Hey readers, I am kinda new to this whole fanfic thing, and I decided to try my luck with it! Let me know what you guys think about the chapter, I know it's short but it's a first chapter. :P Happy reading!
It has been months. Months since we hunted the skin-walker and a price was placed on my head, three months to be exact. Ever since I was chased by the police and Sam and I were separated, I haven't seen him or heard from him.
Just like dad had done, he had left, by himself hunting down the demon that killed Jessica and mom. I can understand why he left, I mean, he lost the two most important girls in his life to that thing, and he wants its head; I just hope he knows what he is in for.
This business isn't fit for playing around in, and I hope he has someone with him to cover his ass, because I can't. I feel so helpless, the onetime my baby brother needs someone to cover him and I'm not there, I just hope he is okay.
As for me, I have been on the road, killing as many demonic sons of bitches as possible, with my handy sidekick I picked up along the way. Emma and I have been hunting together ever since I helped rid her of a very pesky poltergeist. It killed her family and she had no one left, so I was her only option. Yippee. Although I must admit, she is quite sexy so it isn't too much of a burden. Although, she brought along some…unwanted baggage.
"So where-to next, chief? Has Count Dracula been out for a midnight snack lately?" I try to ignore her comments as much as possible; I think it would be counter-productive to our partnership to punch her in the face, but she has been pushing my buttons lately. She has been testing her boundaries with me; she tried to change the music. Change the music. She clearly has never heard of my rule: Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake-hole.
"I heard that something crashed down to earth down in Alabama, caused quite a stir. I was hoping we could check it out. If my suspicions are correct we have a Winchester problem." I click my tongue and stare at the road sadly. Sammy and I used to call these problems a "Winchester problem" if it was of the supernatural variety.
You see, sometimes a problem would arise and it would just be a simple mass murder we are looking at, nothing spooky. We can't help with those, we only step in when things are going bump in the night, and we make sure we are there to bump right back.
"Do you think it's an angel?" I paused my thinking, wow this chick actually did the research I told her to do. When an angel falls from heaven, they literally fall. They fall from the sky and land on the earth, condemned to walk with us for eternity.
"Probably is an Angel, unless it was just a meteor that crashed to earth. Although why would the government want to cover that up? I want to sniff around and see what's what." As soon as the sentence left my mouth, Emma's bloodhound, Rex, popped his head up from the backseat and poked his nose in my face. Behold the unwanted baggage. Are you beholding? You better be frigging beholding because this is nasty and I hope I'm not doing it for nothing.
"Rex knock it off, I'm going to be sniffing, not you." I might complain a lot, but I guess he has helped quite a bit. He sniffs out ghosties and badies that I can't notice. Dogs are exponentially more aware of the supernatural than we humans are; they notice the things that we aren't able to.
I turn my gorgeous baby off the freeway, and enjoy the sound of her tires crunch over the gravel on a side road to the state of Alabama. A giant green sign met us about a mile up the road, Welcome to Alabama was staring me right in the face. Groaning, I turn to Emma, tip an imaginary hat on my head, and in my best hic accent I say "Welcome to Alabama, state of fallen angels."