Short first chapter. See if I can keep this up. Oh, and I (unfortunately) do not own Dean *drool* or any other Supernatural character, idea, or theme.
Chapter One
The rain thrummed down on the canvased roof above her. She slumped against brick wall behind her, sighing in boredom. She'd been casing out this bar for hours now, just waiting for her prey to come out. Just as she was about to give up hope, the door opened and her mark walked out with a pretty little blonde. Grinning, she pulled her coat closer to herself and followed them.
The couple turned down a dead end road, she knew where they were going. His abandoned little hovel at the end of the street, this is where he took them all. She stopped behind a tree as they paused at the door. The girl looked pensive about entering this run down house, but he was definitely not taking 'no' as an answer. The door closed and she moved out from the behind her tree and up to the door.
Picking the lock was easy, she could of done it in her sleep. Quietly sneaking up on him, well, that was much harder. She used all her skills to get to her target, she needed to take him by surprise. Up the stairs she went, heading for that door at the back of the hall. Halfway down the hallway her plans were changed by the shriek that filled the house.
"Fuck!" she mumbled, as she charged the door and kicked it in.
The man was startled, dropping the blonde unceremoniously to the floor and wiping the blood from his mouth in one movement.
"Well, if it isn't my pretty little Mina, come to save the day have you?" He grinned impishly at her as they circled each other.
"Someone's gotta do it, Damon!" the last word was spat out, as if it were a curse.
He smiled and ran his hand through his thick, greasy, black hair. His velvet eyes never left her form.
"My darling Mina, oh how I've missed you. But I knew you'd be coming for me eventually. Why don't you come on over here and give me a kiss, hmm?"
She snarled at him, half in disgust, the other in contempt.
"Not if you were the last thing on Earth, you motherless piece of filth."
Damon lunged at her, but just before either of them got in a hit, the door flew open and suddenly, Damon had lost his head.
Mina stared for a moment, at the dead vamp on the ground, the bloody machete, and then at the two men who had come in. Recognition hit quickly, then came anger.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" She screamed at the one holding the machete.
Dean smiled his cocky little smile and replied with a simple "What?" and a shrug of the shoulders.
"That was my kill and you know it! Do you know how long I've been hunting him?" she was pacing around the room with angry steps, talking expressively with her hands. "Of course not! It always has to be 'The Winchesters' to the rescue', well hoo-fucking-rah!" Mina charged past Dean and Sam, down the stairs and out of the house.
Back upstairs, Sam looked at Dean accusingly, "What? I didn't do anything."
"You know, one of these days, she's gonna kick your ass," Sam sighed, turned and left the house.
Dean grinned childishly, "But it's so much fun," he called after Sam, before following him out to the car.