Authors own none of the Supernatural characters! This chapter is by me, but my friend Katie and are working together on this story as a whole; we'll be taking turns to write chapters. This is my first story on fiction, so be sure to comment!

Big Balls

Snap. That was it. It was coming.

Katie's heart skipped a beat and the muscles in her legs tensed, readying for the chase. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of movement. It was too dark to really see anything but the looming shadows of the tall trees and the moonbeams that barely showed in patches through the dense branches overhead.

A swoosh of leaves caught her attention and she snapped her head in the general direction, straining to see something, anything besides the tree trunks. Nothing. It was toying with her now. Katie's senses were peaked; her skin prickled. It was silent now and the woods itself seemed dead.

She heard what sounded like the groaning of old wooden floor boards about twenty or so feet ahead of her, as she estimated. A tree, of course, stood there. It was an ordinary tree in the midst of equally ordinary trees in the midst of an ordinary forest in the very ordinary, very green, very small town of Dunsmuir, California. It took Katie a few seconds to realize that she wasn't looking at just the tree. Within the shadow of the wide trunk was the shadow of a young woman. Katie noticed that the shadow was shifting, although just barely, into the solitary beam of moon that shown the wood grain of bark. The shadow stopped moving, and in the moon beam Katie noticed tangled blond hair, riddled with leaves, falling on the bare, pale shoulder of her opponent. Katie remained still but her muscles tensed and her heart began pounding. Red eyes flicked open and the shadow made a sudden dash towards Katie.

This was it!

Katie turned on her heals in less time than it takes to blink an eyelash and made a run for it. Her feet crashed through the leaves and solidly hit the ground. Her legs, although short, made long and quick strides. Her pace quickened as she heard her approaching attacker. Her attacker sounded barefoot – there was no clunking of shoes or boots on the dirt and roots beneath the colorless leaves, not like Katie in her old combat boots.

She would have been afraid, if she didn't have her dad's old Sawed-Off shotgun, both lead and salt packed bullets, damn near twenty six years of experience hunting things like this, and a general idea of what was chasing her, or rather, what she was luring in. Katie noticed the white bandanna she had tied off on a high branch to her right.

"Now!"

Katie and Autumn pulled into parking spot of Old Oak Tree Cabins in a dark blue, '71 Chevy Camaro. Autumn always felt bad ass driving it. She had won it in a pool game against a hammered rich guy when she was 19. She was 26 now and she still loved her baby. Ash, a close friend of hers had help buy and install an all new stereo system for her 25th birthday, which was fine by her because she could plug in her iPod packed with all the best rock music. As they pulled in, windows wide open, the ancient old man managing the front desk watched them and glared because he could hear their obnoxious music and the girls own voices singing with it through the open door. The girls sat in the running car until AC/DC, Autumn's favorite band, finished play "Big Balls." They climbed out laughing.

The old man continued to glare at the two young girls as they walked towards the office. The first one in the door was short, no taller than 5'3", with red hair bushy hair pulled back into a low ponytail. More like a red squirrel tail. He chuckled to himself for that one. She was nice to look at and obviously of Irish descent. She was sporting combat boots, skinny jeans, and a cream colored sleeveless top. The taller one, had short auburn hair with a variation of highlights and lowlights in that damned young punk look, all straight and spiky. This one wore more makeup than the other. She wore torn jeans over what he assumed to be the same boots as the short one, and a black tee with some guy on it and something he couldn't read. As they approached he decided he liked the short one better, but with a painfully obvious fake smile he asked the punk one "Whu'dsit say and whos dat der on yur shirt?"

She blushed "That's Steven Tyler," and after an awkwardly long pause of confused silence she proudly added "from Aerosmith … it says 'If it's too loud you're too old.'"

Yup. Short one, turning to Katie he asked "An' what kin I do fer you nice ladies?"

"One cabin for a few days, for now. Can we pay for that now and if we need to can we pay for a few more days later?"

"Course ya kin! Two queens, 'm assumin'? 'R we got a cupl'a cabins wid two sets a bunk beds."

"Bunk beds?" yelped the punk one. Turning to Katie "Can we do the bunk beds? Can we please? I've always wanted to!"

"Alright," the short one said to the old man, "one with bunk beds, please," and handed him a wad of cash. "That should do it, right?" She signed out the room in the book the old man handed her under the name Joan Jett. Nice name he thought.

"It's mor'an'enough! Der's twenty back! Der's a television set, dat new wireless internet thing, and a kitchenette. Y'all call fer Billy if'n you need anything!"

"Thanks Billy!" called the punk one as they lefts the office.

"Awesome! Shotty on top bunk!" screeched Autumn as she swung herself and her bag up. Katie dragged in three other bags, one being her own clothes, one was their research bag, and the other had bathroom supplies and other doodads. Autumn bounced on the top bunk a couple of times and hopped off. She grabbed the iPod speakers from the doodads bag as Katie began set up of this weeks headquarters.

This cabin was nice. It was larger than they were accustomed too, at least twice the size of their usual motel rooms. They had never stayed in a cabin before, but Dunsmuir was a tourist town because of the mountains around it and this was the cheapest place. There was a set of bunk beds on the left wall and a set of bunk beds on the right wall. The room thinned in the middle to allow for a decent sized bathroom, and on the other side of the bathroom was the kitchenette and a full dining table was to the left. The T.V. was hidden in a big white antique looking wardrobe kitty-cornered on the right wall and bathroom wall.

The table became headquarters and the wall next to it became a bulletin board of newspaper clippings, maps, pictures and other information related to this case. The two sat down at the table after setting up and starting up a new play list. "So, rock salt is a no go with that thing," mumbled Autumn as she put her feet up on the table and leaned back in her chair. Katie added a disappointed sigh. "Hey, at least the rock salt scared the crap out of her, right?" Autumn could sense Katie's feeling of inadequacy, having lost the dryad last night. "We may not have killed her, but we damn sure maimed the bitch! Gets us a step closer to bringing her down!" Katie laughed a little at the fact that Autumn use the word maimed and it cheered her up. "As bad ass as you try to be you just can't shake that college education!"

"Neither can you! Bitch!"

"Jerk!" Adding a jab with it. Katie instantly knew it was bad idea as she saw a malicious corner of Autumn's mouth turn up. Katie jumped the chair with Autumn close behind. Aww, I'm gonna get pummeled... she thought as she made a vain attempt at escaping to the bathroom door before she was caught by an ankle and dragged off...