Preternatural:
A Supernatural Story

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wish I did.

Chapter 1: Guys in Bars, Demons, and Cars

The demon charged. "Danni-" Block, punch, duck. "This isn't-" Elizabeth Claymore kicked up her leg and felt it make contact with the demon's head. It fell back, stumbling enough for Elizabeth's 6-inch silver blade to pierce its heart. She removed the knife as quickly as she stuck it in, some blood splashed on her face and in her hair. "The time." She finished looking at her 15-year-old sister, Danielle. Unfortunately, the job didn't end with a blade, not with this breed. Danielle, with camcorder in hand, came closer as Elizabeth got on her knees and cut open the demon's chest. She yanked out the heart and lite a match. The heart burned to a crisp and the demon was engulfed in flames as well. The body disappeared in a matter of seconds. "Lets go."

"But, Lizzie-"

Lizzie put up a hand to silence the teenager. "I'm tired, I'm coated in green blood, I haven't had a shower in 3 days, and I need a drink, Danni. I don't want to think about seeing Dad, OK? Lets get to the motel." Danni dropped the subject and they went out to their bikes. Lizzie got on her Katana and Danni on her Ninja. With that, the girls drove off towards their motel room. The whole ride over, Lizzie thought about what Danni said. Dad and the boys were gonna be at Pastor Jim's next week. Lizzie hadn't seen her foster father in a year, her foster brothers in nearly 7. Elizabeth and Danielle Claymore were adopted after their mother and father were killed by a demon 12 years ago. Their foster father, John Winchester, took the girls in and helped train Elizabeth to fight them. Kill the bastards that took her mother and her father from her. Danielle was only 3 when their parents were killed. She didn't really remember them. But Elizabeth did. She was 7, and could still remember how their mother smelled and how their father loved to listen to AC/DC in the mornings. She loved John, she called him 'Dad', but she never let go completely of her real parents. John understood, he had lost his wife to the monsters, but his eldest son, Dean, didn't. He and Lizzie hadn't talked at all in the time that they'd been separated and Lizzie knew that this was Dad, Danni, and Sam's lame ass idea of a reunion for the estranged adults. When they reached the hotel, Lizzie grabbed fresh clothes from her duffel bag and went into the shower. A year ago, Lizzie had had to take care of Danni while Dad chased his tale looking for his wife's killer. The girl was careful to keep her sister from actually fighting. She let Danni use her camcorder to record the battles, as long as she stayed out of the way. Afterwards, Lizzie would go through the tapes and see where her skills needed improvement. Tonight she was lucky, no wounds. The blood was all demonic. When she was clean, Lizzie stepped out of the shower and began to put on her clothes. She wore a pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees, a black crop tee shirt, and a blue flannel overlarge button up. She ran a brush through her hair and gathered her newly stained clothes. She walked out. Danni was watching something on TV and turned it off when she saw Lizzie. Lizzie loaded her old clothes into her other duffel and then put on her black boots. "Are you ready?" She asked her sister.

Danni shrugged. "Sure. Lets go." Danni grabbed her coat and they headed out to the motorcycles. They would take Danni's Ninja, so that Lizzie didn't drive after drinking. They drove to the nearest bar/restaurant and stopped. Danni couldn't help but notice a very nice '67 Impala was parked right next to them. They walked in and grabbed a booth. The bar was smoke filled, full of noises, and it was exactly what Lizzie needed after fighting a 20 ton Churago Demon. The waitress came and they ordered. Danni got a coke and some chicken tenders. Lizzie ordered whiskey with a beer chaser. "You really should eat something, Liz." Danni said.

Lizzie shrugged and thanked the waitress when she handed her the drinks. Didn't anyone card anymore? She drank the shot, then preceded with the beer. When Danni's tenders came, Lizzie needed to work off steam and get some cash. She got up, taking beer with her, and went to the pool table. "20 bucks says that I can sink ever ball at the break." She said, flirting with the tall man setting up the table. He smiled at her and it was enough to make almost any girl weak at the knees. Not Lizzie. She took in his appearance. He was 6', maybe taller. He had dark blond hair, blue eyes, no older than 22, 23. He definitely was a looker. If she flirted enough, she might even get a free beer.

"Deal." He said smirking. Lizzie took the stick from his hand and leaned into him as she lined up the shot. This guy wasn't hating the show. She drew back the stick and struck the ball. And, as if by magic, the balls flew in every direction. Each and everyone sank into a pocket. The man looked at his friend behind Lizzie then looked at her. She jumped up and sat on the edge of the board. Lizzie smiled at him, gloating. He smirked again and looked her in the eye. He pulled out a 20 and handed it to her. She took it and jumped off of the table. He towered over her. She put the 20 in her back pocket and leaned up to the man. She laid a gentle kiss, a mere brushing, on his lips and walked away to where Danni was sitting. Always leave them wanting more. It was a philosophy. Danni just shook her head at her sister's behavior. When the waitress came back, she gave Lizzie another beer. "From the gentleman over at the bar." Was all she said. Lizzie looked at the bar, it was the guy from the pool table. She gave him a flirty look and lifted her beer to him. He smirked and copied her.

"Well?" Danni said. Lizzie looked at her.

"Well what?" She asked.

"I knew you weren't listening. What about Dad?" Danni questioned. Lizzie looked down at her beer.

"You really want to see them? All of them?" She asked. Danni nodded.

"I haven't seen Sam and Dean in nearly as long as you have. Their family, Lizzie. With or without blood." Danni pleaded.

Lizzie sighed and took a sip of her beer. "If its that important to you, then fine. Whatever."

Attention: Ok. I've officially posted this story on here. Please review. Lizzie and Danni are supposed to be like Buffy and Dawn, in case you don't get that. The first two chapters suck, but I'll try to make it better. Again, please review.