A/N: Greetings, fair reader! Before you get started, I have just a few quick comments that will hopefully help you to better understand this story and greatly improve your reading experience. First off, and most important, is the story's setting. I've set this fic in early season 6 (after 6x04 to be precise) with a few slight deviations from canon. Sam escapes hell with his soul still intact and immediately reunites with Dean, essentially removing their grandfather, his family, Lisa, and Ben from the plot line entirely. Also, Castiel will be working against Crowley instead of alongside him. Now I know it might seem like I've basically thrown out the entire plot from the 6th season, but I promise it will all start to make sense as the story progresses. Second, and less important, this entire fic was written for my two best friends who you will have the privilege of reading about as they will be the two main OCs, Emily and Madison. I hope you love and adore them as much as I do. That is all for now. Happy reading!
Emily groaned as she crawled out of bed, still exhausted from the previous days hunt. A warm blanket around her shoulders defended her from the cold as she wandered into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her breath now mint fresh, she returned to the room and proceeded to dress herself. She slipped into a black, pencil skirt, pulled on a white button up, and threw a black blazer over the top. Her look was completed with a light layer of foundation, some eyeliner, mascara, and lip stick in a shade of blood read. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her keys, fake FBI badge, and headed out.
Emily arrived at the crime scene in a matter of minutes. She took a deep breath and exited her car, a silver, 1964 Chevy Nova. As she strode across the loose gravel, she immediately regretted her decision to wear heels. The three police officers who had previously been chattering amongst themselves now turned to look at her.
"Good morning, gentlemen." She said in a flat, emotionless tone.
"I'll say it is!" The first officer smirked as his eyes eagerly skimmed over her body.
Emily ignored the comment. "My name is Carole Anderson, I'm with the FBI." She stated.
"Sure you are, sweetheart." The second officer chuckled.
Emily glared at the man and flashed her badge. All three men grew silent.
"Now." She growled. "Which of you would like to relay the details of the incident to me?"
Before they had a chance to respond, two men in suits approached. One was abnormally tall, with long, chocolate brown hair that nearly touched his shoulders. The other, though still fairly tall, seemed relatively short in comparison. His hair was a dirty blond and his eyes were bright green.
"Morning." The shorter man greeted, his lips turned up in cocky smile. "I'm Agent Anderson, this is Agent Brown."
The taller man, Agent Brown as his comrade had said his name was, nodded acknowledging at the group as they both flashed their badges. Emily quickly noted that the badges had been faked, and quite well too. Which left the question, just who where these men?
"Anderson?" The third officer inquired, looking from the sandy-haired man to Emily. "You two related?"
"Married, actually." He responded, moving to place an arm around her waist. "Four years and counting."
Emily decided just to go with it for the time being. They would be able to sort this out later. She leaned up and placed a kiss on her "husband's" cheek, her lip stick leaving behind just the slightest trace of red on his skin.
"Alright, love birds." Agent Brown said. "Break it up. We have a case to solve."
"This way if you please, agents." The third officer motioned for the trio to follow him.
"We found him this morning. Body was still warm, no more than four hours old I'd say." The third officer explained. "He was a local fella, Gary Miles was his name. He was a good guy, had quite the temper on 'im though. Wouldn't wanna find myself opposite of him in a fight!"
"The report said this was an animal attack." Emily frowned as she bent down to examine the corpses neck.
"That's right, miss."
"These bite marks." She said quietly, grazing her gloved fingers over the wound. "They were made by human teeth..."
"The hell?" Anderson muttered as he knelt down to get a better look. "She's right."
"Ah, officers." Agent Brown stated. "You wouldn't know if anyone around here happened to have anything against Mr. Miles, would you?"
"No one that I can think of." The first officer stated.
"Every 'round these parts seemed to like 'im well enough." The third officer chimed in. "Can't say I know of anyone who'd wanna do this here fella in for."
"It was an animal attack, plain and simple." The second officer grunted at the trio. "Just cuz the teeth marks look a bit unusual doesn't mean anything. It was an animal. There's nothing else it could have been."
Brown nodded. "We understand, sir. But it is our job to explore every possibility in a situation such as this."
Emily straightened up, her lips pulled into a tight frown. "I've seen enough." She announced before stalking back to her car.
Agents Brown and Anderson gave each other a knowing glance before heading after her.
