Beta Reader: Suz Singer
A young woman, with a Rottweiler at her side, was walking through the forest, looking at all the beautiful pieces of nature contained there. The Rottweiler was chasing butterflies, which made the woman laugh. "Schenoke, you silly dog," She laughed, before uttering a small surprised cry, as Schenoke ran to her and pounced on her, knocking her in the dirt. The dog left dirty paw-prints on her black long-sleeve shirt.
Schenoke started to lick her face, eliciting another squeak from her owner. The woman laughed, trying to push her dog off of her.
Suddenly, Schenoke looked up and started to growl. "What is it, girl?" She asked her dog, while sitting up and looking around.
As soon as the woman went to stand, she was attacked. By what, she didn't know, but she knew she had to protect her pup. And herself. When she started to fight- a valiant effort- someone from behind knocked her out cold.
"Where are we?" Sam shouted over his brother's loud music, his face creased in annoyance.
"I think we're in the outskirts of Jonesville, Virginia," Dean said, finally turning the music down.
Sam sat back, and watched the scenery roll past. Well, what he could see of it, since it was pitch black out. When Dean turned the Impala down a side road, all the while looking for a motel, a dog, a Rottweiler to be exact, ran out into the road, making Dean slam onto the brakes.
As the Impala came to a sudden stop, Sam jumped out of the car. "Sammy, where are you going?" Dean shouted after his brother.
As soon as Sam got out of the car, and went to the dog, it took off in the direction it came from. Sam decided to follow it, after all, what did he have to lose?
As Sam sprinted after the Rottweiler, he saw a young woman lying there underneath a tree. The dog barked, desperately, until Sam approached the woman. He knelt down, checking her pulse. It was faint, but there. "How are you still alive?" Sam questioned, the unconscious form, incredulously.
Dean caught up only a few seconds later. When he saw the woman, his eyes went wide. The poor thing was covered in blood from head to toe. "Dean, we need to get her out of here," Sam said to his brother, frantically, as he stared at the body.
Even as she was drenched in blood, she still looked like a goddess to him.
Long brown hair with a red tint to it, sun-kissed skin, beautiful lips, and a perfect athletic build. He couldn't tell what she was wearing, but he knew she must have rocked anything that she wore.
"Dean?" Sam shouted, to try and break him from his trance.
Dean shook his head, clearing it of any such thoughts, and hurried to get her to the Impala.
Once they were inside the car, Dean sped to a motel, checked in, and got her inside, out of the cold.
Sam nearly tore her sweater off in his haste, which still boasted dirty paw prints on it, and threw it to the side. Along with her brown knee-high boots. Sam layered blankets over her to desperately bring warmth into her body.
A few hours passed, mostly filled with Dean pacing, and Sam researching on his laptop, before her eyelids finally fluttered open. She looked around, as soon as her eyes were open. All she could see were beige colored walls around her. And her pet Rottweiler lying right beside her.
"Where am I?" She asked, sitting up, rubbing her head. Sam got up, cautioning her to slow down.
Dean looked at her, and Schenoke raised his head, growling at the stranger. "Shh, Schenoke," the mystery woman said to her pup, patting its head.
"Who are you?" Dean questioned her, standing at the foot of the bed.
"Tell me who you are first," She demanded, without interest.
"Well, I'm Dean Winchester," he said to her. "And this is my brother, Sam."
"I'm Sera Harris," She finally answered, petting her loyal companion. "And this is Schenoke."
"What happened to you?" Sam asked her, staying out of range of the protective dog.
"I was attacked by a group of demons," Sera answered, carefully, after a moment of thought.
"Well, you need to rest and get your strength back," Dean said, firmly.
'I need to ditch these guys and fast,' Sera thought. She had to get back to her daughter. She would be wondering where she was. "Let's go back to my place," She offered them, finally.
"Where is it?" Sam asked her, eyeing her carefully.
"Only a few miles from here," Sera answered, climbing out of the bed.
"Okay, let's go," Dean consented, reluctantly, walking out of the motel room and to the Impala.
Sera climbed in the backseat, Schenoke beside her. "No dogs in the car," Dean said, alarmedly.
"Schenoke is a perfect dog, she won't harm a thing," Sera said, utterly refusing to think of the alternative.
Dean decided not to argue with her, starting the Impala, stepping on the gas as soon as Sam shut the door.
After a few minutes of driving, Sera pointed to a house with a light on in the living room. Dean pulled into the driveway.
It looked like it should have been an award winning house for decorations, rather than a hunter's house. Sera climbed out, nearly running to the door. As soon as she opened it, a young girl that looked no older than six sprang into her arms. "Hey there, darling," Sera cooed, setting the little girl on her hip.
"Dean, Sam, this is my daughter, Cheyenne Harris," Sera smiled, turning to Sam and Dean, as they joined the girls in the doorway.
Cheyenne buried her face in Sera's hair, peeking out every few seconds. Dean noticed how Cheyenne's eyes matched her mother's. Hazel.
Cheyenne looked exactly like her mother in features, except for the platinum tresses reaching down her back. "Mommy, can I go play with Noke?" Cheyenne asked, pouting delicately.
"'Course, baby," Sera answered, setting Cheyenne down to play with the Rottweiler.
The three adults sat down in the living room, keeping a watchful eye on the child. "So why did you start hunting?" Sam asked, curiously.
"Cheyenne's dad, Xavier Blackwater, was killed by a demon," Sera answered, reluctantly.
"Which demon?" Sam asked her. "Do you know its name?" he continued.
Her hazel eyes lifted, meeting the Winchesters'. "Azazel," Sera answered, simply.