A/N: I've had this story locked away in the back of my computer files for a while. It's actually half-way done. I never posted it because I didn't think anyone would care about this AU sooo if you hate it just ignore it, but I hope you like it? I based this story off of the CW's Supernatural, but you really don't need to have seen the show to know anything. If you've seen it then I'll say that this story doesn't follow their plotline. I just reuse some monsters from the show and their terminology. R/R please, I'd like to know if anyone wants to actually read this experiment. If so, I'd gladly post the rest :)!

I feel like this AU needs a prologue soooo here's a prologue featuring freezerburn friendship

PROLOGUE: Bunnies and Wolves

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YANG XIAO LONG AND WEISS SCHNEE

"Seriously this was your emergency. Why do you have this, you collecting weird shit for your hobby again?"

Yang sat across from Weiss Schnee, a human sorceress she's had the pleasure of being frenemies with ever since they met twenty years ago. They were having an early breakfast at some roadside diner in the middle of nowhere, West Texas. She travelled over 24 hours by car from Virginia. Not sure how she even made it on time for the meeting with her longtime partner of sorts. They had been studying the supernatural world together since day one. It wasn't until five years ago that both of them decided to roam the country slaying bad guys together. About a month ago, Yang decided to take a break to heal her dislocated shoulder.

Now here she was in the middle of West Texas, responding to Weiss's emergency call.

Between the two of them, besides Yang's breakfast and Weiss's cup of tea, was a charm. A rabbit's foot to be specific. An item that grants whoever holds it: extreme luck—at least that's what the myths say.

Weiss gave Yang her infamous cold glare. "No you dolt, I stole it."

Yang chuckled. "You stole a bunny's foot. Don't tell me you seriously think this crap gives you luck. Silly Weiss, Trix are for kids!" Yang joked.

"Okay one, it's more than a rabbit's foot. Two, I wouldn't be caught dead eating that horrendous box of munchies—"

"Hey! That horrendous box of munchies was a childhood foundation for Ruby and I!"

Weiss scoffs, "so are terrible puns and useless cartoons you—and who now?"

"My sister you dolt," Yang mimicked Weiss, flicking her blonde hair in exaggeration. Although Yang and Weiss had known each other for two decades, Weiss never met Ruby, Yang didn't bring the topic of her younger sister up often.

They often joked and teased one another, but Weiss was probably the closest thing Yang had to a best friend. Weiss wasn't much of a hunter but the girl knew her mythology and brewology and probably supernatural biology. Point is, Weiss was Yang's go to person whenever she encounter something she didn't know how to hunt. Weiss mostly like knew how to find the target's weaknesses, while Yang was the one who often executed it. It made for a good partnership.

Weiss and Yang may seem like they have a complicated relationship, but really it's simpler than middle school math. Yang's parents were hunters who brought her over to Weiss's for 'play dates' where they learn about the informalities of the world that most humans did not know about.

Yang was given the role of becoming a full-fledged huntress, sworn duty to protect the humankind. Weiss inherited her family's trade of sorcery. It was a rare gift among humans, only a handful of humans had the ability to possess such a talent. Weiss was exceptional at it—however when it came to hunting, she was exceptionally horrific. The girl couldn't shoot a beer bottle five feet away much less stick a stake into a vampire.

"I'm being followed. Five or twenty of them, I don't know what species. I'm guessing lycanthrope, which wouldn't be good because we're still in their territory if it is." Weiss sips her tea, side glancing the people who chimed in from the front entrance of the small diner. "I need you to escort me to Atlanta. I have a deal with a woman from Russia named Katherine, she's buying the charm," Weiss holds up the rabbit's foot attached to a chain, "for five million USD. I'll split the profits with you 70/30."

"50/50."

"What—no, I came up with the plan and I stole the foot from a crazed woman. 60/40."

The door chimed open again as a the diner was suddenly becoming more and more crowded with hungry customers. "You realize I left a hot chick in my luxury suite without notice because you deem this animal part," Yang holds up the rabbit's foot, "an emergency. Not only that. You're filthy stinking rich Ms. Heiress to the SDC."

Weiss rolls her eyes, muttering an okay.

"Yang, people would killed just to hold that for a second. It's not an ordinary rabbit's foot," Weiss sighed, "it's cursed."

Yang's eyes widen, not in shock, no they widened in interest. "Cursed bad or good…?"

"Cursed—"

Weiss was rudely interrupted by the sound of more people entering the small diner. Both she and Yang looked up to find themselves surrounded by a large gang of sorts. Well if Weiss had to guess, lycanthropes. She guessed right.

Yang's posture doesn't change. She holds her composure, continuing to eat her breakfast as if big bad wolves weren't breathing down their necks.

