Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will own Supernatural and all the sexy boys it brings to us. Sad Pandas for me…
A/N: Hey everyone, this is going to be the first story I post here, I hope you like it =D. btw the beginning of this chapter and possibly more to come will be written as if it was a journal entry, it's an easy way to keep it in third person yet still have the main character's voice be heard! ^_^
Okay, this was it, the moment I make it or break it, it all rides on this mission…my first vampire hunt alone, well, honestly my first ANYTHING hunt alone. Sure, I've been on loads of hunts, some with my close friends and some with complete strangers that were to be trusted only through words of my close friends. Honestly, I was scared shitless. I didn't know if I was going to be able to do it, I mean, yeah, I could gank any demon or vengeful spirit with the best of them, but when it came down to the evil creatures, it kinda was intimidating. I've only been on one other vampire hunt, and that was in Chicago with the two hunters I trust the most, my parents. They taught me everything there is to know about anything that could potentially kill me, or anyone for that matter. I love them and they know that they made the right choice, I can't imagine my life if they hadn't of shown me the ropes. I just wish they were here now to help me out. No, they are not dead…yet…they are going around Europe, trying to get as many recruiters there to help them with the ever growing more popular demon hunt, which it seemed that day by day the number was rising…How they hell did that Winchester boy release hell on earth! But the fact of the matter is that I'm scared….and the only reason that I'm telling you this is because I know you won't judge me for it…then again, you are just some silly piece of paper in a silly notebook full of silly hints and facts about things that go bump in the night. So, where was I…oh yeah, back to the vampire hunt. Luckily, it was about an hours drive away from my good friends Ellen and Jo, they run a wonderful hunters den pretty much, called the Roadhouse. Ash has been helping me track those Transylvanian suckers, their nest was most likely in an abandoned costume warehouse and the most appropriate Rocky Horror Picture Show joke is to be said about that, but I'll just skip it for now. Anyhow…there might be that by some stroke of luck I'll run into hunters there on the same job and we can team up, but I doubt it, there were no news posts anywhere about it and I doubt there was going to be, I mean, they were murdering homeless people, those without families or those that would not be missed so no one really paid much thought about it, and how Ash found it was a miracle in of itself, but yeah…Enough blabbering to you about how much I hate being alone and time to get this show on the road…
Melissa Noe is a petite brunette with hazel eyes. She wore a tight AC/DC shirt and tight jeans that flared at the bottom, and a small silver ring on her right hand's ring finger that was being fiddled with the whole time she was writing in an old, beat up looking brown book that belonged to her mother before she departed overseas. She had promised her that she would keep up with it as much as possible, in hopes to be able to help her later on when she needed information about hunts. She put down her pen and started to pack away her things when she got a call from Ellen.
"Hey El, find anything useful? I'm about 45 minutes away, 30 if I drive fast…" she said, resting the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she zipped up her duffel bag.
"Yeah, I found two very useful somethings…"She said and Melissa's eyes squinted slightly. How much more information could Ash find, she was pretty much set to go.
"Really now…" She said skeptically…he was a genius…but she said "I" as in her…Ellen found out more information. "Well what is it?"
"You'll just have to see it when you get here." Ellen said and Melissa could hear the sly smile in her voice…what did she have up her sleeve?
"Okay fine, be there shortly." Melissa said and headed toward checkout.
Melissa got in her van, a lime green straight-from-1967 VW bus, her baby. She loved that van more than pretty much all of her possessions, minus her knife collection, that thing was just to impressive. She tossed her bag into the back, but careful not to break anything, she popped in one of her many cassette tapes and started drumming the beat of Led Zeppelin's "Good Times, Bad Times". She pulled out of the sleazy motel parking lot and headed towards the Roadhouse, which in all reality it should take her a little over a half house to get to, breaking the speed limit for about ten minutes, but who really cares…
"I'm gonna love you, each and every day…" she sang aloud, letting the road and her wonderful van take away thoughts of killing for the moment. As the song slowed to an end, she couldn't help thinking Ellen had something up her sleeve.
