Boston?"

"I live here. What about you?" I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Just for the job you beat us to." Dean leaned back, relaxing more.

"Ah... Well, you should probably go. When ya' leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. Gotta keep going." Dean briefly explained.

"Okay."

We talked aimlessly, just sitting on my couch. Dean got up and went to the door.

"I should get going." He spoke, reaching for the door.

I stood next to him, "I guess this is goodbye."

Before he could open the door, I pulled him into a hug. Dean seemed tense at first, then he have in. I felt his arms reach around me, and engulf me into his 6'1" frame.

"Good bye, Jenny." He whispered.

I watched him walk out of the door, and I locked it. Maybe I'd run into him again. Sam and Dean.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~A/N: HELLO! I hope you like this. Please comment what you think.

If you're confused about the name, Dean and Sam don't know what her real name is. Which is Kylee.

Dedicated to: @KailiPhoenix

~Mae