A SuperWhoLock story, mostly OC's though, sorry. :/
Camilla stepped out of the portal, her milk chocolate eyes blinking in the street lamplight. She examined herself, running a hand through her long, curly, black hair that fell down her back in waves. She was tall, with a busty build and ruddy skin, wearing a tight shirt, short skirt, tights and high heels she really didn't need.
Perfect, Camilla thought. And with that she set off down the street, past a very stunned homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk, who decided to seek professional help after this incident.
Camilla stopped in front of a very loud bar. Lights flashed and couples made-out on the front steps. But Camilla just stepped past them; she had a much bigger prize in mind.
Sam sighed, he was getting nowhere with this research tactic. Dean sat down across from him, setting two bottles of beer on the table.
"Getting anywhere?" Dean asked, taking a swig from his drink.
"Nah, I can't find anything online." Sam said, closing his laptop and putting away in his backpack.
"You want me to call Bobby?" Dean asked, a smug smile on his face.
Sam glared at him, "dude, it's day one, I'm not going to lose this bet that easily."
"Suit your self." Dean replied, grinning. The two were sitting at table in corner of a bar Ellen had recommended. She said it was a hunter only bar, and that they might meet some old friends there.
Too bad all our 'old friends' are dead, Sam thought bitterly as he took a sip of his drink.
Suddenly a hand slammed down on their table, startling both.
Camilla smiled at them, "hey boys."
"Uh, can we help you?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam like, who the hell is she?
"Bad question," Camilla said, cocking an eyebrow, "Come with me."
"Why?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Camilla sighed, "because I'm a hunter, and I need your help."
"Prove it." Dean said, pulling a silver cantina out of his jacket pocket and handing it to her.
Camilla rolled her eyes, taking the cantina and gulping down the liquid inside quickly. She didn't have time for this, but if it gained their trust she'd do it. With one hand Camilla reached under her skirt, pulling a tiny silver dagger out of its sheath on her inner thigh. She handed the cantina back to a stunned Dean, and held up the dagger.
"Pure silver, soaked in holy water." Camilla stated, holding out her arm and making a light cut on her forearm.
Camilla replaced the dagger in its sheath, and looked at the boys expectantly, blood dripping down her hand.
After a minute Camilla put a hand on her hip and glared at the boys, "well?" she demanded, "come on!"
"Oh, right." Dean was the first to recover closely followed by Sam and the two gathered their things and followed Camilla out the door.
Camilla walked quickly down the darkened alley, Sam and Dean a few paces behind her. "Where are we going?" Sam asked. Camilla ignored him, just a little bit farther.
"Hey," Dean stepped forward, "my brother asked you a question." He grabbed her arm, pulling her around.
"I know." Camilla replied, "We're here." Faster then anyone would have believed possible, Camilla's other hand shot out, slapping Dean's neck. Dean flinched and, letting go of Camilla's arm, stumbled backward. He pulled the small dart out of his neck, and looked down at it in confusion as his vision blurred and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"What did you-" Sam didn't have a chance to go any farther. Camilla zipped forward, twisting around Sam to stand behind him. Camilla pulled the dart out as Sam fell to lie next to his brother on the ground.
"sorry boys," Camilla said, "but like I said, I need your help."
Camilla leaned on the hood on the Impala, a roll of duck tape sitting next to her. She sighed and pulled a cell phone out of her pocket, dialing one of the only two numbers in the contacts list. She put the phone to her ear.
"Yes?" Fallon asked on the other end.
"I've got the brothers, well one set anyway." Camilla said.
"And the angel?"
"I'm on my to pick him up, Millie has him at the bunker."
"Excellent, I'll come pick you up there then," Fallon replied, "and Camilla, thank you."
"What can I say, we're practically family." Camilla closed the phone, sighing again.
She had a long drive on her hands, not to mention she going to have to deal with the annoying boys tied up in the back seat the whole way.
She pushed off the hood of the car and slid into the drivers seat, making a mental note to stop by the nearest liquor store for a treat. She was going to need it.