Ok so this is my first Supernatural fanfic, please don't get mad if the characters a teensy bit OOC. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Kayla Merchant
Dean idly flicked through one of the Men of Letters books on demons. They'd spent the past week looking for Abadon, but so far had found nothing. They hadn't found any cases either.
"So what, she's just gone?" He asked Sam, who looked up from the computer.
"I guess we just have to wait," Sam said matter-of-factly.
"I hate waiting," he muttered. He stood, grabbing his jacket.
"Where you going?" Sam asked.
"Out," he said simply. "I've had enough waiting around." He headed up the stairs and out the door, shutting it behind him. He breathed in the cool air, glad to be out.
Suddenly there was a loud barking and the roar of an engine. He drew his gun, looking around. He knew what the barking was, he'd heard it before. Hellhounds. The noises grew louder and a motorcycle came roaring down the road. It skidded to a stop and the rider jumped off as it skidded out of control. He could tell it was a girl, but the helmet covered her face.
"Dean Winchester?" She asked.
"Who's asking?" He asked back.
"I need your help," she said. "All my friends are dead and everyone I know is trying to kill me."
Suddenly something slammed into her, there was the snarl of a hellhound.
"It's right there," the rider said, He looked to where she was pointing and shot of a few shots. The hellhound growled louder. Then she screamed, gashes appeared on her stomach. He ran forward, stabbing blindly. There was a gunshot and a strangled yelp, followed by a thud.
He knelt down, looking at her wounds. "Stay with me." She groaned. He'd seen enough wounds to tell that it was fatal. She reached down. "Stay still, I'll get you help."
She shook her head. "No." She pulled something from her boot, it looked like a small metal capsule. She opened it, mumbling something. A glowing white light coated her hand and she placed it on her stomach, muttering something else, then her voice faded and she grew still.
He took off her helmet, underneath was a girl who couldn't have been older than twenty. She had long, light brown hair, her skin was pretty tan, suggesting a lot of time outside. He felt for a pulse. There was none.
Dean sighed, looking up. He didn't even know who she was. The door opened and Sam came out.
"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked. "Who is she?"
"I have no idea." Suddenly the wounds closed up and she started breathing. "What the hell…?" He felt for a pulse again, this time he felt a steady beat. He looked at Sam. "She didn't have a pulse." They stared at her girl. "She was dead."
A little while later, the two brothers sat on chairs in one of the spare rooms. They'd handcuffed the unconscious girl to the bed and Sam had brought her bike into the garage.
"So she's not a shifter, demon or angel," Dean said, putting away the angel blade, holy water and silver knife away. "Any ID?"
Sam looked up from going through the girl's purse. "Yeah. Layla Patent." He paused. "Jaina Lenard, Vanessa Danes, Rose Hale, Amy Grange, Donna Thompson, River Holmes." He looked up. "This girl has as many, if not more, IDs than we do. Plus FBI, CIA, U.S. Marshals, state police, Homeland Security and whatever other badges."
"So is she a hunter?" He asked.
Sam shrugged. "It looks like. Oh."
"What?"
Sam pulled a card from her wallet. "I think this might be her real name."
"What is it?" He asked.
"Kayla Merchant." He paused. "Twenty one years old, brown hair green eyes."
"What? No way she's twenty one," Dean said. He looked at her. "But what's she running from?"
Find…stop…come…to us…stop him…Metatron…Castiel…all away…
Kayla's eyes snapped open, she was breathing heavily her eyes flicking around, panicked…scared. Then everything came back. The hellhound, running, Dean. Dean!
She bolted up, but a sharp pain on her wrists stopped her, she looked down. Handcuffs. Oh brilliant. "What the…?" She looked up. Sam and Dean Winchester sat on chairs a little ways away.
"Nice of you to join us," Dean said. "We have some questions."
She stared at them. "Not until you get rid of these stupid cuffs." They didn't move, she rolled her eyes. "Look I'm not an angel, demon, shifter or any other bitch so if you could let me sit up, that'd be really nice."
They looked at each other. "Name," Dean said.
She sighed in annoyance. "Kayla Merchant. I'm a hunter, like you."
"How'd and why did you find us?" Dean asked.
She hesitated. "I-I need your help. And I found you with a blood spell. I got some of your DNA and tracked it."
"How'd you get our DNA?" Sam asked.
She rolled her eyes. "A motel."
He nodded. "Right. And you need our help why?"
She looked away. "I need to find someone. My friends were kidnapped. I've been looking for months and I still don't have a clue who has them."
"How'd you kill the hellhound?" Dean asked.
"My gun," her eyes widened. "My gun!"
"What about it?" Sam asked.
