Hey guys, I'm back! It's been a while, but this time I decided to finish writing the story before I started posting. It relieves the pressure on myself with school and stuff and allows the quality of the story to be so much better. This story's about the SPN spinoff that had one episode aired. I apparently was one of the only people who really liked the episode (well, the concept anyway. The acting was kind of crap). So while I was watching it the first time I was inspired and began writing. And here we are. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Ennis Ross shivered, pulling his jacket closer to his body. It was a crisp October day and the chill was certainly making itself known. Ennis reached into his pockets, fumbling around for his keys. The wind picked up, whipping his jacket from side to side. The plastic bag by his feet whipped around as well, making a plastic snapping noise. Ennis shivered once again, slipping the key into the lock and turning. The door opened, as it always did, but Ennis didn't feel a sense of relief until it was locked behind him. Ennis hadn't been the most paranoid of people, but ever since what had happened, he found himself looking over his shoulder way more often.
The deadbolt clicked firmly behind him. Ennis leaned against the wall, breathing softly. No one lived with him, so he knew he was alone. At one time, he had hoped...but that dream had gone. It was time to move on, to put it behind. Shaking his head, Ennis walked into the small living room/office space that he had. The room, like the rest, was a bit run down, but Ennis preferred them that way. He had grown up here; this was where his father had lived. It reminded Ennis of him, and that gave him a sense of comfort.
Ennis dropped the plastic bag onto the floor beside the desk. He looked at them for a moment, once again wondering why he even bothered to get them. The Supernatural series by Carver Edlund. Ennis had heard of the books, naturally. They had been very popular for a while and then died out. Recently, they'd been getting popular once again because of the conversion to ebooks. Ennis had seen them in the bookstore windows and in ads but he had always dismissed it as teen fiction and not worth his time. He was probably right, but now he needed to read them.
Sam and Dean Winchester. Legends, he had found out, if you talk to the right people. The brothers had come strolling in one day, the day that changed Ennis' life forever, and had made an impression on the man. They were hunters, apparently of the supernatural. That explained the title of the book series, Ennis realized. They had walked into his life and now Ennis was determined to all the research he could. It was rather difficult. Every Google searched turned up the books as well as a murdering spree several years ago. That hadn't helped in the slightest, though it did make Ennis wonder about those two. However, they were gone and he had no idea where they went. Honestly? He kind of preferred it that way.
Ennis had been taught many things over his life. One of them was that people learned best through experience, not just being taught. You can only be taught so much. Without the Winchesters looking over his shoulder or doing his job for him, Ennis could become a better hunter than he would have with their training. If he became a hunter, that is. The idea floated in the back of Ennis' mind like a parasite, eating away at his conscience. He wasn't sure why there was a part of him that wanted to be a hunter. The idea of killing those who had hurt him definitely appealed to the more morbid side of him that was for sure. But Ennis had always been a stand-up guy, not really embracing the dark side, so to speak.
Ennis took the books out of the bag and laid them side by side. The covers were oddly drawn, maybe just his opinion, and the fact they were shirtless in many of them gave Ennis a feeling that he should definitely not be reading them. But if this is what it took to understand what there was out there, Ennis would do it. Not tonight though. Definitely not. Ennis needed to regain some dignity and willpower before reading those books. Ennis left the room and walked upstairs into his bedroom. The room wasn't that fancily furnished, but Ennis preferred the simplicity. The dresser held many pictures of him and Tamara.
Ennis moved over to the bed and sat down, gazing at the pictures. He told himself he should move on and get rid of them, but every time he started to, something inside of him stopped his hands from completing the action. Someday, he would whisper to himself. Not today. Someday. There was a part of her still with him, a part that would never leave. Secretly, Ennis hoped it wouldn't. Life would be lonely without Tamara completely gone, more than it already was. Ennis rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. 5:15. Way too early to be this tired. Maybe he should start reading after all.
There came a beep from his phone in his pocket. Ennis grabbed it and read the message. Spotted him. Cafe Lebeau. Arrive five min. That was all it read. Ennis glanced at the number. Unknown. Ennis breathed in, anxiety coursing through his veins. He had sent out a number to some of his closer friends who had access to the supernatural families. Most of them were reluctant friends, so Ennis hadn't had much luck, but there were some who were there for this particular reason and weren't afraid to betray them, so long as there was a decent sum of money involved. Ennis had sent out a request to those people, asking them to keep an eye out for anyone of importance to the attack. There was only one him it could be, of course.
