Hey guys! This is my new fic, based in the Supernatural world. It's about two girls who, like Sam and Dean, travel America hunting things like wendigoes and ghosts. Hope you like it, and don't feel unwelcome to criticise and help me make this story better!

Set in Season 1.

Thanks,

M.

INTRODUCTION

Laughter rang out in the small motel room. AC/DC was playing softly from the old stereo over in the corner. The room smelt like air freshener, along with perfume and nail varnish. There were empty takeaway containers from the Chinese place down the road, piled up on the round table in the middle of the room. It was a happy atmosphere, which one would probably not expect from the cheap, run-down motel room.

There were only two people occupying the room. Two young women, to be precise. They were sitting on the only bed in the room, laughing and talking, and sometimes singing along to the music. They were painting each other's nails, and seemed to be having a great time. One of the girls was more curvy than the other, with wavy, light brown hair tumbling halfway down her back. The other girl, who was sitting across from her, was thinner and had straight, red hair. Both girls were average height, and they were both wearing loose shirts and their underwear.

It was the early hours of the morning, and the moon was out, shining through their window. The brunette said something, and the other girl laughed.

"So, what about that guy at the hospital today?" The redhead smirked, as she painted her friend's nails a midnight blue, almost black.

"What about him?" The brunette snorted, trying not to move so that she wouldn't disturb her friend's handiwork.

"You didn't think he was cute? He was totally checking you out," the other girl replied, her eyes flicking up to her friend's, with a mischievous glint in them.

"You know how I feel about that kind of thing," the brunette raised an eyebrow, looking up at her friend through her eyelashes. Her friend smiled and nodded.

"I know, I know. I'm just trying to be a good friend."

"I know you are, Ellie. But I'm fine without a man. It's not really a luxury we could have, anyway," She replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Hey, hey, I never said it would have to be long-term," Ellie smirked. Her friend gasped.

"Are you suggesting a one night stand?" The brunette placed a hand over her heart in mock betrayal. "Ellie! How could you? I am not that easy!" Ellie laughed, shaking her head at her friends dramatic display.

"Well, now I can see that you are definitely fine. Back to the usual snarky, sarcastic Karla we go," she chuckled. Karla laughed too, and soon they were in fits of giggles and collapsing all over the bed. Once they calmed down, they just laid down beside each other, exhausted from everything that they had done today.

There was another ringing laugh, though this one did not belong to either of the two girls. They both sat up simultaneously, and shared a look, and seemed to come to a unanimous decision. They hopped up from the bed at the same time, and both walked over to the desk in the corner of the room. Ellie picked up what looked like a container of rock salt, and Karla picked up a shotgun. She loaded it with rounds and took up a defensive stance.

"What the hell was that?" Karla whispered to her friend, who was also loading her own gun.

"I don't know, but it sounded an awful lot like the ghost we were hunting today," Ellie shrugged. Karla looked back at her, confusion clouding her face.

"But we burned her bones!" Karla replied. As soon as the words left her mouth, a small girl seemingly flickered into existence right in front of them.

"Well obviously, this chick doesn't want to move on," Ellie replied, and they both aimed their guns at the girl. The ghost looked about ten years old, and was wearing a ripped, dirty dress. She was holding a long, sharp knife in one hand, and was slowly creeping towards the two friends. Karla shot her, and she disappeared. Ellie quickly got to work, pouring lines of rock salt at every entrance to their motel room, including the windows.

"What the hell? How is she at our motel room? Scratch that, how is she still alive?" Karla near shouted, dumbfounded by the situation.

"I don't know! We must have missed something, must have brought something back with us- oh." Ellie froze, and looked to Karla with wide eyes.

"Ellie, what did you do?" Karla said slowly, like she was talking to a five year old.

"Well, um, I may have taken something from the mansion this morning," Ellie replied, looking at her feet guiltily.

"What? Elspeth Mary Monroe, what did you take?" Karla stood with her hands on her hips and accusation on her face.

"I took a locket, okay? It was pretty, and looked antique. Maybe there's a lock of hair or something in it," she said, and looked at Karla, who was staring right back at her like she was waiting for her to do something. They were silent for a few seconds.

"Well? What are you waiting for, go burn the thing!" Karla threw her hands in the air, exasperated.

"Oh right, yeah! I'll do that now," Ellie ran over to her duffel bag, and started frantically digging through its contents. It took her a few seconds, but she eventually found what she was looking for. She pulled a silver chain out of her bag, and on the chain was a oval-shaped locket. Ellie was right when she said the thing was pretty; it had an elaborate pattern carved into the shiny silver, and it seemed like it was a hundred years old. Ellie opened the locket, and in it was a lock of blonde hair, just as she had guessed. She threw the locket into the bin near the door, and covered it in salt and fuel.

"Hey Karla, chuck me your lighter," Ellie held her hand out, and Karla picked up a lighter from the table. She went to throw it to Ellie, but it was ripped out of the air and thrown to the side. Karla spun around as Ellie leaped for the lighter which now on the opposite side of the room. The ghost girl was back in the room, even though that should be impossible. Karla aimed her shotgun at the ghost, but it too was ripped away and thrown to the other side of the room.

"Son of a bitch," she cursed, looking between her gun and the ghost. How had the ghost gotten into the room if they had salted the entrances? Karla looked around frantically, and noticed an air vent in the roof.

"Dammit," she growled. How hadn't they noticed that? Now, both girls were weapon-less and in danger. Ellie was scrambling towards the lighter, but the ghost didn't pay any attention to her. She creeped towards Karla, raising the knife and laughing. Karla backed up towards the wall, and slid down to sit on the floor. She pushed herself into the wall to get as far from the ghost as she could. The ghost moved slowly, like she was savouring the moment. Karla's gaze flickered towards Ellie, who had reached the lighter and was moving back to the bin. The ghost didn't seem to realise, though.

"Um, Ellie, we don't have all night," Karla frantically called out to her friend.

"Yeah, chill out, Karla. I've nearly got it," Ellie called back, trying to get a flame, but the lighter didn't want to cooperate. The ghost was now only a few feet away from Karla, who was really wishing that they kept their weapons on a bungee cord. The ghost held the knife out further, and started slashing it around Karla.

"Aha! Got it!" Ellie shouted victoriously, after managing to get the lighter to work. She chucked it into the bin, and it lit up, burning the locket and the hair inside of it. Ellie turned to face Karla, just in time to see the ghost screech in agony and burn up, disappearing for good. The two girls stared at each other, both with fear and relief evident on their faces. The room was silent for a few seconds, before they both burst out laughing and Ellie walked to sit next to Karla.

"Are you serious? You took the freakin' locket from the haunted mansion? Have you ever seen a horror movie before? You are probably the biggest idiot I've ever had the misfortune to meet," Karla chuckled, shaking her head at her friend and smiling.

"Yeah, but you love me," Ellie replied, smiling too.

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, princess." The two girls quietened again, still smiling. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to them before, and it wouldn't be the last time, either. They both knew this, but it wouldn't stop them from hunting. They were great hunters, and they chose this life. They both knew that they wouldn't be able to go back to their old lives. They had nothing but each other, and that's how it had always been. And they were fine with it staying that way.