AN: This is short chapter I know but it's only introduction. As story goes on, chapters will be longer, promise. And one other thing, don't be lazy to leave a review if you read it.
It was arid, September day. A tall, slender figure was walking through the woods of Pontiac, Illinois. As the figure walked out of the shadows of the trees, it was revealed to be a young woman, in her mid twenties. Her hair was light brown and reached her shoulder blades; her eyes were cobalt blue and her skin slightly pale. She wore dark blue jeans, white camisole and black ankle boots. She held in her hand single white rose and walked gracefully to a poorly marked grave, slowly overgrown in now dry grass. She would do this every week for the past four months but sometimes she felt like she was being watched but could not pinpoint the place she was being watched from. She crouched down and replaced the withered rose with a fresh one and softly cleared the dry grass from the small, wooden cross. On the far end of the dry plain, behind small hill, a man in suit and trench coat, with blue eyes and dark brown hair watched her every move and listened to her every word. He was on his way to the grave when he noticed her coming. Something about her said she was a hunter but other than that, he could not see. He could not see her soul as if somehow she was able to hide it. The woman sighed and pulled a small smile to her lips.
"Hello, handsome, it's me again. Sorry for being tad little late but I had a job back in Dakota." She spoke softly and man watched her as she sat next to the cross and continued.
Humans always confused him but it seemed to him this was the way she was dealing with pain.
"Man, you should have seen the bastard, I exorcised him twice and dude just came back for round three. I had no choice but to send him downstairs. I'm guessing I'm not doing you a favor really but I guess that's life." She shrugged.
"I haven't heard from Sam yet, man he is scaring me. He is not picking up his phone and doesn't want to be found. Not that I'm really pushing but I can't help but to worry. I promise I'll try to knock some sense into him as soon as I find him." She tapped the cross gently and stood up.
"I really miss you Dean and I wish there is something I can do to bring you back. But I can't as I'm not allowed, uncle is not letting me." She placed a kiss upon the cross and sighed.
"'Til next week, handsome." She smiled and walked away.
She walked to her 1970 black Dodge Challenger R/T-SE 440, turned on the engine and drove off to her next gig she found in Beckley, West Virginia.