LITTLE BIRD

Sam and Dean are on a hunt, and they run into Eve. A slight, petite young woman from out of town. She is a hunter, and has a past and hidden secrets. Questions need to be answered and demons need to be killed. This is the story of how she came to be what she is, the relationships that grow between the brothers and herself, and the journeys they take together. Along the way they encounter, love, loss, fear, and hope. Will they be able to keep her safe from the dangers that encroach her, or will she end up having to save them?

One

Closing the battered old book, dust flying freely in the air, Sam Winchester stood up from his seat in the old library. He collected his notes and papers on the table next to him, placing them neatly in his bag. Pleased he cracked a riddle that his brother couldn't decipher.

'Geek' mumbled Dean. As he followed Sam out.

'Ha ha' Sam chuckled mockingly, turning around to face his brother, he walked backwards.

'Bitch'

'Jerk' said Sam turning again, but before his words came out, he collided with someone. A young woman, slight and petite, with wavy brown hair.

She dropped the books that were nestled in her arm, with a thud on the hard wooden floor. Making a very loud bang, in the silent library.

Sam bent down to help her pick them up, apologising.

'I'm so sorry… are you…?' Said Sam, lost for words, not able to take his eyes of the woman.

'Yeah…I'm fine' replied the woman, trying to avoid eye contact.

She looked embarrassed, and hurriedly tucked her books away.

Straightening up, Sam noticed her rosy cheeks and couldn't help but to keep looking at her. Walking past them Dean sniggered at his brother, making Sam aware, and flustered.

He gave the woman her books. Too occupied in making sure she was alright, Sam failed to see the unusual books she carried.

'Thank you' she said in a soft, hushed voice, and hurried off, looking behind her as she left through the old double wooden doors. Her forehead creased.

Dean patted Sam on the back, grinning at his brother. He said, 'Nice one Sammy.' mockingly.

Irritated, Sam shook Dean off. Walking out behind his brother Sam smiled to

himself. She was very nice, he thought.

Walking back to Deans 1967 Chevrolet Impala, he couldn't stop thinking about her, and the way her bright and odd coloured, green eyes shone behind her long blinking eyelashes, the way they had sparkled in the light…

Dean sighed at the sight of his brother, as he climbed into his seat.

'what?' questioned Sam.

'Oh…pfft…nothing' said Dean kick starting the Impala, and reversing out of the lot.

Back at their motel, Sam and Dean took out the information they found at the library. Comparing notes to a case they are working on. Sam was daydreaming and Dean had noticed.

'Are you thinking about her…'

Sam looked up. 'hmm?'

'what is she wearing?' asked Dean confidently.

'Hey! No, I'm not…I was…I was just thinking…' Sam stuttered.

'Oh, yeah…well what about?'

Sam hesitated. 'Nothing…look just read this' He said shaking his head, he passed Dean some police records he had managed to get his hands on.

It seemed that fresh, new vampires had settled into town…reeking havoc. The police department had no clue of what was going on, as usual, but the signs all pointed towards the supernatural.

A man in his mid thirties, with no official records, such as a driving license, had been found dead. His head had been torn off, and bite marks found all over his body. No one had come forward in connection to the man.

Sam had also pilfered pictures of the body. Dean cringed as he looked at them.

The scenes in the pictures looked horrific. But the dead, was in fact also a vampire. That they could make out. It looked as if he had been killed by his own kind, for what reasons the boys did not know.

They headed to the morgue, each dressed in a black suit and tie. Fake ID's in their pockets, to double check the case, and to get a closer look at the body.

The boys headed back out to the Impala a little while later, their suspicions confirmed. The weapons already packed in the trunk. At present there were three known vampires to go after, but there could be more.

Meanwhile across town, coincidently, not far from the boys Eve was set up in a dingy run down room. The faded pink, floral wallpaper was old and pealing from the cold, bare, thin, walls.

Eve sat down on her hard bed, she could feel the sharp springs underneath her. In her hand she held a picture of her parents. Sighing to herself she placed the picture on the rickety bedside table.

Eve reaches beside her, picking up what seems to be a vile with deep red congealed liquid inside, it is labelled as 'dead'. Weighing it in her hand, Eve places it in her jacket pocket. Opening the draw from the bedside table she takes out a sharp mythical looking silver dagger, and an intricately designed pistol. She tests the sharpness of the dagger by feeling the edge carefully.

Standing up from the bed, Eve collects her rucksack up from where it is placed on a mouldy looking chair.

Eve could have afforded something much more glamorous than a run down, damp room, but thought it would be safer, than splashing out on something over priced, where people could be watching her every movement. Eve was a careful and cautious person.

Slinging the bag over her shoulder, pistol and dagger safely inside, along with a note book, and map, Eve made her way to the peeling door of her room, picking up a set of keys from the table she passes. She shuts the door behind her.