I eyed a sweet '67 Impala as I rode up to the bridge. I figured it had to be one of the cops' cars, but since when did they drive their own vehicles?
I was forced off my skateboard suddenly when a cop stepped in front of me.
"I'm sorry, miss, but there is an investigation underway. You can't ride here."
"I know. So a guy died, right?"
The cop looked surprised. "How did you know about that?"
"Well-" I was cut off as two young guys stepped up to us.
"FBI. Who are you, miss? Do you have any connection to the man that died here?" the shorter one with short hair asked."
I look at their badges closely. Just what I needed, FBI here while I'm trying to work a case. But then, these guys seem a little young to be agents.
I look up at them for a moment, then answer. "I'm Kaylee. Kaylee Skye McKnight. No, I have no tie to this man."
"If you don't mind me asking, then why are you here?" the taller one with longer hair asked. I immediately liked him better than the first one.
"I'm doing a little investigation of my own." I stuck my hands in the pockets of my baggy jeans.
"You do know this is an actual crime scene?" the shorter one asked.
I smirked and nodded. God, won't they just let me go, already?
He frowned, clearly not liking my answer. "How old are you?"
I smiled impishly. "Seventeen."
"Shouldn't you be in school?" the one I like asked.
"Just got out. Graduated."
"You know the punishment for interrupting a crime scene investigation?" the cop spoke up.
Laughing, I pushed away on my skateboard. "Nope!"
"Hey! Come back here!" I heard them yelling, but I was already speeding away.
I was halfway back to town when the Impala pulled up next to me. Crap.
I heard a window being rolled down, and sure enough, when I looked over, the two FBI agents had followed me. I didn't look at them as I spoke.
"Sweet ride."
"Thanks. What were you really doing at the crime scene?" the short one, who was driving, asked.
I sighed. I was still riding at my regular pace, and they were driving at about the same speed. I briefly considered making a run for it, but they'd catch me soon enough, and what if they arrested me? That was one thing I did not need. I sighed again and stopped. They stopped a few feet ahead, and then backed up to where I was upon seeing that I wasn't moving.
"I already told you. I was doing my own investigation."
"What kind of investigation?" the tall one asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
The men exchanged a look, and then the taller one turned back to me.
"I'm Sam. This is my brother, Dean. Trust me, nothing you say will surprise us."
"You agents are brothers?" I asked, a small smile playing at my lips.
"Look, we're not really FBI. Now would you answer the damn question?" Dean asked snappily.
"Hey, Dean? I know we've just met and all, but my shirt is talking to you." I pointed at my tight tank top, which had the words 'I don't like you' printed across it.
He rolled his eyes, which was understandable. I'm not exactly tough-looking. I'm all of five foot even, have very delicate, small features, with long white-blonde hair that covers half my face and dark, mossy green eyes. So pretty much as scary as chihuahua puppy.
Sam looked up at me, eyes searching. "Please? What were you investigating?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine. I'm kind of an amateur hunter. Not even really one at all. I hunt the supernatural. For example, I'm pretty sure this killing was caused by a spirit."
The boys just stared at me.
"Alright, well I think I've embarrassed myself enough for one day. Goodbye."
"Wait!" Sam cried before I could get real far. I stopped.
"Yeah, we're hunters too." Dean said.
I stared at them in disbelief. "Very funny. I'm not crazy. But thanks for making fun of me."
"No, really. We're on this case because we believe something supernatural caused the killing, too."
I looked into Sam's earnest face and found myself trusting him. Which is strange, because I haven't really trusted anyone since The Incident happened...
"Yeah, so you wanna like compare notes or something?" Dean asked.
"I should really go..."
"At least let us give you a ride to wherever you're staying." Sam said.
"That's sweet, but I'm actually not staying anywhere."
"Then what are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Chilling. I've got everything I've taken hunting with me on me." I gesture to the patched handbag with a super long strap, messenger bag, backpack and guitar in it's case that I'm holding.
Sam and Dean stare at each other for a while, almost like they're having a conversation. Finally, Dean sighs.
"Get in."
"Why?"
"We can't leave you to fend for yourself. You're just a kid."
"I resent that. I've been fine hitchhiking across the country by myself."
"Across the country? Where are you from?"
"New York City."
"Why the hell are you hunting in the first place, let alone so far from home?"
I sigh. I don't want to tell my story to these strangers, but it doesn't look like I have a choice.
"Okay. A few days after graduation, Aydenne, my best friend in the world- my sister, basically- went missing. We searched for a month before the cops assumed she was dead. So they had a funeral without a body, and everyone was supposed to move on. Well, the night she went missing, she was going to meet this guy she'd been seeing for a couple of weeks. He claims she never arrived, but I don't believe him. The day of the funeral he moved and wasn't seen again. A new guy moved into his place. I don't think the guy she was with is human. I caught a glimpse of him in a mirror in her house once- he didn't have any mirrors in his apartment, as I saw when I visited with her one time. But what I saw in the mirror at her house... it wasn't him. It was different. It was terrifying."
"Didn't you warn her?"
"Of course I did. I was relentless. But she was so persistent. It was like..."
"Like what?" Sam asked, sympathy evident in his voice.
"Like she was placed under a spell. But the thing is, I've met with other hunters and they say it's not a witch. Honestly, no one seems to know what it is. But I'll find it, and I'll kill it."
"So what do you think it did with her?"
"Or is doing." I added. They looked confused.
"This may sound crazy, but I know she's not dead. And don't say I'm in denial. We're so close. I- I feel it. She's alive. I'm going to save her."
"But you don't know what it is-" Dean began skeptically.
"I don't care! I'll figure it out. So why are you guys hunters?"
"It's a long story. We'll tell it to you later. The short version is our father brought us up as hunters after our mother was killed. Now he's missing, and we're trying to find him."
Suddenly, a rare great idea popped into my head.
"Okay, look. I don't want to impose on you, but what if we made a deal?"
They looked at each other warily, then looked back at me.
"What kind of deal?" Sam asked.
"What if I travel with you guys and help you with your cases and help you find my father, and you guys help me figure out what nabbed Aydenne and help me kill it?"
They didn't seem to interested as they began communicating with their eyes again.
"I can give you all my information about this case."
Sam looked up at me again. "Okay. We'll see how it works out with this case, then we'll go from there.
I grinned. "Deal."
I opened the back door of the car and threw my stuff on the seat behind Dean, placing my skateboard on the floor in front of it before climbing in myself.
A/N: So basically, what this is going to end up being is the sequel written before the first installment thingy or whatever you want to call it. I've actually had the idea for the first installment for a long time, but then I kind of fell in love with Castiel, so this one's coming first. But I promise that you won't need any of the first other than this prologue to understand what already happened. Some things will get explained during the story. I may actually put the first installment up at some point, but my main goal is this right now.
Also, if you were reading And Then There Was You, I'll explain better when I put up the next chapter, but long story short I was waiting until school got out before updating because with finals and grades and whatnot I couldn't focus and then some crazy shit's happened in the past two weeks so I've been kind of depressed and kind of lazy. So I'm really going to try to get the next chapter up soon. Sowwy :(