On Your Mark

Summary:

A race against demons, angels and time itself throws the a trio of misfits into the chaos that is the life of the infamous Winchester brothers. Tension climbs as personalities clash, loyalties are questioned and Hell comes one step closer, with each broken Seal, to unleashing the devil himself. Can the two groups pull together to stop Lucifer from breaking free? Or will they be thrown into the wake of the Apocalypse with little to rely on other than themselves and their instincts?

Chapter One
Misfits and Hunters

Cointh, Missippi

"Gah! Do you know how hard it is to get this shit outta clothes?"

The irate voice of Lita McCann groans, shattering the silence of the hotel room as the ebony-haired woman unlocks the door and enters the room. Dark blue eyes glares down at the toxic-green goop splattered along the cotton fabric of her light-blue t-shirt. Tossing the key to the room onto the nearby table, Lita immediately saunters toward the bathroom, stripping the shirt off of her so she can try to salvage the shirt.

Laughing in response to her friend's irritation, Kerrigan Winters follows Lita into the hotel room, her snow-white hair tinged with dirt and unmentionable grime. The woman's red eyes glisten with humor at her friend's expense, watching the ebony-haired woman scrub viciously at the goop staining her shirt.

"It could be worse, luv," Kerrigan states, earning a sharp glare from her blue-eyed friend, "You could have had that things face."

Snorting at Kerrigan's attempt of softening her irritation, Lita shakes her head, "Has anyone ever told you, you're weird?"

"All the time, luv," Kerrigan responds in kind, as if it is a known fact, "Surely it hasn't taken you this long to figure it out for yourself."

Realizing there is no way of getting the stain out of the shirt, Lita tosses it in a nearby trash bin, drying off her hands as she walks over to her large duffle bag. Pulling out a random shirt, Lita pulls it over her head and groans as they get ready to relax for the rest of the night. The moment the opened beer bottle touches her lips, Lita hears her phone go off, causing the ebony-haired woman to groan. Fishing out her phone, she flips it open.

"Speak!" Lita calls out, dragging the word out in a dull tone.

"McCann?"

Straightening from her lounging position, "Singer? Is everything alright?"

"Can't talk about it over the phone," the gruff voice on the other end states, "Somethings been going on and several Hunters have been killed throughout the last few days," Lita swallows the lump in her throat, not that she knew many other Hunters, "I could use your help with some serious shit. Think you and that witchy friend of yours can wander your way up here?"

Blinking at the request, Lita muses over the idea of what possible trouble Bobby Singer found himself in now, "Sure. We can do that. We should be there within a two, maybe three, days."

"Good. Stay safe, kid."

Hanging up her phone, Lita glances over at a curious Kerrigan, "Bobby Singer," Kerrigan nods slowly to show she is following, "Something must be going down, because Bobby asked for me and my 'witchy friend' to head up to his place."

Kerrigan's blank features causes Lita to tense, only for a sigh of relief when Kerrigan breaks into a large grin, "You mean, I get to meet the infamous Bobby Singer? You sure I won't be shot at the moment I walk through the door?"

Lita chuckles, shaking her head as she scrolls through her list of contacts, "I guess we'll find out. I'm gonna phone Hart."

Clearwater, Florida

The honey-gold eyes of Sera Hart calmly watches the random pedestrians as they pass by her, her observant gaze never breaking as she gazes over couples, families and groups of friends. The young woman simply smiles softly as a small child waves in her direction, her rich black cherry colored hair a stark contrast to her naturally pale skin tone. She can't recall how many times people have told her she looks as though she was born of fire and ash.

She wasn't. She knows that much.

Her hobby of people-gazing is cut off when a near-silent buzzing noise sounds from her pocket, causing her to pull out the cell phone, "Hello?"

"Hart!"

Hearing the voice of her friend, Sera's head tilts, eyes still watching the pedestrians as she responds, "Oh. Hello, Lita. Have you and Winters finally come across a troubling puzzle?"

"No. Singer rang me up, said he would like it if I head up to his place and he mentioned bringing my 'witchy friend' with me. I figured I'd pass the message and you can meet us at the Salvage Yard within two days."

"Is it particularly safe for Winters to be going up with you? Bobby's place is like the central hub for Hunters. It wouldn't be intelligent to bring her along with you," Sera states as if it is common knowledge, the red-head standing up from the bench, stretching one of her arms above her head.

