A/N: Hello agian! Its time to embark on another hunt, so lets go over the checklist one more time- rocksalt, holywater, Winchesters, the will power to leave a review and not just close the window... You know I love you, and am just teasin' ya.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. But on the upside Autumn and Athena are all mine!

Bleed

Chapter One

Journey, Okalahoma, December 15th, 2006

Zack entered the bar, hands clenched in the pockets of his leather jacket. He always got nervous when he was picking out a target. There were too many things that could go wrong there at the beginning. He scanned the dingy room with his newly acquired steel blue eyes. There she was, his new target. Something about the way she held herself, was dangerous. He smirked and found a barstool where he could watch her. When he caught her name, Kate, and knew she wasn't with anyone, at least tonight, he approached.

"Evenin'." he grinned. Kate looked him over then looked at her friends she nodded and they dispersed, a good sign.

"Hello." The way she said that simple word made chills run down his spine. This could turn out to be a good night after all, he mused. "What brings you out, darlin'?" Zack gestured to the chair next to her a silent request to sit, she gave him an approving look, so he withdrew the seat and sat.

"Just looking for a good time." She gave a little laugh, more chills.

"Really?" she leered leaning in, her hand found the inside of his thigh. "I know exactly where you can find that good time."

"Then what am I still doing here?"

Zack shook his foggy head. What had happened after that? A large gap of time had disappeared. He moved to stand up and fell back down, his legs gave way beneath him. He felt his body then, searching for the reason he was so weak, then finding it in a burst of horror. He was covered in deep gashes, all of which had been sucked clean.

"What do you mean they're traveling with more hunters?" a female voice demanded.

"Daemons." a male answered the woman. "Sisters, who were trained under John Winchester, and Red Raining Cloud."

"Damn it!" the woman swore. "Kate isn't going to like that."

"You know the Daemons?" the man asked. Zack drug himself toward the voices pressing himself into the door. He looked around in the near dark, he was in a horse stall, easy to escape from if he had the blood to do it.

"Cloud, caused some problems a few years ago. He had those girls with him. Not too much trouble man on man but long distance they'll slow us down." Zack knew that name, Daemon, it wasn't that common of a name. Who had he known with that name? Sister, he grinned, back in Ohio he'd moonlighted as a shrink, the state hired him to work on a few cases considered hopeless.

"I know them!" he said as loudly as his body would allow.

"Excuse me?" the woman came over, a beautiful woman with stormy grey eyes and bright green hair. "You know the Daemons?"
"I do, and I can get them for you. Serve them on a silver platter," he drawled. "For a price of course."

Raining Cloud's Hunters Resort , Montana March 10th, 2007

"When have you known me to drop everything for a gig?" Autumn asked annoyed.

"This isn't just a gig. You do this your sales will double." Emma Turner, her agent, argued.

"Look, I can't make the trip anyway. Athena was in a riding accident and broke her leg. Someone needs to stick around for her."

"Can you two just stay in one piece? Do you really have to get yourselves beaten to hell all the time?" Emma, had sent flowers and a card when Autumn had burned up, she'd given the girls a place to crash a few times, and seen them drag in to meetings looking like extras in a war movie.

"What's the fun in that?"

"Do you not want to live long enough, to know happily ever after?"

"I hate that story. There is no such thing as a life that's forever happy. Life is a big bully. It pushes you around, kicking you every time you fall down, giving you hope just to make you jump through hoops and fall making a complete fool of yourself, then finally it breaks you down, and the next thing you know people are reading your Obit in the local paper."

"Why are you so cynical?"

"My mommy didn't hold me enough as a baby." Autumn rolled her eyes and propped her feet up on the dash of her '65 Mustang. She was bored with this conversation before the phone even rang.

"Are you okay, Auts?" worry tinged Emma's voice.

"Yea, I'm great. So can you get me out of the meeting or not?" Autumn yawned and hoped the conversation was over. The rest of her group had long since gone inside their cabin, she wasn't going in until the call was over. Athena would get all worked up over it and she really didn't want to hear it.