"Yang you brought silver right?" Weiss asked a little less calm than her counterpart. Who didn't respond with much, instead slinging the rabbit's foot around her neck like a necklace and leaving a ten-dollar bill on the table.

"Normally my answer would be yes. But seeing as you asked me to come here in an emergency—which mind you, I left an extremely hot girl alone in my hotel room, who didn't even get to make out with—so no Weiss I did not bring my silver knives. Or bullets. Or any weapons I can use to kill be a big bad wolf." Yang replies with the watchful eyes and ears of many werewolves and a very soon-to-be upset Weiss Schnee. Not on me, in the car. Yang passes the napkin over to Weiss. Werewolves had great hearing.

She makes a show of interest and looks around lightly buzzing diner. The human wait staff didn't notice the thickening air between the two women and a gang of werewolves in long pig's clothing. Just about the same time, a large group of bikers came rolling in. This not-so-packed diner was suddenly suffocating.

"But I do know one thing about fur-balls is," Yang starts again, drinking her mug of Joe. "They respect sanctuaries as a neutral ground," in which Yang slides the desert menu over to Weiss. She looks down at the flimsy piece of laminated paper in confusion. Eventually it hit Weiss. The restaurant's name was Haven's Diner. "So ice queen, you feline dessert?" Yang smirks.

In response, Weiss shook her head in disgust at both the horrifically terrible pun and nickname, but answered "I'll have a slice of lemon meringue pie."

They sat and ate dessert in silence for the next twenty or so minutes. Heavy watchful eyes on them. Yang and Weiss knew there was approximately ten werewolves inside the diner, possibly more outside. They knew that once they leave the safety of the diner, they'd be targeted by the land hounds.

Although they had as long as it took Weiss to eat a slice of lemon meringue pie, they didn't discuss anything about how to get out. Yang just sat across from her with the blankest face ever and it was driving the werewolves as mad as it was driving Weiss Schnee. Especially when Yang stands up to get into the face of who Weiss assumes was the alpha wolf.

What on earth are you thinking Xiao Long? Weiss thought. She realized the plan, a crazy plan even for her, when Yang grabbed the alpha's shirt collar, "Jarret, how you do this to me. We have a family, what about Sherry and Cody! What will they think when they find out their father cheated on their mother with his secretary!?" Yang barks at the man.

The civilians, all twenty-four of them Weiss counted, glanced Yang's way as she roughed up the alpha wolf, whom they assumed was some human man in his thirties. Weiss made note of their worried faces for the young blonde woman in comparison to some who looked disgusted at the alpha Yang was provoking.

Yang pretended to sound angry with traces of sadness. "I forgave you the first three times. I forgave you when you touched little Sherry's friends," murmurs and looks of pure hate were directed at the alpha. "It's over you mutt, don't follow me or I'll call the cops." Yang dropped with such conviction, even Weiss wanted to give her an award for her acting. Or at least an award for being reckless and suicidal.

The alpha stands up after Yang, "who the fuck do you think you are bitch—"

"Don't talk to her like that you disgusting child molester!" a large burly man interrupts, shoving himself between Yang and the alpha. He was accompanied by about a dozen of his fellow gang members. A biker gang Yang assumes.

It was a common thing for gangs to get into fights at diners. A group of human bikers argued with a group of lycans. But Yang doesn't need to mention the part about one of the gangs being scary monstrous beasts now does she?

The alpha tried to shove the biker man off of him, but it only started what Yang liked to call a head start to her great escape.

Yang grabs Weiss's hand and whispering into her ear it was their chance to go while they could. Or so she thought until she realized there were more upon closing the entrance door, it chiming on the way out.

"It's them!" Yang hears one of the lackeys shout from his position against a large white van. Gee, they were subtle about kidnapping Weiss.

"Get to the car!" Yang tells Weiss pushing her towards her Impala, "in the trunk, there's a revolver and bullets, load it with silver bullets." She passes Weiss the keys. Weiss runs off about as fast as an heiress could run in heels while Yang places herself between the werewolves and her.

Yang counts four dogs, ten in the diner who were probably going to catch up to her and Weiss soon after they deal with a dozen angry bikers. She wasn't worried about the bikers, the wolves respected territory, they weren't going to transform on neutral ground. So as long as the bikers kept the fight inside—they'll be okay.

The first werewolf to make contact with Yang shoves her into the closest car. Luckily she took it well on impact, seeing as he missed her completely. She slacks him in the head with a broken car side-mirror, she then splashed the remainder of her coffee into his eyes, rendering him in pain for the next couple of seconds. Giving her time to deal with the next wolf.

He swings his fist at her. She ducks, using his momentum against him and pushing him into the coffee burned wolf. For good measure she kicks his back and pushes them into the ground with just enough time to react to the third and fourth wolves.

