MAY 5th
DJ White woke early, and went to the kitchen to eat. As she ate, she looked over different files that were spread over the table. One file was on a guy named Dean Winchester. Another was on his brother, Sam. The other files were on different jobs of the supernatural. Supernatural beings that created death wherever they chose to go.
She looked at the pictures of Sam and Dean, studying them carefully. She had to give it to them, they were good at what they did. Wherever they went, they would take out a demon, or two, or whatever they were hunting.
She had been at several jobs that they had been at, but they never caught her. If they had missed something, anything, she would come in and take care of it for them. They didn't know, and she preffered it that way, she didn't want them to know who she was. She was a loner, and didn't work well with others all that often. She had a feeling that she would knock heads with them if they knew what she was doing, even though they were on the same side. They were all hunters.
Besides, if they ever did figure out that she had been at the same jobs that they had been at, and wanted to find her, they would have one hell of a time trying to get to her. She lived in secrecy, her closest neighbor was at least a mile away, and she had everything that she ever needed, delivered to her. She rarely had anyone stop to visit her. She did have her own connections though, they were many, but none knew her real name, she always gave a fake name. She did not want to be found, unless she needed to be, and that was very few and far between.
When she finished eating, she cleaned up, and headed for the shower. She showered quickly, and put on her black terry cloth robe. She always kept two small guns in all of her robes, one in each pocket. One never knew when they would be needed in her profession. She quickly found clothes, and got dressed. She wore nothing but black, harder to see the blood and guts that got all over her that way. Black was her favorite color.
She slipped into her black tank and black stretch pants, and slid on her knee-high, black heeled boots, over the pant legs, and then did her hair and makeup, which happened to be one of the only things that wasn't black, her makeup.
She put her hair up into a tight bun at the top of her head, as she usually did when she worked a job. She had raven black hair that went down to her mid-thigh. It was just too long to keep down while she worked, more times than not, it would get in the way.
She grabbed her black, plastic, 'librarian' glasses, off of the bedside table, and slid them on her face. She took one last look in the mirror, and nodded. Perfect. She grabbed her hunting gear from under her bed, the file from the bedside table, and headed to her car. She was headed to a new job, that a contact had sent to her late last night. Apparently Dean and Sam were heading to the job too. In that case, she would just stay out of their way as much as she could. Even if she did run into them, she doubted that they would remember her. It had happened a couple times before, and they hadn't, so she wasn't too worried about it, but just to be safe she would stay in the background as much as she could.
The day was finally over, it had been a long one. She had watched as Dean and Sam had worked dilligently to find what kind of supernatural being had left destruction in it's wake. They didn't get too much information from the interviews that they had conducted. She heard everything perfect, as if they were talking right to her. She wasn't a 'normal' human, she had some special...'gifts' that helped her out immensely when hunting. She had super senses. She could hear for miles. All of her senses were heightened. She had super strength, which if she put to the test, could make her run pretty fast too. She also had perfect aim on any, and everything that she did. Whether it was shooting her guns, or throwing a knife. She hit her target every single time, that is, if she wanted to. Other times, she just wanted to wound the thing she was hunting, so she could get information from them. All of her heightened powers came in handy in her profession. She didn't know too many hunters that could do what she could, which was why she chose to be reclusive.
She went to bed late, after looking over all of the information that she had collected that day, and slept with a gun underneath her pillow, for good measure.