Ennis ran to his closet and grabbed his bag. He took out his gun and put it into the back of his jeans. Then he rushed out of the house, pulling on his jacket as he walked down the steps. Cafe Lebeau wasn't particularly fancy, so he had no idea why anyone would be over there. But if that was where he was, that's where Ennis would go. Ennis hailed a taxi and told him the address across the street, just in case. It wasn't far from Ennis' home, so he was in there in a mere fifteen minutes.
Ennis got out and paid the driver, then crossed the street to his destination once the taxi had pulled out of sight. Mindful of the Chicago traffic, Ennis crossed the street. Luckily it was a quieter part of town, or, as quiet as it could be in the city. There weren't as many people here, despite the late hour, so there was some good in all of this. Ennis walked up the cafe and peered inside. There he was, sitting a small table in the corner.
David Lassiter. David had been indirectly involved with the attack that had cost Tamara her life. His brother had been the one the monsters had been trying to kill. They had succeeded, but there had been collateral damage. Ennis had saved David's life later, though he sometimes wondered why. Perhaps that fact would be to his advantage here, however. Ennis walked up the hostess, gently murmuring that he was with the gentlemen in the corner. The hostess glanced over and looked back at Ennis in surprise, but nodded all the same.
As she walked away, Ennis caught her glancing over at him multiple times, as well as the man in the corner. Perhaps David came here more than Ennis had realized. If so, this may be a little more difficult than previously anticipated. Ennis reached into his pocket and felt the knife there. The gun was still in the back of jeans, Ennis had no doubt of that, but he liked the feel of the knife. It gave him a sense of confidence and security.
Not that Ennis had any intention of killing David. Not at all, at least, not yet. No, what Ennis wanted was information. He had done as much research as he could at home, but there was only so much the internet had on secret underground monster cults. And who better to give him information on one of the more prominent ones than the one who was the head of it? Or so, rumor said. Spies were rather useful, Ennis reflected. No wonder they were always used in stories.
David looked up as Ennis walked over to him. A look of surprise crossed his features. He wasn't expecting to be approached here, Ennis reflected. Or, he just wasn't expecting to see me again. Either way. "You mind if I take a seat?" he asked quietly.
David looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Be my guest," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him.
"Thanks," Ennis said, sitting.
David leaned forward. "I certainly never expected to see you again," he commented. "Why are you here?"
Ennis hesitated for a moment. "I want information," he said slowly.
David laughed slightly, though the sound was more bitter than amused. "Everyone wants something, don't they," he noted.
Ennis frowned slightly. "Not all the time," he said.
David's expressions brightened slightly. "True," he said easily. "But, I'm afraid I can't help you," he added. "I've got no information for you, though, I would love to know how you found me here. I've never seen you in here before, and I've come here for many years."
Damn, Ennis thought. "It's a place Tamara and I always wanted to try," he said. The lie came easily, much more easily than he would have expected. "I decided to try it out, at least once, and then I saw you here."
David raised an eyebrow. "I bet that's what happened," he said simply.
Ennis shifted uncomfortably. This was not going as well as he'd planned. "What can you tell me about the families?" he asked.
David's eyes narrowed. "Why do you want to know?" he asked.
Ennis shrugged. "My fiancée was killed because of you guys," he said, a hint of genuine anger coming into his voice. "Why wouldn't I want more information about it?"
David nodded slightly, though here was still suspicion in his eyes. "I can give you the basics," he said slowly. "There's five families: werewolf, shape shifter, siren, djinn, and ghouls. They all hate each other, humans sometimes die, that's really all an outsider such as yourself needs to know."
Silence. David's eyes, which had been friendly when they had first met, where as cold as ice now.
"I don't think-" Ennis began, but David cut him off. "I don't care what you think right now," he said, annoyance flaring in his tone. "I think you're working with the Winchesters, or at least, are trying to follow in their footsteps, and that generally doesn't mean good things for me or my family. So, I'd suggest you turn away and go find your information elsewhere and leave us be. Or better yet, give up this foolish idea of thinking you could possibly defeat us."