"Perhaps not the best idea, but would it really be smart to leave her to her own desires?" Sera doesn't bother covering up the grunt of agreement, causing Lita to giggle, "See my point? So, Singer's place, two days."

"Understood."

Effectively shutting the phone, Sera glances around at the people before starting her way down one of the several pathways.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Dean Winchester shuts the door to the fridge, the cold beer bottle in his hands freezing at his lips as a knock sounds on the front door. Remembering Bobby commenting about expecting some company, Dean calls out that he's got it. Removing his gun from his pocket, he presses the barrel of the gun against the door before opening it. The bright green eyes of the Hunter immediately finds a pair of dark blue eyes staring back at him, confusion flickering in the sea-colored eyes.

"Can I help you?" Dean asks, hoping he didn't have to shoot the woman standing on the other end of the threshold.

The ebony-haired woman smiles in a slightly nervous fashion, "Uh, I'm here to see Bobby Singer. I'm an old...family friend."

Family friend? Dean's sure he's met a lot of Bobby's old 'friends' and he's never seen this woman before in his life. She can't be any younger than Sam, and she's definitely not older than himself.

"He's inside. Come on in," Dean insists casually, dropping the gun and pocketing it before opening the door wider, allowing the woman to enter the house. "Who's your friend?"

"Kerrigan," the ebony-haired woman states, "I'm Lita McCann."

Nodding a silent greeting to the white-haired woman, Dean turns to lead them to Bobby's study, shifting slightly at the sight of the albino. He's seen some weird things in his life, but never someone that has such an obvious genetic problem. A few steps inside, Dean pauses when he hears a small noise calling out for attention.

"Ah, bloody Hell," the white-haired woman curses, pulling Dean and Lita's attention back to the open doorway.

Seeing the white-haired, red-eyed woman unable to move any further into the house, Dean remembers Bobby putting a Devil's Trap under the welcome mat. Raising his gun, he only hesitates to pull the trigger when Lita steps between him and Kerrigan.

"I told you," Kerrigan's European-accented voice calls out mockingly to Lita, "I told you, me walking into the home of a Hunter is going to end up with me getting shot at."

"Oh, shut it, Winters," Lita groans out, raising her hands defensively when Dean glares at her, "You can drop the gun. Kerrigan isn't quite like other demons." Dean's refusal to step down causes the blue eyes to roll in annoyance, "Bobby Singer! Get your ass in here and tell this guy to stand down, will ya!"

Dean briefly casts a side glance to witness Bobby moving into the foyer, his surrogate father immediately sighing in relief at the sight of the ebony-haired woman. When Bobby's gaze travels to her companion trapped just beyond the threshold, Bobby's eyebrows knit together as he glares at the thing standing in his open doorway.

"You brought a demon to my house?" Bobby questions, the 'yer and idjit' insinuated in his tone.

Lita immediately crosses her arms over her chest, glaring back at Bobby, "Look, about a year ago, I was working a case trying to help Hart, and that coven of witches is where I met Kerrigan."

When Bobby looks over at Kerrigan, the snow-haired woman shrugs nonchalantly, "Hey, witches are bitches," Dean snorts despite the situation and Kerrigan cracks a smirk, "I was there just to slice and dice the little bitches and ran into McCann here. Next thing I know, I'm forced into some weird ass blood pact with this human," Dean hears the teasing tilt to Kerrigan's words as she motions to her female companion, "Sadly, it isn't the kind of spell that breaks when the castor is killed. So, if anything is to ever happen to McCann, my life is in just as much danger has hers."

Lita nods, "Winters actually saved my life more times then I can count. She actually has racked up a pretty hefty bounty down in the Pit because she slaughter some upper-class demon. So, trust me when I say, she's not going to hurt anyone."

"Aye. I actually like humans," Kerrigan comments.

"Are you selling Girl Scout Cookies?" the calm, teasing voice from behind Kerrigan causes the attention of the group to look upon the woman with purple-reddish hair.

Kerrigan huffs out offendedly, "Do I look like a Girl Scout?"

"No. I'm pretty sure you do not follow their particular moral streak," Dean snickers at the woman's response, "Although, that leaves to question why you are standing in the doorway like a complete idiot."

"Devil's Trap."

The new arrival nods, her lips parting in an exaggerated 'O', but Bobby cuts off whatever response by saying, "I'm assuming you did not travel with McCann and her...friend?"