"I'll see what I can do. But Peterson really wants to meet you. Maybe we can fly out? A dinner somewhere, you only have to see him for a couple of hours, talk shop, and we're out before you can say 'cha ching'."

"I'll think about it. But, only offer that as a last resort. Get me out of this, Emz."

"Yea. Yea. You take care of that sister of yours and stay away from all pointy, sharp, or flaming objects." Emma teased.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Bye, Daemon."

Autumn didn't bother to respond snapping the phone shut. She tucked it in her pocket and climbed out of her car. They'd been back at the Resort three days now. Will talked Athena into doing research since she really couldn't do anything else. So everyday Athena sat in the library researching for cases Jen would give to hunters passing through. Sam aided in the research, since he'd taken it upon himself to baby-sit her.

"So who is he?" Dean asked as she came in.

"What?" Autumn furrowed her brow.

"On the phone, you went and locked yourself in the car, so who is he?"

"Jealous much?" she grinned passing him headed for the kitchen.

"Me? Never."

"Her name is Emma Turner, she's my agent." she explained.

"What'd she want?"

"Me to fly out to New York for a meeting with a guy wanting to buy rights to the series." she turned on the sink and started washing the dishes from lunch.

"Are you going?"

"No, I told her to get me out of it."

"Autumn Daemon master of the double lives." Autumn shook her head at Dean, skirting him when he attempted to catch her around the waist.

"I'm going to start dinner soon, you want to lay out the chicken?" she asked.

"Yea, it's in the freezer?"

"No I keep chicken under my bed."

"That would explain the smell." Dean grinned.

"Boy, I'll beat you into next week." she waved wooden spoon in his face. Dean snatched the spoon from her bopping her on the head before disappearing into the freezer.

"You talk to Marc yet?"

"I'm headed there after dinner, he just got in this morning." Autumn returned to her dishes.

"What was he doing in Atlanta?"

"Not sure, something to do with what he was tracking." Dean tossed the bag of chicken on the counter and leaned against the oven, watching her. "You could help you know."

"That's woman's work." he pointed the spoon at her. "Scrub scrub, rinse rinse."

"Dean, isn't there something you could be doing?"

"Nope, I'm all yours." he gave her his most charming smile.

"Aren't I lucky?"

Athena hobbled back to her chair dropping a book on the desk. She swore inwardly, cursing the lazy ass hunters who just came here and had all the work done for them. Sam looked up from his research, he'd taken a case of a spirit in Maryland that killed children and their mothers, he gave her an encouraging smile.

"I can get those for you." he caught her crutches before they hit the ground.

"I broke my leg not my whole body, I can still function." she rolled her eyes at the youngest Winchester.

"I know, but it"

"Sammy, I need to do this stuff on my own." she interrupted him. Sam nodded and resigned himself to his work.

Athena had gotten used to having Sam around 24/7 in the past two weeks. She knew he blamed himself for her getting kidnapped. He thought if he hadn't been arguing with Dean she would have been fine. She would do just about anything to erase that guilt from his shoulders, she hated seeing him beat himself up over what would have happened anyway. The pair worked on for another hour before an interruption in the form of Marc Lyming showed up.

"Marc I swear!" Athena tensed up when a tongue ran across her cheek.

"You swear what?" he asked teasingly before turning to Sam. "Winchester." he nodded.

"Lyming." Athena smirked amused with this exchange. "So, Angel what did you do?" he spun one of her crutches in his hands.

"I played Uncle with a shape shifter."

"I see he didn't injure your sarcasm." Marc chuckled. "Where's my favorite season?"

"With my brother in our cabin."

"Why does your tone make me think there is more going on than I want to know?" Athena patted his shoulder.

"You never had a chance anyway, lil buddy." Marc shook his head sadly.

"I heard a rumor you'll be needing a tracker?"

"Oh, yea." Sam found his opening in to the conversation.

"What are you going to be after?" Marc slid into a seat, setting the crutch to rest. Athena looked back to the book she'd been scanning, the boys were off on business now.

"Vampires." Marc's eyes gleamed with a predatory look, almost never seen in him.

"My favorite."

A/N: Alrighty we're set up, now. Hope ya'll likey.