"Thank you for your time." Agent Brown called as they left.
The officers nodded and gave a friendly wave as they went back to whatever tasks they had been trying to complete before they had been interrupted.
Emily stretched out an arm to open the door of her car, but before her fingers could grasp the handle she felt another hand suddenly pull her own back. Instinct kicked in and she pulled her body into a fighting stance as she whirled around to face her offender.
"You." She snarled when she found herself face to face with Anderson.
"Hey, honey." He grinned.
"What do you want." She hissed through clenched teeth.
"We wanna know who you are and what you're doing here." Brown stated flatly as he came up behind his partner.
"I could ask you the same thing." Emily dead-panned. "You aren't FBI agents, your badges were faked."
"Answer the question, sweetheart."
Emily didn't respond but instead glared up at the man who refused to release her arm. She contemplated pulling him forward and smashing him into her car window to get away but decided against it. She didn't want to cause any damage to the fresh paint job after all. After several minutes of silence Anderson spoke again.
"Sam, check the trunk." He ordered.
Before she could protest, the taller man whose real name was apparently Sam had popped open her trunk and was rummaging through it's contents. It only took a couple minutes of sorting through her various weapons for the men to come to a rather obvious conclusion.
"She's a hunter." Sam announced.
"You sure?"
"Yeah Dean, I'm pretty sure." Sam said looking slightly annoyed. "I mean, unless the FBI's suddenly requiring that all their agents carry around rock salt bullets and pinewood stakes."
Sam and Dean? Emily frowned, where had she heard those names before? They sounded so familiar, wait... No, it couldn't be. She looked up at her captors, eyes flickering from Sam to Dean, the realization dawning.
"You're..." She breathed, still unbelieving. "You're the Winchesters."
"That's us." Dean grinned. "Always happy to meet a fan."
Sam gave his brother a sharp nudge of disapproval before turning back to Emily. "Well, now that you know our names, it only seems fair that you tell us yours."
"...Emily." She responded after a moments silence. "Emily Schneider."
"Sorry." Sam shook his head as though he'd heard wrong. "Did you say Emily Schneider?"
"I did."
"Well son of a bitch." Dean chuckled as he ran a hand through hair. "What brings Germany's top hunter to the land of the free?"
"A case." Emily said with slight hesitation.
"Yeah, ok." Dean rolled his eyes. "How about you tell us why you're really here."
"It's classified."
"Classified by whom?" Sam asked, his tone and expression full of skepticism.
"Look, it doesn't really matter. We can sort this out later." Emily said pointedly. "Right now we need to figure out what killed that man and stop it from killing again."
"We?" Dean frowned. "Look sweetheart, I appreciate the offer but I think Sammy and I've got-"
"What he means to say," Sam quickly cut in, "is that your assistance would be much appreciated. We could use all the help we can get."
Emily smiled and reached into her handbag, pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil. She jolted down an address and phone number before tearing off the slip of paper and handing it to the taller Winchester.
"Meet me there in three hours." She said. "In the meantime I'll be doing some research to see if i can't work out what the hell it is we're dealing with. I suggest you both do the same."
"Can do." Sam smiled awkwardly before heading back to the Impala.
Dean shuffled after his brother, feeling uneasy. Emily was a phenomenal hunter, one of the best in all of Europe. And though Dean had never personally seen her hunt, he'd heard enough stories to know that she was deadly even without a weapon in her hand. Skill wasn't the problem here. Trust was. There were several rumors floating around that Emily Schneider had murdered some of her past hunting partners. Dean wasn't one for gossip, but being in a situation that presented even the slightest possible threat to Sam's safety made him nervous. He wasn't all too concerned about his own life, but his brother's he would protect at any cost.
"I don't feel good about this." He admitted, once they had both climbed into the car.
"What are you talking about?" Sam seemed confused.
"Emily. I don't trust her."
"What? Dean... You're not telling me you believe those stories about her, are you?"
"You're telling me you don't?" Dean's expression was serious.
"Of course I don't." Sam said." Those people were her friends. Why would she want to hurt them? It doesn't make any sense."
"I don't know, Sam..." Dean finally said after several minutes of daunting silence. "But what I do know is that something about this chick just ain't right. There's too many rumors floating around and that doesn't settle with me. I don't think we can trust her."
