So, here's what's gonna go down from now on. Every week - or two to give myself wiggle room- y'all are gonna vote on the story that you want to be updated next. I'll post the first chapter of each, and you can go from there!

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Chapter 1- Cherokee Tribe

Sam and Dean pulled up into the diner, Dean looked around apprehensively,"Is this really it?"

Sam looked back down at the map,"Yeah. Yeah, this it it."

Dean sighed,"Alright let's get this over with."

They walked in and immediately there was a reaction- an older Native American woman, in her early fifties, plump, and with black hair streaked with gray-squealed in delight and ran up to them,"My my! Is that the little Winchesters all grown up!"

Sam and Dean were both drawn into a bone crushing hug, and Sam managed,"Uh, Yes Ma'am were the Whinchesters. But,um who might you be?"

Dean's brow creased,"Do I know you from somewhere?"

The woman smiled,"Mah name is Sylvia Blackfur. Ah might seem familiar cuz Ah watched you 'nd yer brother when yer Daddy and a group of others went huntin ere."

Dean looked around,"Oh, I remember now... That was such a long time ago..."

"Ya were eight," the woman agreed,"And little... Big ole Sammy here was just four year o'd. Mah condolences fee yer Daddy, by the way, but- Come on, come on, lemme get ya a booth and somthin ta eat. We're 'bout ta close anyway."

Soon, after the boys stomachs were full- well Dean was working on his second helping of pie-Sylvia came and sat at the table with the boys,"So," Sam started wiping his mouth with a napkin,"Why exactly did you call Bobby? I mean, this town seems pretty peaceful."

Sylvia shook her head and leaned back into her chair,"Do ya boys member why yer Daddy and 'is friends first came ta this town?"

Both Dean and Sam shared looks,"No," Dean answered for the two of them,"He never mentioned it. For him it was just a normal case."

Sylvia took that into account and took out a carton of cigarettes from her purse, the older woman held the boys in suspense as she lit one and took a draw from one,"Ah see. Well, what yer Daddy might have told ya one day was that, 'bout twenty plus years ago, som'n started snatching up people in the 'idle of the night. Not from their beds, mind ya. But, it confused s'many people, and I knew Bobby from way back. S' Ah called Em. Bobby investigated for a few weeks, and found plenty o' evidence but he could get the life of 'Em chalk up what was commit'n the deeds. Unfortunately-during that time period from the first snatching to the end of his two weeks- a grand total of twenty-eight days- twenty people went missin'. So, Bobby called in favors from other hunters. Yer Daddy was one of 'em."

"It was deer huntin' season in the Spirit Tribe Reservation 'n mah Daddy got the tribe to allow yer Daddy and the others to 'hunt deer' on their reservation. They picked up the trail o the creature an' tracked it back ta 'is hideout."

"His," Sam questioned leaning forward.

"As it turned out to be, da monster was a human. 'Is name was Greg Kelly, 'n they found all but three of the victims alive in his cave. Ah was kept from the gory details, but most of me still gots the scars. Yer Daddy and the other hunters were so shocked, but they still managed to capture the son of a bitch."

Dean and Sam were totally enthralled in the tale as it was told before them, Sylvia's voice was rich with age and wisdom and her perfect paused to take a puff of her cigarette helped with the suspense,"He was convicted with too plenty 'o counts for too many 'o things. Then shipped off ta the biggest, high security prison that this state has. But three days ago-" Sylvia whipped a newspaper from outta nowhere and slammed it onto the table- scarring the shit outta both boys,"Was the anniversary a' the day the state finally decided ta kill the bastard."

Sam looked uneasy,"I'm guessing people have gone missing and you think it's his spirit or something?"

Sylvia nodded. Dean looked up from his half-eaten pie,"You know, I just remembered, the last time I saw you, you're name was Sylvia Ravenfeather, and you had a kid."

Sylvia smiled in a sad way,"Ah, ya must mean my little niece, Kitchi, though she prefers Kitty, heavens know why. We were visitin' my parents up 'er when Bobby called,"Sylvia's eyes suddenly flashed and she said in a rather gruff voice,"Not soon after the Big Hunt 'n capture we moved up 'ere. We had our own own reasons for changing our last names. Thank You, Little Dean," she snuffed out her cigarette with a glare.

Sam shot a look to his brother and smiled at Sylvia, trying to repair any damage that might have been done,"So, uh, where is Kitchi?"

Sylvia huffed,"She left as soon as the clock chimmed on 'er eighteenth bithday. Joined the Marines."

Sam and Dean both blanched and shot looks towards each other,"Th US Marines," Sam asked with raised eyebrows.

Sylvia handed both boys pictures," a course the US marines! Is there another," they showed a young woman in a sort of training clothing, a darker green shirt and camoflodged cargo pants, she smiled and had her long red-hued ebony hair up in a bun, and her blue eyes stood out against her surrounding wooded area.

Dean seemed to pick up on things,"She's was the first one taken, wasn't she?"

Sylvia started to loose it then,"On the night o' the anniversary, she decided ta take a walk. Ah didn't think anything was gonna happen. She was just so strong," Sylvia had the tears collect in her eyes and she continued,"Two others have been taken. But so far they're the only two bodies that have been found."

Sylvia started to cry quietly, and Sam reached across the table and patted her hand,"We'll find Kichi."

Sylvia nodded with a small smile that only stayed on her face for a few moments, she stood and went over to a painting of The Trail of Tears and easily removed it. A safe was behind it. Dean and Sam stood and followed her, curious. Sylvia opened the safe and pulled out a wooden box,"These 've 'en handed down the Cherokee tribe fer generations. They 're made to protect against the malevolent creatures," she pulled out two necklaces, but there seemed to be too many necklaces that completely filled the box. The necklaces were silver with small beads of a blue stone, as well as a large charm in that same stone. Dean trances it's curves with hi fingers,"Uh, thanks for the jewelry, but what does this symbol mean?"

"'s Cherokee symbol fer Strength. The turquoise and silver will protect ya,"Sylvia pulled out another one,"'N when ya find mah baby gurl. You'll 'ive 'er one too." Sylvia handed Sam another necklace and Sam took it with a nod and put it in his pocket, then Sylvia pulled out a dagger, it was silver with a bone handle that was in a skin pouch, on the cover of the pouch was two other embroidered symbols,"That symbol 'afore ya ask, is fer War," she pointed to the two arrows facing opposite directions,"and that one if fer peace," which was a stitched in diamond with tails surrounding it, with a symbol that wasn't stitched in that sat in the middle,"Take it. It'll help ya."

Sam smiled warmly at Sylvia,"Thank You. Well do our best."

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Sylvia- she's Kitchi aunt, half-Cherokee and half Spirit Lake tribe, while Kitchi is half- Cherokee and half-German