A/N – This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction. I'm a huge fan of Supernatural and I just wanted to write a fan fiction of it. I have some knowledge on the Asian culture, and that helped me with my heroine. I love constructive criticism! Thanks~ c:
CHAPTER 1
The morning light poured through my window. I sat up slowly. Where was I again? My head was pounding and I could barely remember the night before. I slowly climbed out of the bed I was in. I was by myself at least. I was honestly glad I hadn't gone home with anyone. You're wondering who I am aren't you? Well, my name is Aurora Oshiro and I go by Rory. My dad was Japanese and my mom was white. So yeah, I'm a mutt. My mom died during one of their hunting trips. She was killed by a werewolf and my dad trained me as a hunter since that incident. I didn't blame him for that. I went to the bathroom and stared at my face. I had somehow inherited my mom's ice blue eyes other wise my dad's Asian features were extremely strong.
"God, what am I doing with my life?" I asked myself. I put my long black hair into a ponytail. I had bangs that went across my forehead. They were practical and simple. I got dressed and slipped on my brown leather jacket. I packed up my things and headed to the front desk to check out. My silver Mustang sat in the parking space in front f my room. Right next to my baby was a 69 Impala. Interesting car choice. Checking out of the motel, I noticed two guys walk out of the motel room to mine. They were deep in conversation. One was extremely tall with long brown hair and the other was shorter and had a puppy dog face with decently kept brown hair. The taller one caught my stare and I quickly looked away. I had no interest in them. I was on my own.
Getting into my car, I started it up and drove away. I noticed an Impala following me. It was the same one. I quickly turned left down a dirt road. I wasn't in the mood to tell my paranoia to shush. I parked the Mustang in a cornfield and got out. Five minutes later, I heard the Impala come down the road and turn off. My breathing was soft. I didn't want to give my position away. I soon heard them having a conversation.
"Do you think that was Rory?" one of them asked.
"It had to be. The description fit her," the other said. Why were they hunting for me? This was definitely suspicious. I slowly got up to confront them, but then I realized any weapon I had was in the trunk of the Mustang. Crap. I couldn't get my weapons without them noticing.
"She has to be here," the first one said. They were going to look for me might as well give them a chance. I quickly opened up my trunk and grabbed my crossbow and bolts and then slammed my trunk. I heard them head into the cornfield. I had the head start on them however. Finding a good hiding spot (or so I thought) I kept quiet as I heard footsteps come closer. I kept looking around and then I heard, "found her!"
I flipped around and saw the one with long hair. I kicked my leg up but he was expecting it and flipped me onto the ground hard. It took him no effort to do that. However, I used my free leg to kick him hardly in the other leg. He let got of my leg and I did a back flip to get up. I noticed my crossbow was on the ground. Shit, how could I forget that?
"Look I don't want to hurt you, but you're in danger and need to come with my brother and I," he said in a pained voice and I froze.
