A/N: Hi! I have no idea where I'm going with this story, it's just something that cropped up in my head.. I put way more time and thought into this than I did in my last fic attempt. I've gone over everything multiple times and polished up what I could, so hopefully this isn't terribly awful. I'd appreciate reviews and constructive criticism (so if my story sucks harder than a Dyson vacuum please say so!) Anyways, enjoy! ^^;
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I also don't own Twilight Zone.
-Just outside of Syracuse, New York-
"Sam? Come on, where are you, Sammy!?" This was called out by two very different voices, and coming from two different directions of an abandoned military bunker. Dean paused mid-step to listen; the other voice, which belonged to a woman, was still calling out. Why anyone else would be in the bunker in the middle of the night at the same time he and his brother were investigating possible demon activity was odd. Raising his gun, the hunter decided to head in the direction he heard the woman's voice coming from. Finding her should be no problem since she was still yelling, and he decided she had better tell him what the Hell was going on and why she was screaming for his brother.
Dean made his way down different corridors of the decrepit bunker looking for any signs of demons, his brother or the mysterious female voice. So far he hadn't noticed anything important, only the old warped metal tables, rotting wood furniture, and an array of graffiti. The place had obviously been looted since it was void of any electronics, paperwork, or military paraphernalia. Distracted by checking the different rooms he passed by for any of those black eyed sons of bitches, Dean didn't notice the short blonde woman slowly creeping closer to him. Just as he turned towards the are the woman had hidden, she jumped up and splashed him with some sort of liquid, leaving him spluttering.
"What the fuck, lady? What'd you just splash me with!?" He demanded, rapidly swiping his arm over his face to clear it. Shaking the remaining droplets from his arm, he glared hard at the woman standing hipshot just a few feet in front of him.
The lighting was murky at best and wasn't much help in distinguishing many of her features; all he could see was that she was short – maybe 5'1", 5'3" at the most – had stylishly short and messy dark blonde or light brown hair; wearing combat boots, seemingly skin tight jeans and a leather jacket. And had her gun trained directly at his junk.
Keeping his eyes on the petite woman, Dean slowly crouched down to place his weapon on the floor. "Are you gonna tell me what you doused me with or just leave me in the dark here?" He inquired before rising back up, equally as slow, and lifting his arms in the air as a sign of submission.
"Holy water," the woman admitted, shrugging a single leather clad shoulder. Her voice was unnaturally rough and smoky like it had been damaged by or something, but it wasn't at all an unpleasant sound. "Doesn't matter. You shouldn't be down here, it's not safe for civilians."
She began making her way closer to him, assessing him quickly to determine what kind of threat he might pose. As she drew closer, Dean was able to make out more of her face: her eyes were artfully lined with kohl which accentuated the shape of surprisingly green eyes, a light smattering of freckles covered her nose and cheeks, and she had full, plump lips that were currently drawn back into a scowl that mirrored his own. Before either one of them could say another word, the sound of footsteps from both ends of the corridor had them returning to their previous defensive positions. "Great. Demons," the woman muttered before glancing over at Dean. "Know how to gank these evil sons of bitches?"
He just glared at her and her uncomfortably familiar phrasing in response. Just as he was about to turn towards the demons that were headed his way he noticed a long, thin silver blade slip soundlessly from the mysterious woman's jacket sleeve. Instantly recognising the weapon to be an angel blade; the hunter decided that he'd focus on the why's and how's of this chick having one of the rare short-swords later, he turned to focus on their fast approaching enemies.
Standing back-to-back, Dean and his tiny companion worked to quickly dispatch the demons. The woman was surprisingly strong and agile; she had managed to take out a few of the demons coming from Dean's side without any of the bastards smoking out. Once every last one of the creatures was dead, he turned back towards the woman grabbing her by the front of her jacket and slamming her back against the wall.
"Who the Hell are you and why were you calling out for my little brother, Sam?" Dean growled, getting in her face.
"Look asshole, I'm not looking for your brother. I don't even know who the Hell he is!"
"Really? Then why did I hear you yelling his name?"
"I wasn't calling out for your brother," she shoved him making him stumble back a few steps. "I'm looking for my little sister, Samantha!" She stressed the words, looking at Dean as if he was the most idiotic individual she had ever met.
Dean scoffed. "You seriously want me to believe that we're both here in the same abandoned bunker, looking for our younger siblings who just so happen to have almost the same name?"
"I honestly don't give a flying fuck what you believe!" she growled.
Before she could walk off Dean grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around to face him. "It's obvious that you're a hunter and I know almost everyone in the game. I've never heard of another hunter with a younger sibling named Sam, besides myself. So before I let you go, you're going to tell me who the fuck you are!"
Glaring at the hand clamped around her arm, the woman growled. "The name Winchester mean anything to you?"
"Yeah, I'm familiar with it."
"Wow, you've got to be the dumbest hunter I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!" A stupefied laugh leaving the woman's lips. "You're really gonna make me have to spell it out for you, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just spit it out, short shit."
"Dana Winchester." She announced, jerking a thumb towards herself.
An incredulous look came over Dean's face as he absorbed this information before rapidly becoming one of annoyance and confusion. "Dana Winchester? You've gotta be fucking kidding me! I bet you're one of those Carver Edlund 'Supernatural' obsessed psychos!"
"What the fuck do Chuck and those horrible books have anything to do with this?" Dana asked, matching the other hunter's aggression.
"Because I am Dean Winchester! My brother is Sam Winchester! Ya know, the 'Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business' Dean and Sam fucking Winchester!?" He snapped.
Face going instantly pale, Dana just stared at the man in front of her for several long seconds before speaking softly. "This is some freaky Twilight Zone bullshit, Dean, and since I haven't got the slightest clue as to what the Hell is going on here I vote we find Sam – Sam's? – and get the fuck outta dodge so we can figure this out. I've got a really weird feeling about this..."