Another one jumped on her back, wrapping her arm around Yang's shoulder while the fourth made his way over with a metal pipe in hand. There was no way she could overpower a werewolf, she had to act quick before they started getting their crap together.

The fourth werewolf in human form slung a metal rod at Yang's head, which she ducked her head beneath. Instead the pipe met with the wolf's face on Yang's back, giving Yang a chance to sling her off. Yang kicks her right leg back into the woman's shin, knocking her off balance and giving Yang leverage to swing her into the wolf with the pipe.

Just as Yang was recovering from those two, the earlier wolves came rushing at her. She didn't have a game plan really. There was no way Yang could fight four werewolves, let alone one. No human could overpower a werewolf of any kind. But her goal wasn't to overpower them. She just needed to buy time until Weiss could pass her the revolver.

As another wolf charged at her, Yang prepared to embrace the nastiest tackle she'll ever be given since encountering that one demon who used a bodybuilder as a vessel.

She waited for impact, but never felt it. Her senses zoned in to realize Weiss shot the charging wolf.

"You can aim?!" Yang asks incredulous. She wasn't trying to insult her friend. It's just Weiss Schnee never shot a gun before, not that Yang knows of. "Wait, you could've shot me!"

Weiss makes an annoyed expression, when does she not…

"That's highly, highly unlikely! You have the rabbit's foot you dolt—the bullet wouldn't even hit you if you tried to shoot yourself!" Weiss shouted as she tried to shoot another wolf, but missed. Yang jumped atop a car and made her way towards Weiss.

"Pass me the gun and start the car—YOU DOLT!" Yang mocks once more that day.

Weiss obeys. Her throw was a little off, but the gun finds its way to Yang's hands quick enough for Weiss to start the car. She looked at the controls only to realize the car was stick shift. "Yang I can't drive stick," she told her friend as Yang slung herself into the passenger seat guns blazing having shot the closest werewolf in the head.

The silver bullets were in complete effect. Using silver bullets against werewolves was hunting basics 101. Silver and incapacitation was the main ways to kill a werewolf. A couple other weapons could render their deaths, but those weapons tend to be weapons of the highest entities.

The entire time Yang had a hunter's gun named the Colt in her side pocket in the case she had to use it. The Colt could kill anything. But creating the bullets for it was costly and extremely difficult. She only had eight bullets, six in the chamber. It was a gift from her mother before she left five years ago.

"Can you do anything useful?!"

"Don't yell at me! Give me the gun I'll shoot, you drive." Weiss suggests as Yang crawls over her and swaps spots with her.

"Like hell I'd do that—silver bullets are expensive, you're just gonna miss anyways." Yang pushes the car into reverse.

Weiss utters something about ten and two and having two hands on the wheel, but most of it is useless jargon in Yang's head. Not listening to her partner, Weiss grabs the gun from Yang's hands.

"Weiss—"

Yang is cut off by Weiss shooting like she's from the goddamn West. The ice queen was practically standing in Yang's 1967 Impala. Not to mention they were actually in the West…

Maybe it was Yang's horrific driving in addition to the bumpy roads, but Weiss missed all of her targets. Hitting one of the wolves' in the foot at best. Effectively wasting all remaining bullets. Not to mention the additional ten werewolves walking out of the diner. Which made a grand total of thirteen werewolves in their human forms.

"You idiot you wasted all of the bullets and now there's even more of them!" Yang shouts over the windy breeze that came with her car set in convertible mode. "How do you even miss at this range—what do you not learn how to shoot at wizardry school or some shit!?"

Weiss glares at Yang and points at the scene behind them. Yang glances in her rear mirror to find a destruction of electrical lines along with their tree post counterparts falling along the road. It was like someone yelled timber and all the utility poles decided to create multiple road blocks between the wolves and them.

Yang for the first time that day looked genuinely surprised. "How'd you manage that?"

To that, her friend sat back down, opening her glove compartment to find an extra pair of shades to block the morning sun. She then opened her hand to prove a point.

Yang laughed hard. One reason was because Weiss was just as crazy as her, the second reason was Weiss Schnee would need all the luck in the world to pull off this crap. She snuck off the rabbit's foot from around Yang's neck without her noticing. Dangling it as proof.

"Lucky shot."

"Weiss Schnee did you just—"

"Shut it Xiao Long."

A/N: Sooo this is just a prologue to set the background a little. The supernatural world is a lot to take in so I tried to make it a little more understandable before we jump into the first chapter. Chapters will usually range from 5k-8k in words. This one was pretty short, sorry about that. Please R/R because like I said, I'm not confident if anyone wants to even read this AU. Thanks :)