July, 1995

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

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There was something in the woods. The was something crashing through the woods.

The moon shone down brightly upon the dense forest, bathing every leaf in an eerie silver light as the leaves themselves trembled and shook with the force of whatever was raging through the trees.

Weaving between the trees, a smaller figure faded in and out of the moonlight. It was a girl, sixteen years of age, with dark brunette hair that was kept short and choppy and eyes of a sharp amber color that could pierce the soul, given the inclination.

Those eyes were currently alight with anxiety, topped off with just a little fear.

"Dean!" the girl hollers. "Hurry the hell up!"

A second figure bolts through the woods – a boy. Also sixteen, the boy was what some might call "handsome", and others, "really, really handsome". He was tall, broad-shouldered, and lightly tanned. He had hair the color of wet sand, and eyes of a mesmerizing, indescribable shade of green.

"I'm trying!" he shouts, catching up to the girl and grabbing her wrist, pulling her ahead and into a building marked Visitor's Center. "In here!"

The two teens skid into the building, quickly sliding the heaviest piece of furniture – a display case – in front of the door.

"I can't believe," the girl pants, sinking into a crouch, "that we're in Gettysburg – the Gettysburg – and we're hunting a werewolf, of all things."

Next to her, the boy lets out a snort as pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans and checks it for silver bullets. "Yeah, well, you better start believing, because the Big Bad Wolf wants us for a midnight snack."

The girl grins as she pulls out her own gun. "You know what I mean. I mean, this is the Holy Grail for spirits – on the east coast, anyway – and we're after a werewolf."

"I don't really think Fluffy took that into consideration," the boy argues. "What're you gonna do, go up to him and go, 'excuse me, Mr. Werewolf, but can you-'"

He's interrupted by a loud bang just outside the door, followed by a long, low howl.

"We have company," the girl mutters quietly, flicking the safety off on her gun as the boy does the same.

"On three. One...two..."

Before he can get to "three", the door shatters inwards, the silhouette of a massive, wolf-like creature filling the doorframe.

The beast lunges forward, swiping the girl aside as if she was a mere gnat and fixing its sights on the boy, who quickly raises his gun and takes aim at the creature. Before he can shoot, however, the werewolf roars and swipes a hand – a paw – out, batting the gun out of the boy's hand and slicing at his forearm.

The boy grunts and squeezes his eyes shut; before he can go for the knife on his belt, the beast lunges again, slamming the boy into the ground and baring it's teeth, the snarling, slobbering jaws getting closer and closer to his throat-

"Hey, Fido!" A voice shouts, and the beast turns to see the girl standing, a gun held in rock-steady hands.

The boy all but forgotten, the werewolf starts towards the girl; before it can move more than a few feet, two gunshots ring out and a furry carcass drops to the floor, slowly shifting from a wolf back into a local tour guide.

"Dean!" the girl shouts, stepping over the body as she rushes to the boy's side. "Dean?"

"Calm down, Lexi," the boy groans as he sits up. "'M alright."

"Sure," the girl scoffs, unconvinced. She gently takes his forearm and pulls it towards her. "Let me see, you idiot."

"I'm fine," the boy insists, pulling arm away. "Where's my dad?"

The girl frowns. "I...don't know. He said he'd be right behind us, but-"

She's cut off by the sound of footsteps, and both teens scramble to their feet, leveling weapons at the doorway.

An older man steps into the building, hands raised in surrender. His eyes fall on the body sprawled in the center of the room. "I see you did it."

"Yes sir," the boy replies with a nod. "Dad?"

"Are you both okay?" the man asks, carefully watching the gash on the boy's arm and the lump forming on the girl's head.

"Just fine, Mr. Winchester," the girl assures him with a smile. "Can we go now? Please?"

The man nods. "Alright. You know where the car is, Alexandria. Dean, put a bandage on that when you get to the motel."

"Yes sir," the boy repeats, starting towards the doorway. The girl follows closely, keeping one eye on her companion, just in case.

Within a few minutes, the three people fade into the night, the only sign that they were ever there being a broken door, a broken display case, and a body soon to be burned.

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The next morning...

A boy looks up at a car as it stops in front of a motel, the driver – a dark-haired, amber-eyed girl – steps out, juggling three cups of coffee and her keys.

"Hey!" The green-eyed boy greets, accepting one of the coffees and taking a sip. "You are a goddess."

"Yeah, well, I couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye." Her eyes drift over to where the man was loading bags into the trunk of a black Chevy Impala. "You are leaving aren't you."

It isn't a question, but the boy responds anyway. "Yeah. We've got to. The cops are..."

"I know," the girl sighs. "Where're you headed to?"

"Baltimore. There might be a poltergeist stirring up some trouble," the boy reports. "We're gonna go check it out."

"You sound excited about that," the girl teases with a smile.

"It's my job," he reminds her with a pointed look. "It's yours, too. Speaking of, what's the next stop on your map?"

"I'm headed south," the girl admits. "To Spartanburg, North Carolina - they may or may not have an issue at a local college."

"An issue?"

The girl scratches the back of her neck with a sheepish look decorating her face. "I, um, don't quite...know what it is yet."

"This is what you get when you hunt by yourself," the boy sighs. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"I'm sure," the girl promises. "Your dad's already got two hungry mouths to feed. He doesn't need a third. I can't do that to you."

"We could deal," the boy offers. "It wouldn't be too hard. I..."

The girl silences him with a sharp look. "You do your job, I need to do mine."

The boy gives her a long look before sighing, "I guess. Dad was right, you know. When he said it's not worth it to make friends."

The girl nods silently and holds out another coffee cup. "Speaking of, give this to him, will you? Tell him I said thanks. And say hi to your brother for me."

The boy nods, and a beat of silence passes before he says, "I'm probably never gonna see you again."

"Probably not," the girl agrees with a shrug. "That's the way things are."

"I hate that part," he sighs.

"Dean!" The man packing the bags calls. "Sammy's almost done checking us out. Five minutes!"

"Yes sir!" he calls back before turning to the girl. "Hey, um, you – you were cool."

"Thanks. You...were an ass."

The boy snorts. "Wow, thanks. I pour out my soul, and you insult me. But seriously, try not to get killed out there."

"Will do," she nods. "You too. And take care of yourself, Dean."

"I will," he promises, just as a car horn blares. With a nod, the boy stands and nods at the girl, walking towards the Impala.

"Dean!" She stops him. "Wait."

"What?" The boy turns around as the girl stands up and takes the steps to stand in front of him.

The girl opens up her mouth as if to say something, only to close it again and repeat the pattern. She reaches out a hand, lowers it slightly, and finally claps the boy on the shoulder with a silent nod.

The boy returns the nod and steps away, backing up towards the Impala before he turns around and climbs in the passenger seat.

The girl stands back and watches as the car pulls out of the parking lot, watching as it rolls down the street.

The girl stands and she watches until the taillights fade into the dust.