-Now-
As the world would have it my name is Catherine Anne Calicone. Also, I suppose, as the world would have it I had the fortunate luck of running into the Winchester brothers. Quite interesting actually. I had been taking online classes and I lived in a awful shoe box apartment. I worked at a coffee-shop down stairs as a waitress and I made enough to get by. For a few days I had visited my family upstate and was gone. During that time a man had been mauled or something or another. Torn to shreds and right in his home. He only lived a few doors down from me and was always kind when I met him. It was just tragic. However the thing was, he daughter had just turned ten. That day actually. A FBI agent came and interviewed me and asked me just a few routine questions. I wasn't of any help of course because I had been out of town and I had my entire family to vouch for me. So I was obviously dismissed as a suspect and the incident actually left my mind for a couple of days. Then I was awoken by a knock on the door so I shot up and threw on my robe. That's when life turned somewhat- upside down. Or perhaps right-side-up depending upon how you look at it. Now where are we? Oh. Smack dab in a demon verses angel fight and I'm torn in between and I promise that you'll never guess why. Hush for now.. we don't want any spoilers now do we?
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-A while ago-
"Hello?" I answer the door. There is a tall muscular man standing infront of me. He has a long brown kick ass mane and is wearing a cheap suit. He reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a badge.
"Hello Miss. I am agent Johnson with the FBI and I am here to ask you a few questions," he smiles and returns his badge.
"Agent, I've already spoken to the FBI and I don't have anytime," I say looking behind me at the clock on the wall. "I'm late for work. I'm sorry," I start to close the door and he blocks it with his foot.
"Just a few," and he looks at me with a slightly puppy dog look. I nod and let him in. Offer him a seat at my table all the polite things you are supposed to do.
"Coffee?" I ask pouring my own mug.
"Yes please," He smiles back and I take a seat across from him giving him his mug.
"So, agent, what questions did you want to ask me?" He opened up a folder and pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket.
"Did you notice anything strange on the night of the incident?" He asked begin to jot down a few notes.
"I wasn't there night of. I told this to the last agent do you not communicate?" He shrugged.
"I only go where they send me." He laughed and scribbled something out. "Where you here prior? Or a couple days prior?" I explained that I had left the night before. "Did you notice anything strange that day. Or even the day before? Flickering lights? Maybe the smell of sulfur? It smells like rotten-"
"Eggs," I interrupt. "I am familiar with the smell of sulfur." He nods. "I had," I admitted. Then a man busted through the door, also in a suit, holding a broom in one hand and a shotgun in another.
"Brother there is a raunchy son-of-a-bitch down the hallway get the impala." I dropped mug. I just now realized who these people were. I mean, I should have noticed as soon as he started questioning me but, I hadn't. I reached under the table where I was seated and grabbed a silver knife I had hidden under my table side and cut the man beside of me in the arm and threw it at the man in my doorway nicking him in the ear. I then proceeded to draw my water pistol I had in my robe that contained Holy Water and squirt them. No reaction, hunters. They are hunters. Obviously experienced because I had two guns on me in the matter of seconds and I held my hands up.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the doorway asked me.
"I could ask you the same thing. I guess I could rule out demon, shiftier, wolf, vamp and a few other things just with my simple procedure," I smirk and the 'agent' next to me lowers his weapon and the other 'agent' reluctantly his as well.
"Sam, my name is Sam. This is my brother Dean. Sam and Dean Winchester, we are hunters." The man with the long hair says. I lower my arms.
"Catherine Calicone. Or Cat. Or whatever," I say running a hand through my hair and taking a seat.