She tugged at the cuffs, raising an eyebrow at them. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over, showing her his gun, then unlocking the cuffs. She sat up, rubbing her wrists.
"Thanks." She stood. "I think it dropped outside the bunker." Dean held his pistol loosely in one hand, motioning with the gun. The message was clear.
"Lead the way," he said. She nodded, reaching for her bag but Sam stopped her.
"No. Just walk."
She looked up at him (way up) then suddenly she two angel blades crossed at his throat.
"Back off!" Dean shouted, leveling the gun at her.
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead," she hissed, lowering her blades and backing off.
"You do that again and I'll kill you," Dean said.
She nodded. "I know." They stood there for a moment, a staring contest. Then she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look I know you don't trust me—"
"Gee I wonder why!"
"And I know you don't know me, but call Garth, he'll confirm my story," she said. Dean nodded to Sam, who pulled out his phone and walked a ways away. Dean kept his gun on her. A moment later, Sam walked back in.
"Her story checks out," Sam said.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course it does."
Dean slowly put away his gun. She flashed a smile. "Good. Now, let's go get my gun."
Dean started to follow Kayla out but Sam stopped him.
"What?" He asked.
Sam hesitated. "Garth said she's a really good hunter."
"In my opinion she shouldn't be hunting at all," he snapped. "She's like sixteen."
"But, she doesn't work well with others," Sam finished.
"I guess we'll just have to see what happens," he said.
"You boys comin' or not?" Kayla shouted.
He huffed, but climbed the stairs after her. They went out into the front.
"Where's my bike?" Kayla asked, looking around.
"I put it in the garage," Sam said, coming up.
She sighed. "Sorry baby you'll have to wait," she muttered. She went over to the place the hellhound had been, running her hands through the grass, looking for something. "Come on, come on. Ah ha!" She got to her feet, cradling a gun in her hands.
Sam and Dean stared at it in shock. "Is that—?"
"The Colt," Kayla finished, running a hand over the gun.
"Where did you get that?" Dean asked, his hand drifting towards his gun.
Kayla looked up. "A demon named Crowley. He dropped off the radar and I beat it's location out of one of his minions. I dropped it when the hellhound attacked. " Sam and Dean looked at each other. "What?"
"Speaking of the hellhound, how'd you heal yourself? You were dead," Dean said.
She rolled her eyes. "If I had a dollar for every time someone told me that." They waited. "It's a spell using the extract of Moonflower. Moonflower is said to heal anything and even bring the dead back."
"Why come to us?" Dean asked. "It's not like you know us."
Kayla hesitated. "You're the best. If anyone can help me, you guys can." She sighed. "Look all I need is what it is and it's location that's it," she said. "If you don't want to I'll be on my way." They looked at each other.
"We'll help," Dean said. She seemed relieved. "Do you have anything on this guy?"
She nodded. "A little. I'll show you." Kayla went into the room they'd had her in and opened up one of the backpacks, pulling out a file about an inch thick. "This is everything I have. Patterns, dates, obits, kidnappings, the works. I'll tell you one thing, it's smart. It's like nothing I've ever seen."
"Well you aint seen everything," he muttered. Sam opened the file and started going through the content. Kayla had two back packs and a duffle bag, she opened them up and started removing equipment.
The Colt, six angel blades, two sawed-offs, two pistols, a rifle, boxes full of ammo from rock salt to silver, a nice knife set, a couple machetes and various other weapons. The six angel blades were what caught his attention.
"Six angel blades?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugged. "What can I say, they're collectables." She started cleaning one of the sawed-offs.
He noticed a leather belt with little metal capsules on it. He picked one up, opening it up. Inside was a glass vial, a pure white light emanated from the vial.
"What the hell?" He murmured, Kayla looked up, then did a double take.
"Don't touch that," she snapped, snatching it back and returning it to it's place.
He raised an eyebrow. "Ok I'll bite. What the hell is that?"
She carefully rolled up the belt and returned it to the bag. "It's Moonflower extract, very delicate, very rare."
"Is that why you have so much?" Dean asked.
She glared at him. "I payed a huge price for those, and I'd thank you to not screw it up."
There was a flutter and he turned to see Castiel. Kayla jumped up, whipping up a gun, he moved the gun right as she fired off a shot.
"Stow it short stuff," he said.
"But he's an angel!" She said incredulously.
"Who is she?" Cas asked.
"Shut up feathers before I shoot you," she snapped.
"Enough Kayla," Dean said. "Cas is a friend."
She frowned. "Wait Cas? As in Castiel? The rogue angel."
"Yes, I am Castiel," Cas said.
Kayla dropped the gun on the bed. "Well, sorry about that. My mistake." She looked at Dean. "Short stuff? Really?"