Once the Roadhouse was in sight, her mind began to ease a bit, knowing that she would see a few of her friends again, it had been a while since she's been there, a few months at least, she was stuck on the west coast with a hunter named Eric working on trying to track down all the remains of a nasty spirit of an older teenage man who was torn limb from limb, each limb buried in a different state.
She parked and couldn't help notice a beautiful '67 Chevy Impala parked a few spots away.
"No…way…"She said slowly as she got ready to go inside, checking to make sure her weapons have not shifted, gun on lower back, a knife on each ankle, a small handgun in her overcoat inside pocket. She made her way to the door and low and behold her suspicions had been right.
"Dean! Sammy!" She yelled and ran to her good friends. Not knowing to hug first, she figured she'd run straight and jump on the taller of the two. She landed with an "oof' and smiled and laughed as she held on tight, Sam squeezing her tight enough to support her instead of crush her.
"Missy!" He said with a smile. He had been glad to see her, they were close. Their parents often went on trips with his dad so they pretty much grew up with her, seeing her at least a month or two out of the year.
Dean looked at his brother and friend and a smile rested on his face. He watched her climb off his unusually tall brother and was greeted with the same energy, tackle-hug and all. He held on and smelled her chocolate shampoo and closed his eyes, taking in the moment.
"I missed you guys!" She said as her feet finally rested on the ground and they turned to the bar. Ellen was smiling slyly, same as on the phone, and she pulled out three beers, offering each the young hunters.
"I know, it's been what, a year?" Dean said, not taking his eyes off the 27 year old.
"It's been more than that hasn't it?" His brother said, trying to remember the last time they were all together.
"It's been over a year and a half…"Missy said plainly, sipping the liquor as she looked at the brothers. She had to admit, the boys did look rather attractive, Sam being a year younger and Dean being two years older. I has been a while and she missed them very much, she called at least one of them once every couple of weeks though, she couldn't bear not keeping in touch with her oldest friends.
"No way, has it really…"Dean said and then he remembers the occasion.
"My birthday..." Sam said, Dean and Missy looking at each other remembering the booze filled night. Neither would admit it, but they fooled around that night, not all the way, but closer than they had ever been before. Somehow Sam's 24th birthday had suddenly became an "okay lets get drunk and make out with your best friend" day. Missy looked down and Dean did the same, Sam getting the hint and changed the subject.
"It's been too long." He said as another friend of the female hunter walked into the room.
"Missy!" a familiar, blonde headed 22 year old girl walks down the stairs and smiles at her old friend.
"Jo!" She yells back with just as much excitement. She gets up and gives her friend a hug.
"How've you been?" Missy asked her as she joined them at the bar.
"Pretty good, bored as hell though, Mom STILL doesn't trust me to hunt alone..."she complained as Ellen glared at her daughter, and Melissa could cut the tension with a knife.
"You know I haven't hunted alone yet right?" She said, looking down at her feet,"Not until I got a lead on some vampires about an hour out."
"What? You're not hunting vampires alone as your first job!" Dean said hastily, rather protectively in fact. Melissa was a little taken aback by his reaction and nodded her head.
"Yes I am." She said, a little more confident in herself this time.
"What I think my brother was TRYING to say was WE were going on that case and found out you were looking into it too…"Sam explained, calming her.
"Wait…like…legit, we're on a hunt together, just like old times?' She said excitedly, and the boys nodded in unison. She couldn't help but smile and think of all the old times they used to have, helping their parents on a job together, and one time even killing a werewolf without their help.
"Yeah, well, not quite like old times…"Dean said with a smirk.
"And why is that?" She questioned the older Winchester.
"Because this time we don't have our parents keeping it all PG-13…" He said with a wink and she knew she was in way over her head being all alone with two Winchester boys.
Thanks to everyone who read this! I hope to a lot of positive reviews! I have a idea about where this story will end up going, not too sure about the length it'll take me to get there so just keep reading! ^_^