Disclaimer- I don't own them, but it's fun to imagine!

For you, ncsupernatfan, Happy Birthday my much loved sister *kisses*
INTERVIEW WITH A HUNTER
Three days of violence and slaughter - How the world discovered the shocking truth, monsters are real. How Hunters came to sacrifice their anonymity, striding defiantly into the public arena, instantly attracting attention, not least from the politicians and the media. The world demanded to know more. In response, Hunters held a secret ballot, each writing down the name of the Hunter they felt could handle the onerous task of media spokesperson. All agreed, whoever got most nominations, got the job...

Chapter 1
PROLOGUE
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It came without even the vaguest forewarning. There had been no half heard whispers in the night, no muttered rumours that were ripe for the picking. There was no nod of the head from a sly, untrustworthy daemon informant, no careless bragging or baiting from creatures facing their imminent demise at the hands of a Hunter. The city of Springfield, Missouri, was an open door. Unknowing. Unprepared. Undefended.

Demonstrating a breathtaking and dramatic change in behaviours, tactics and alliances, daemons, ghouls, skin-walkers, djinn, windigoag and a catalogue of other assorted supernatural beings had appeared on the city sidewalks in groups. Working together, their invasion had begun during the daylight hours. Come the hours of darkness the invaders numbers increased, swelled by vampires and other night walkers. The monsters crept, crawled, stalked and raced along Springfield's main streets. Yelling, howling, snarling and screeching, they had flooded into the town's centre. They forced their way into shops, offices and bars, wrecking and killing wantonly. In the residential areas they broke into people's homes at random, slaughtering any occupants. Neighbours cowered in their basements and lofts, terrified, listening to the death screams of the people next door, and praying the monsters wouldn't swarm into their home next.

The local law enforcement officers responded quickly and did their best, including requisitioning reinforcements via the state police, however, they were hindered by their lack of knowledge and experience of the enemy. An urgent call for help was also put out by two Hunters, an Uncle and his nephew who lived in Springfield. Every other Hunter who was able to do so had answered, all heading towards the area at breakneck speeds. Until help arrived, both the official and unofficial, the Uncle and nephew had focused on lending their skills and expertise to the police, assisting and directing them in trying to defend and protect by whatever means they could.

Hunters working cases close by responded swiftly, amongst them were Sam and Dean Winchester. They were followed fairly soon after by an all female group of Hunters out of Sioux Falls. The group was led by Jodie Miller, who's own status as Sheriff in Sioux Falls' along with that of her friend and fellow Hunter, the Sheriff of Stillwater, Donna Hanscum, gave them both credence amongst their Springfield police colleagues.

Every Hunter arrived armed and ready to do what was necessary, getting to work immediately. As determined and ferocious as any monster, none of them gave any quarter as they fought to drive the enemy back into either Hell fire or oblivion. They utilised every weapon available to them, physical and magical, mundane and specialist, righteous and ritualistic, during what the Whitehouse chose to refer to afterwards as three days of 'civil rioting'.

On the second day of the 'riot', the president had sent in the National Guard, supposedly to gain control over the situation, identify the ring leaders, and instigate a 'catch or kill' protocol. Ignorant of what they were up against, they immediately found themselves on the wrong end of a slaughter, only gaining ground after their commanding officer grudgingly accepted the input and advice of the civilians who referred to themselves Hunters.

The city of Springfield unintentionally played host to one of the largest known gatherings of Hunters ever to fight together in one place. It was the kinds of weapons, the tactics, and the fact that they rapidly began to score some wins, that had both the general public and those with more specific interests, noticing them. Used to operating below the radar, the Hunters were uncomfortable at having to openly battle the supernatural within full view of anyone who had a few seconds to spare from frantically running for their lives. And it wasn't just the people stuck at Ground Zero who were witness to the Hunters in action, millions more people watched the shocking events taking place in Springfield live, either on-line or via their TV's.

At the onset of the attack the human losses were frighteningly high, only reducing as the numbers of Hunters joining the fight increased, diverting the monsters' attentions. The Hunter community suffered their share of loss and injury. All the human wounded were triaged in a hastily erected tent within the hospital grounds where, if possible, they received basic treatment before re-joining the battle. The more seriously injured were admitted and cared for within the hospital on a ward re-designated from it's normal use as men's day surgery. A section within the hospital staff's basement car park, where the air was cooler, became a makeshift morgue. In the days following the battle, from the human combatants who had lost their lives, the Hunters collected and took care of their own; ensuring their fallen comrades received a Hunter's funeral.

The battle had eventually ended in a hard won human victory. An unprecedented and way too public victory as far as the Hunter community was concerned and, sure enough, as people began to think straight again their interest switched, to the question of Who, or what, are these Hunters?

Discovering that they had become the subject of a media frenzy was also no great surprise to the Hunters. One of their number was needed to face the trial of being interviewed on a once popular current affairs show. The media spokes-person nominations were counted and the results announced. It turned out that the greater majority had gleefully elected to dump the role and, therefore, the TV interview, onto the shoulders of one currently extremely tense and very unhappy, Dean Winchester.

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There you go Sis, hope it's got you interested. Love as always, H. xxxxxx
To anyone else reading : Thank you. Chap 2 out soon. Reviews and comments appreciated as always. Chick xxx