The silence was almost deathly. The other patrons in the restaurant continued eating, though all other conversation had stopped. The knife felt heavy in Ennis' pocket, though he hadn't brought it out. Ennis stood awkwardly, his mind searching for any way to make this situation better. A pit in his stomach formed when he realized there was none. Gritting his teeth, Ennis turned and walked out, David's eyes on his back the entire way.
When Ennis exited the building, he turned around to try to peer inside, but someone had closed the blinds in the front windows so it was impossible to see what was inside. "Damn it," Ennis let out a breath, clenching his fists. "Damn it," he said again, leaning against a light that was outside of the cafe. That had failed in a spectacular way. At least he had gotten some information, Ennis thought. Now he had five different types of monsters to look up, and that was better than nothing.
Ennis raised his hand, trying to get a taxi. All the ones that passed were filled, and the others either didn't notice him or didn't want to. Ennis briefly considered raising a hand full of money-a sure way to get service quick-but then shrugged the thought. Instead, he started jogging, burning off some of the frustration he was feeling.
Soon enough, Ennis arrived home. There was no one around the neighborhood, a fact of which he was slightly relieved. Ennis glanced around as he walked up the steps. There was a strange feeling around this area. Ennis hurried to open the door and step inside. He quickly closed the door and bolted it shut, the familiar sense of security washing over him as he did so. He moved back outside and began to clear away the table. The new information, and what it implied, whirled through his head. Granted, there wasn't much information, but it was at least more than what he'd had an hour ago.
Ennis headed into his bedroom. The books were sitting on his bedside table. Ennis frowned. I left them in the office, he thought to himself. Quietly, Ennis drew out his gun and raised it, moving slowly towards the window. He yanked it open, and peered outside. There was nothing out there, not a single sign that someone had entered the room. However, it was evidently clear that whoever the intruder was, he or she was gone. Ennis put his gun away and looked at the books. They were the same as he had left them, jammed into a plastic bag.
Ennis rubbed his forehead, wondering why anyone would break into his house just to move a bag of stupid books from his office into his bedroom. Ennis walked out of the room and locked his bedroom door behind before checking each room in the house. As he cleared each room, he locked it with a lock that could only be opened with the key around his neck. Positive that no one could go hide in a place he had already checked, Ennis went from room to room, systematically checking everywhere. There was no one to be seen.
Ennis sat down in a chair and placed the gun in front of him. A bag of books couldn't move on its own, but then how did they move? There is no sign of forced entry, nothing that indicates someone else was in here while I was away. Ennis wondered if there were any supernatural beings that could materialize from spot to spot. If there were, and there were any in Chicago, that would provide a reasonable explanation to the situation.
Ennis slumped in his chair as a sudden wave of tiredness washed over him. Forcing himself up, he headed back into his room and hurriedly changed into the worn out clothes that he slept in. Ennis crashed onto the bed and was out before he had a chance to think about what had happened that day.

******
Ennis jumped awake at the sound of banging on the door. Rubbing his eyes blearily, Ennis rolled over and glanced at the clock. 8 in the morning, it read. The book had fallen to the ground sometime when Ennis had fallen asleep reading it. Stumbling up, Ennis walked down the stairs. The pounding continued, ringing through Ennis' tired skull. "I'm coming!" he shouted, walking towards the door.
"What the hell do you-" he yanked the door open. "Want," he finished weakly.
There were three people standing there; one female and two male. Ennis straightened, suddenly thankful he didn't sleep naked. "May I help you?" he asked, all tiredness gone.
"That depends," the first man said. He had blond hair that was in a buzz cut and a tattoo on his right arm, a picture of a gun. The other two wore identical tattoos in the same place.
"We heard that there was some unusual activity going on in this neighborhood, and we decided to investigate," the woman added.
All three of them were trouble, Ennis decided right away. There was an air about them that he didn't like, and it wasn't the way they were all dressed as if they were in a stereotypical biker's gang. There was something in the way their eyes glinted, as if there was a hardness or coldness about them that wasn't humane.
"May I see some ID please?" Ennis asked stiffly.
The second man chuckled. He was taller and had darker hair than his companion, though his face was close enough in looks that Ennis supposed they were brothers. "We're not cops," he said, trying to seem assuring.
"No, I got that," Ennis told him. "I still want to see some ID."
The woman's eyes narrowed. She had red, which Ennis had to admit, was beautiful. It was cut short, but the sunlight gleaned off of it as if it were as long Tamara's had been. The thought of Tamara snapped Ennis back to the moment, instead of letting him daydream.