The younger Winchester stared at his brother in disgust. "Do you always have to assume the worst of people?"
"When they're potential killers, yeah. I think it's fair of me to assume the worst!"
"We're killers, Dean." Sam said quietly, averting his gaze from his brother's green-eyed stare. "I think we should at least give her a chance."
"...Ok." Dean sighed. "But one wrong move and she's dead. Understand?"
"Yeah, ok."
Three hours later, the Winchester brothers stood outside the door of a motel room on the opposite side of town from where they themselves were staying. Sam brought his hand up to the painted wood and gave three sharp raps. A couple of seconds later the door creaked open and Emily waved them inside. Once the brothers had been seated, Emily grabbed her iPad and plopped down on the twin bed that sat in the center of the room.
"So." She began, folding her hands and placing them in her lap. "Have you two worked out what we're dealing with yet?"
"Not exactly." Sam said sheepishly.
"Well then." Emily grinned looking rather pleased with herself. "It's a good thing you've got me to help you out."
Dean rolled his eyes. "How about you just shut your trap and show us what you've got."
"Aren't we touchy." Emily teased while pulling up a tab on her tablet. "We're dealing with a rugaru."
"A rugaru?" Sam looked confused. "That doesn't make any sense i-"
"Here." Emily shoved her iPad into the younger Winchester's hands. "Just read it."
"Saint Kendrick's Church of the Brotherhood, located in San Diego, California? But I don't understand what this has to do wi-"
"Just keep reading."
Sam and Dean hovered over the screen, their expressions becoming more and more perplexed as they read on.
"So... They're vampires?" Sam asked, still feeling confused.
"Men who think they're vampires." Emily corrected. "Don't you find it suspicious that all the congregation's members are men?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I guess it is a bit odd."
Emily smirked and handed the pair a piece of paper with strange symbols drawn along the border.
"This is their Statement of Faith." She explained. "I had to hack into their website to get it. Took me over half an hour to do but it was definitely worth it."
Dean rolled his eyes while his brother carefully examined the document.
"Most of it's just a bunch of crap about this Saint Kendrick guy, but the fourth line in the second paragraph is pretty interesting."
Sam's eyes moved to the section Emily had mentioned and quickly skimmed it over.
"As a member of The Brotherhood of Saint Kendrick, I do hereby pledge to resist the ever alluring temptation of human flesh, as it is unclean, and I accept that the partaking of such an impure substance would surely damn me to an eternity hell."
"Sorry sweetheart, but I'm not seeing what this had to do with anything." Dean said.
"Vampires don't crave human flesh." Emily stated, as though that explained everything. "And check this out."
She handed the brothers yet another sheet of paper. This time however, it was a profile.
"Jerry Davis. Member of Saint Kendrick's Church of the Brotherhood for 12 years until he disappeared almost two months back." Emily relayed as the boys looked the paper over. "Since he left the Brotherhood there have been three attacks just like the one we saw this morning. One in Ely, Nevada, one in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and finally, the one i-"
"In Hastings, Nebraska." Sam finished.
"So what?" Dean mused. "You think the guy made a run for it and just started killing people for kicks?"
"For blood." Emily corrected. "The Brotherhood are only permitted to feed on human blood because Kendrick thought that it would cause them to be made pure. And they weren't allowed eat the flesh because he thought it was unholy."
"The bite marks." Sam said, suddenly understanding where she was heading. "They were made with human teeth but the vic had been sucked almost dry like if it had been a vamp."
"Ok, but why a rugaru?" Dean asked, still not entirely understanding.
"The church members were all men." Emily explained. "The rugaru genes are only passed from father to son. Also, here's one of the church's documents from 16 years ago that I managed to dig up."
She handed the boys a final paper before continuing. "On March 24th of 1999, Gerard Davis was charged with violation of the the Brotherhood code and sentenced to burn at the stake."
"Rugaru's can only be killed with fire." Sam remarked.
Emily nodded. "Gerard was Jerry's father. The news reports from that time say that he went missing and was never found, leaving his 14 year old son in the care of his church Deacon."
"So you think he found out the truth about how his dad died?" Sam asked quietly.
"It is possible." Emily answered. "That or he just decided to leave The Brotherhood of his own free will."
"Well, one things for sure." Dean said, rising from his chair. "We've got a rugaru to take care of. So let's go burn that son of a bitch."