Dean rubbed his forehead wearily. "Cas this is Kayla Merchant. We're helping her find someone."
Cas pulled the bullet Kayla shot from the wall. "These bullets, they're not normal."
Kayla plucked the bullet from his hand. "Angel blade melted into bullets, comes in handy."
Dean frowned. Six angel blades and a case of angel bullets. "How many angels have you killed?"
She glanced at him. "As many as I've had to."
"Dean, Sam, I need to speak to you," Cas said, then he looked at Kayla. "Alone."
Dean nodded. "Sure." They exited the room. "What's up?"
Castiel glanced back at the room, then at them. "Who is she?"
"Kayla Merchant, she'd a hunter," Dean answered.
Cas frowned. "No, she's more than that."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I sense something…celestial about her," Cas said finally.
Both Sam and Dean stared at him. "Like, angel, celestial?" Cas nodded. "But we tested her, she's not an angel."
"What does she want?" Cas asked.
Dean explained what had happened, how they found her, what she wanted, when they were done, Cas was silent.
"Well?"
"Moonflower she said?" Cas asked. Dean nodded. "Hmm, I thought it was extinct."
He frowned. "What? She seems to have a lot right there."
"I need to see it," Cas said. They reentered the room, Kayla was re-assembling her sawed-off.
"You reach a conclusion about me?" She asked, not looking up.
"I need to see the Moonflower," Cas said.
She still didn't look up. "And why would I let you do that?"
"Because you need our help," Dean said. "Show him the damn flower."
She looked up, then set down the gun and reached into her bag, tossing Cas a metal capsule. "Knock yourself out."
Cas examined the capsule, opening it up and staring at the vial, after a moment he returned it to her. "It is Moonflower."
"What else would it be?" She asked, putting it away.
"Who are your friends?" Cas asked.
She stood. "Not the business of any angel."
"I may be able to find—"
"You can't," she snapped. "Look I've tried everything. Blood spells, tracing spells, demon deals, angel traps, the whole nine yards. The only thing left is to find them the old fashioned way."
"He means what are their names," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
Kayla started putting her weapons away. "I know. And I'm not telling. Sorry if I don't trust angels, they've kind of plagued me my entire life." She slung the bag over her shoulder and started for the door. "If you don't want to help me that's fine."
Castiel stared at her, then he tilted his head in understanding. "You're a vessel." She froze, her entire body tensed, her hand hovered over the door handle. "And you've been possessed before." Her hand lowered, tightening into a fist. "Which angel—"
"Don't," she interrupted. "Stop. Just stop." She took a deep breath. "Lilla and her son Denny Brady, that's who they are. And they're more than friends, they're my family."
There was a short silence, broken by Dean. "Well, if we're going to find them we need to get started. How about you tell Cas what you know about the captor."
She set the bag down. "It's strong. Maybe shapeshifter. Lilla and Den seemed to just disappear off the face of the planet. No sign of a break-in in the house, no struggle, just gone."
"Could be a god," Dean suggested.
She shook her head. "I've visited that possibility, but no. I have the house warded against angels, demons, every god I know of—which is a lot—there's silver, iron and salt everywhere." She hesitated. "And…they don't know."
"What?"
"They don't know about…this. Angels, demons, hunting. They just think I'm a drifter, a young one, but a drifter all the same," she said. "Another thing is motive though. I mean yeah I have a lot of enemies, but none of them fit the profile, and those who do are dead."
"Are there any other kidnappings?" Dean asked.
Sam took the file from the table. "Yeah. Three other disappearances. Same circumstances. All friends of hunters."
"Names?"
"Carly Rider, Melissa Seton and Felicity Peterson," Sam said.
"Any connection between them?" Dean asked.
Kayla nodded. "Yeah, two. The first is that none of them knew about hunting."
"And the other?"
"I don't really know what it has to do with anything. The only other connection I know of is that they all lived in St. Louis at one time or another, but all at different times. I don't even know the hunters the other three knew."
"So, so far, we have a bunch of kidnappings that have very little connection and no motive," Dean said. Kayla nodded. "Awesome."
"I guess we'll just have to go to St. Louis," Sam said. "Maybe there's something there."
"We'll leave tomorrow morning," Kayla said. "I need to fix my bike."
"You coming Cas?" Sam asked.
Castiel shook his head. "No. I only came to check on you two."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well thanks for that, we're all good, as you can see."
"Where's my bike?" Kayla asked.
"Garage," Sam replied. "I'll show you where it is." The two exited the room.
"Dean, be careful," Cas said.
"Yeah, duh."
"No, keep an eye on her, I sense she has many secrets," Cas said.
"Got it, take care of yourself." Cas nodded once, then disappeared.
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