Chapter 1

It was just an average night out for me. Alone, out in the darkness in the middle of nowhere, my loaded gun in one hand, my bag of rock salt in the other, doing what I did best. Hunt demons. I had been brought up in a family of hunters, whose job was to attempt to lessen the evil in the world by destroying demons and other evil supernatural creatures. Now that my whole family was dead (hats off to the supernatural), it was my job to carry on. Normal people were doctors, secretaries, astronomers and architects. These occupations had many benefits. The joy of saving a life, discovery a new planet in our universe or building something so amazing, everyone would know your name. My job was not nearly as rewarding: Broken bones here and there, never being paid, even for overtime, and most of all, not being appreciated because everyone was completely oblivious to your huge contribution of freeing the world of evil bit by bit. But would I change my circumstances? Never. I knew nothing else and it came naturally to me. I was born to do this. I am and always will be a hunter.

My little day-dream was interrupted by soft footsteps. I had been on my way back to my car after a very successful vampire hunt. Well, clearly not as successful as I had hoped. I held my breath and quickly ran for cover in a small alley way with dripping sewer pipes. I had my gun ready. Clearly I had not killed everything. The footsteps faded and I was certain the danger had passed. Then I remembered what my father had always told me. "If something seems too good to be true, it probably is, so look behind you." Great. I turned on my heel quickly with a swift movement only to be pinned against the wall with a gun against my head and a stake against my chest, by two tall men. I couldn't see them clearly in the darkness

"Times up vampire" the first male voice said.

Great. I cursed in my head. These were two other hunters. I had been too careless. With one swift movement I ripped open the top of my blouse to reveal a symbolic tattoo. It was a demon's trap to avoid possession. Every hunter had one. Once the two men glimpsed it, they caught on and released me. I saw there faces clearly now. "Sam and dean Winchester" I mumbled, spellbound. These two were the best hunters in the whole U.S and I was glad to finally meet them. They looked embarrassed in the light. "Sorry" mumbled the tall, dark, handsome Sam. "Thought you were a vamp…"

"No problem guys, you didn't kill me, so I guess im just fine" I smiled.

"Do I know you?" asked the tall, muscular Dean Winchester whom I was attracted to instantly

"Not yet…" I trailed off.

He smiled and winked at me, whilst his brother Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's typical male behaviour.

"So, what can I do for you?" said Dean in a low hushed voice.

I caught the double meaning behind his words and blushed.

"I am here on a vamp job, I was heading home."

"Really?" replied Sam. "Clearly you had help then? When we arrived, there were no vamps left. Man, you must have some skilled hunter friends!" he beamed.

I cursed at him in my head. Stupid sexist male.

"Nope" I replied sweetly "just me. I guess you can call me a skilled huntress."

They both looked stunned. They looked down at the 5ft 7, slim, blonde, beautiful girl that had just admitted to wiping out an entire coven of vampires, single handedly, and they looked breathless.

"So sexy…" muttered Dean.

I ignored his comment and introduced myself. "I'm Phoebe; I think your father knew my father, Mick?"

"Hmm. I think our dad's journal mentioned him a while back. I'm sorry about his passing…"

"Nah, don't be" I said brushing the comment off lightly. "This job comes with consequences."

I broke the long silence. "So, now that we are all familiar, can I offer you guy's a ride?"

"What do you drive?" asked the slightly mad car expert, Dean.

"A black 1967 Chevy Impala." I smirked. I knew Dean drove the same car and would be insanely impressed.

"Whoa, nice." He said, spell bound, looking at the shining car.

I smiled. "Thanks, so where's your car at? My dad told me that your car is pretty famous among the hunters."

He winced and looked down.

Sam rolled his eyes. "It was severely damaged in our last demon hunt, but it'll be repaired in no time."

I laughed in my head. Trust a guy to be upset about his car.

We piled into the car, firstly throwing our weapons in the boot of my car, and I got the pleasure of watching their faces when they glimpsed the weapons I owned and had brought with me. A few Mauser rifles, a few pistols here and there, plenty of explosives, a Machete, and a machine gun.

They watched my face, spell bound and I simply shrugged.

"Never can be too careful..." I whispered.

We drove for about fifteen minutes before I asked them where they wanted dropped.

"Eh, anywhere will do, we aren't actually staying anywhere at the minute…"

I smiled darkly in the darkness. I would get to keep Dean for another while.

"Why don't you guys crash at mine? I mean, it's not much but I have a spare room and a comfy couch, plenty of beer in the fridge and a diner across the road."

"Sounds perfect to me!" laughed Dean

"That'd be great, if it's not gonna put you out of your way, we'd love to stay. Hey, maybe we can even work a case together." Sam said, more politely.

"I would be delighted." I said sweetly. Dean looked at me, and I knew exactly what he was thinking about.