"Let me introduce myself," the first man said. He appeared to be the leader of the group. "My name is Drew Reeds, and this is my brother Charles. That there is Melissa. No relation to us in anyway."
Ennis glanced at her. "Just along for the ride?"
She grinned. "Something like that." Ennis winced internally. Perhaps it was her imagination, but her teeth to be a little too sharp, almost as if they were filed to look like fangs.
"Why did you come to my house?" Ennis asked.
Charles spoke this time. "We heard about your girlfriend," he said abruptly.
Ennis glared at him. "Fiancée, actually," he corrected.
Drew bowed his head. "We're truly sorry for your loss," he said. "There are horrible things out there in the world, and we'd love nothing more than to see them annihilated."
Ennis frowned. "Well, I don't know about that," he said, uneasy. "Brought to justice, sure, but annihilated seems pretty extreme."
"Extreme is the only way to be if you want the job done," Charles snapped.
Ennis glanced at him again. Melissa chuckled; clearly she had a twisted sense of humor. "All right then," Ennis said. "Well, I'm not sure how I can help you folks. If you want, I can direct you to the nearest police station."
"That won't be necessary," Drew interrupted. "We know exactly where it is," Melissa added, shooting a glare at her partner.
Ennis watched them, his bad feeling only growing the more time he spent with these people. "Well," he began. "Have a nice day, then." Ennis started to close the door, but Charles whipped a hand out and grabbed it, holding it in place.
"What the-," Ennis started, his hand instinctively going to the gun that he had placed on the table by the door.
Charles merely grinned. "You have a nice day as well," he said, eyes flashing dangerously. Then he removed his hand and stepped back, his eyes never leaving Ennis' face.
Ennis closed the door and moved to the window, standing back as to avoid being seen by them should they look this way. Drew said something as they were walking away, causing his companions to begin to laugh uproariously. Ennis didn't know what he said, but he doubted it was anything that anyone normal would find amusing. As they walked off down the road, Ennis could have sworn they knew he was watching them. That was impossible, of course, but the way they acted gave him an unmistakable feeling that there was something more to them than they were letting on.
Ennis closed the window, locking it just in case. He was sure they wouldn't be back, at least not immediately, but to better secure himself he went around and locked every window and every door that led to the outside. He was getting way too paranoid, Ennis told himself. Still, if that's what made him feel better, he did it.
Ennis grabbed something small to eat and walked over to his computer. He pulled up the search engine and began his morning research. Others might have called him obsessed; others, fanatic. Either way, Ennis researched anything and everything supernatural in hopes of getting as much information as he possibly could. Briefly, the idea of calling Sam and Dean crossed his mind, but Ennis dismissed it almost immediately. There was no reason to drag them out of whatever they were doing, and besides, he didn't have their number. He could probably find it, if he worked hard enough, but it was a ton of effort in order to one number which he might end up not calling.
Ennis typed in Drew Reeds. There wasn't much in the initial search, but, on a whim, Ennis added the words Hunters, Melissa, Charles. Then he saw exactly what he wanted to see. They were allegedly from a motorcycle gang called the Defenders. An odd name for a motorcycle gang, Ennis thought, though he didn't have much experience with them. Apparently they had never been seen by many actually doing whatever motorcycle gangs do. According to the articles, Reeds and his gang show up when there are unusual deaths around, and then leave before the authorities discover a new body, someone previously unrelated to the case. After finding the body with a ton of evidence, the killings stop and everything turns back to normal.
They were hunters, then. Not monsters, as Ennis' initial suspicion. He remembered Sam and Dean saying they were going to put the word out to hunters, but it was so soon. Besides, they didn't seem like the type the Winchesters would hang around with. No, either they heard about it from some other way or they were here for a different reason. Whatever the reason, it couldn't be good.
Ennis closed the laptop and grabbed his phone. Ennis wasn't in bad shape, but ever since the attack he had been exercising more, bulking up. He went for a run every morning now, something Ennis would have never thought to do in his lifetime, unless he needed to slim down for Tamara. Ennis grabbed a spare knife and slipped it into his jacket pocket, just in case. It may one day get him arrested, but Ennis never left home without a knife. A silver one, to be more specific. A regular knife wouldn't do in this town.