A/N: Hi everyone! Well I've recently gotten completely addicted to Supernatural, and just have to write about it! :D Is this what came out! Hope you Prologue and Chapter One! Sorry for grammar mistakes! Not my strong point! Comments will make chapters come faster though I do work and go to school so bear with me. Thanks!
OH! If Tory's name changes in the story its because I had her with three different names until I found the one I really liked and I probably missed a few of them. :( Anyways, if I did...HER REAL NAME IS TORY ARGO!
-GlockenBlume
Prologue
Meeting Tory Argo
Tory Argo doesn't talk much. In fact, most people who know her think she doesn't say enough. They just don't understand that what she has to say doesn't really matter. Not when she's better at communicating with actions anyways. She definitely preferred actions over talking. No beating around the bush or second guessing her meaning.
In third grade, budding jerk Harold McGregor had taken her favorite doll during recess. Her old sister, Lorrie had just gotten it for Tory's birthday three days ago. Tory hadn't said a word in response to McGregor's taunts. She simply clocked him-hard, fast like her mommy taught her. Needless to say, Tory had gotten her doll back and long lecture from Lorrie later that night.
In sixth grade in a new school, state, and country Tory's fierce streak had yet to cool down. She'd beaten on more humans than monsters at this time in her life. Lorrie hated her temper and worked hard to keep her under control. On the days their mom was around-she'd just laugh. Much to Lorrie's annoyance. They were forced to change schools after Tory beat the crap out of Lucas Lime an arrogant, idiotic eight grader. Tory never told Lorrie but Lucas had been hurting her friend Jared when she'd found them. Tory had no regrets against hurting Lucas-or anyone else for that matter.
Isn't this how she was supposed to act? As a hunter? Tory's mom had spent years training her to be lethal, decisive-a solider. Lorrie had spent years as well making sure that when the time came for Tory's fist hunt she was ready. Ready to take on the supernatural beings that creep just beyond normal human's knowledge. They wanted to make sure Tory was ready to kill, and she was, but was the instinct supposed to stop as soon as the hunt was over? Tory never figured that one out.
At age eighteen, Tory was on her own. Not by choice, but by tragedy. Something had killed both her mom and her sister in one horrible minute. All it took was one freaking minute to completely destroy Tory sense of reality. Lorrie had been awake for a few seconds after her attack-had been able to leave parting words with Tory.
"Find Sam Winchester," she had gurgled out, "he made me a promise."
"Okay, I will." Tory had vowed because that's what you did when you're dying older sister gives her last request. Lorrie had squeezed her hand seeming to see past Tory's crap even as she took her final breaths.
"Find him Tory." She ordered me again and then she was gone. Just gone. Mom, Lorrie, the monster that killed them, and Tory's future—all gone.
Chapter 1
Finding Sam Winchester
For some reason, Tory thought finding this Winchester fellow would be a lot easier. It became pretty abundantly clear that he was a hunter just a week after beginning to track him down. It was annoying the heck out of Tory. His trail turned cold suddenly only to pop up in three other places. She knew she was being played and she hated that. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if this Sam Winchester knew she was on trial. If he didn't, Tory knew that his brother Dean sure has heck knew. Everything she'd managed to steal and hack into about the Winchester brothers told Tory she'd have to be incredibly cautious finding these brothers. They weren't stupid.
Tory sighed and leaned back against the driver's seat as she pushed her beat up, dirty green pick-up truck down I-90 heading towards New York Thruway. Tory wasn't sure why she was heading this way. There wasn't any real, solid evidence telling her that the Winchester brothers were in New York City. She just has a hunch though, and Tory knows to trust those.
Tory was bored though and so tired from the constant search. She had started looking for the brothers three freaking months ago. If Tory were being honest, she was just done. Done missing her family, done driving all around the freaking USA without any real game plan, done looking for people who were so obviously avoiding her, and she was so freaking done with being alone.
Call in a hunter's mentality, but Tory was never alone growing up. It was always her mom, Lorrie, and her. Them against the world. That's how hunters roll. Tory didn't understand how solo hunters did it. It was just not in Tory's DNA make-up. She craved people even if she didn't speak much.
Also, as crazy as it sounded Tori was beginning to miss hunting! She hadn't been out taking down the supernatural sense the minute she began looking for the Winchester brothers. She was angry because she needed to find that thing that killed her family. She needed to find them way more than she needed to find the Winchesters. She had promised Lorrie though, and Tory would be lying if she didn't want to know what exactly Sam Winchester had promised her older sister.
"I'm coming for ya." Tory growled her hands tightening on the wheel. Ironically, 'Pumped Up Kicks' by Foster The People spewed out of Tory's radio at the moment. It was track seven on the CD Lorrie had made for her. Lorrie always forced Tory them to listen on the way to a hunt.
Horrifyingly, tears glistened in Tory's grey eyes and braced her teeth against the sudden flow. She had yet to cry and as long as she had any sense about her-she wasn't going to. Instead, she cranked up the volume on her crappy radio and let the music lull her tender emotions.
'All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than my bullet…'