Seeing her nod, Dean tilts his head slightly when he remembers not hearing the engine of a car pull up, "How did you get here?"

"Would you believe I rode the proverbial broomstick?" Dean tenses, because if there is one thing he hates, it's witches, but the new arrival shrugs, "Or at least, that's what I'm told. Never quite figured that part out."

"You still haven't been able to piece anything together?" Bobby questions, to which the red-haired woman shakes her head, "Dean, this is Sera Hart. She appears to have been born with...special abilities. McCann, Winters, Hart, this is Dean Winchester. His brother, Sam, should be back in a little while."

"The Winchesters?" Lita questions in surprise, "Wow. You guys are pretty good from what I hear...long family history and all that."

Dean shrugs, not really knowing how to respond, his gaze watching as Sera swipes her index finger along the red Devil's Trap etched into the floor, releasing her white-haired friend, "Lita. Have you asked Bobby why we have been summoned?"

"Something big is coming and we're gonna need all the help we can get," Bobby states, glancing over at Dean, "You three can get settled in while we wait for Sam to get back. No use on wasting time with more than one meet-and-greet."

Lita lets out a small giggle, "Sure thing, Singer."

"So, how does a Hunter, a Witch and a Demon become friends?" Sam questions after listening to Bobby's introduction of the three women before them.

The gleaming red eyes of Kerrigan Winters makes the youngest Winchester shift in his seat, completely uncomfortable by the blatant staring, the rich, British-toned voice answering, "Oh, well, ya see, boy-o, when three people find a common interest of just slaughtering the blood hell out of creatures that deserve to be dead, they tend to become fast friends."

She was evading the question. Sam could see it, but hearing Dean snicker at the demon's words, the youngest Winchester glares at the white-haired woman. He doesn't like the careless, nonchalant vibe she has while talking about slaughtering people (whether they deserve to die or not). It's the same tone people use when talking about the weather.

"I get that Lita was born into Hunting, but how does someone like us end up befriending a Witch and a Demon?" Sam pushes, his need for answers constantly at the forefront of his mind.

"My...abilities came to me when I turned sixteen," Sera's calm voice states, Sam shuddering at the passive, almost monotonous tone, "One day, I was a normal teenager, next thing I know I can...do things that shouldn't be possible. Lita and I were friends before that happened, and after, she said it didn't change the person I am." Sam sees Bobby nod in agreement, obviously familiar with this particular witch, "When I realized my abilities increased and gained an influx of power during emotional turbulence, Lita and I set out to try and find out what is wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you, luv," Kerrigan states, Sam watching her gleaming gaze soften as they settle on the black cherry haired woman, "It's not like ya sold your soul, or enacted some dark ritual from a spell book to gain them."

Obviously, this was a constant conversation between the odd trio. Bobby clears his throat before launching into the story of a demon named Lilith trying to break the seals keeping Lucifer bound in Hell. Sam watches the trio; Lita's eyes widening in horror at the idea of the Apocalypse literally around the corner, Sera's honey-gold eyes darkening significantly from their usual brightness, and Kerrigan's sharp, crimson gaze darkens to an eerie burgundy shade. All three women obviously understand what will occur if Lucifer is released from Hell.

"Lilith needs to die," Kerrigan states, breaking the silence, "If Lucifer breaks free, we all might as well bend over and kiss our arses goodbye."

"Not necessarily," Sam slowly breaks in, earning everyone's attention, "I'm not saying we should look forward to the Apocalypse, but if it occurs, those left in the aftermath will be granted paradise on Earth."

"I don't know what the bloody Hell you are on," Sam fights back the urge to shift under the knowing red gaze, "but I don't really see it as paradise on Earth if the cost is the lives of over two billion people."

"Two billion? How do you figure that?"

Dean's question earns him Lita's response, "Revelations states that during the wake of the Apocalypse a third of the life in the air, and a third of the life in the sea, and the third of the live on the land, will parish. There are approximately six billion humans living on this planet. Fraction that off, you get two billion souls dying in order to receive a gift-wrapped paradise."

"So, we're going to stop it before it happens, right?" Sera questions rhetorically, "Whatever the plan is, I'm willing to do whatever I can to help, Bobby."

"Well, of course I'm in," Lita agrees.

Kerrigan snorts, "As if I'm gonna let you two have all this fun?"

Sam Winchester has a feeling things are about to become even less normal than usual.