Hi, I'm new here and this is my first fanfic. I've based it on my 2 favorite show, CSI: Miami and Supernatural. I love the idea of Calleigh as a hunter and I love the idea of Dean/Calleigh together even more. This takes place in the middle of season 5 of miami and season 2 of supernatural. I hope you guys like it :)

Calleigh's POV.

There are alot of annoying things in the world. Parking meters, hangovers, noisy eaters, Paris Hilton, but there is nothing and I mean nothing, more annoying then the sound of an alarm clock. And the fact that I have to hear it almost every morning of my life just makes it a hell of alot worse. So when I got ip this morning, I had to force myself not to throw it against the wall. After I had my morning dose of coffee, I got a shower, got dressed, put my makeup on, and did other girly stuff and headed to the lab. When I got there, Horatio, with his sun glasses in hand, was waiting for me when I got off the elevator.

"Good morning Calleigh." he said with his head tilted to the side.

"Good morning Horatio. What's today's case?" I asked as I tried not to laugh at him

"There's been a double homicide over on Smitt's Street. The victims Anne and Joe Walsh both had there throats slit. The neighbor called it in when he went over to the house to give Joe back his water hose. I was just about to head over to the house. Would you like to join me?" he replied.

"Sure thing boss. Let me just go and get my kit and I'll meet you down there." I said,

He shook his head ok and headed down to the garage while I went and got my kit out of the locker room. It took us about 15 minutes to get to the house. The house was an old 2 story with faded blue walls and white windows and a white door whose paint was chipping off. The wooden steps creaked under pressure as we walked onto the porch. A not so good sensation filled my stomach as we got to the door. A wave of horribly disgusting smells almost knocked me over when we entered the house. Out of all the smells that filled my nose, one imparticularly stood out from the rest. A smell that brought back memories of black eyes and black smoke. A smell that brought out my hunter instincts immediately. Sulfur. We walked down the long hallway and into the living room where Alex was examining the bodies. I heard Horatio and her start to talk, but my attention was drawn to the window where a pile of yellow dust was sitting there. Once again, sulfur. I knew from that moment that this wasn't gonna be just another normal case of humans killing humans, but supernatural evil killing humans. I hadn't had any sort of involvement with the supernatural since I left Lousiana. Yeah I've had a few hunters call me every now and then asking for some knowledge about a case they were working on, but I never had to fight with it. The Duquesne family has been hunting the supernatural since the early days of the indians fighting the cowboys. I was born and raised to fight these evil sons of bitches. That's how I got so interested in working with guns. At an early age I decided that not only did I want to fight supernatural evil but human evil too. But when I moved to Miami, I knew there was gonna be less supernatural evil because it's so bright and warm here. I was actually looking forward to it, but I knew some day or another, I was gonna cross paths with this kind of evil, and today was that day. I knew I couldn't do it by myself though. I admit I'm rusty and I could get killed faster than I could call out for mama's name. So I decied right then and there that I was gonna need some help.

Dean's POV.

"All I'm saying is that, you know, it's nice to take a break for a little while." I said to Sam as I leaned back against Bobby's couch with a beer in my hand. Sam was fusing about how we should be out on the road looking for the yellow-eyed demon instead of being here at Bobby's.

"Dean, don't you want to find this thing! I mean not only did he kill mom and Jess but now Dad too!" Sam yelled.

"Look Sam. There have been no signs of the thing, no cattle mutilations, no electrical storms no nothing! So apperently he's lying low for a while. So if we have nothing to go on, there's nothing really to look for is there?!" I yelled back. He didn't say anything. He just kind of shook his head ok.

"Ok then. So if we have no leads and no other cases to work on, then let's just take a break for a while." I said and then took a sip of my beer.

"Now you do." Bobby said as he walked into the living room.

"What?" Sam asked with confusion.

"I just got a call from Calleigh Duquesne from down in Miami. She's working on a case that she thinks has demons involved and she doesn't want to risk handling it herself."

I jumped up and said, "Wait wait? Calleigh Duquesne? As in the daughter of Duke Duquesne?"

"That'd be the one." Bobby replied.

"Who are they?" Sam asked.

I laughed and said, "The Duquesne family has been in the hunting business for deacades! I mean they're like the Brangelina of the hunting world! And Calleigh is supposed one of the best experts of voodoo and hoodoo and everything doo!"

"She also knows her way around any type of gun." Bobby added in.

"And she needs our help?" Sam asked.

"Calleigh's been in Miami for a long time now and well Miami isn't the kind of place that the supernatural flocks to, so she's rusty. And she's also smart enough to know that when your dealing with a demon, you don't go in by yourself. I can't say the same for you 2 idgits." Bobby said.

I grabbed my leather jacket off the couch and put it on. "Ok then. Let's hit the road."

Bobby handed me a piece of paper and said, "Here's her adress and her phone number. Don't lose it!"

"Okie Dokie Bobby." I said as I headed towards the door with Sam directly behind me.

"And Dean!" Bobby yelled. I turned around and said, "What?"

He paused and said, "Don't do anything to hurt that girl now. I'll hunt you down myself and kill you. You got it?"

I didn't really know what he mean't by that but I said, "Got it." Then me and Sam got in my precise 1967 Chevy Impala and headed to Miami.

Calleigh's POV.

I was on my way to the locker room of the Lab when my phone starting ringing. I looked at the number that was calling and smiled and answered the phone.

"Hey Bobby!" I said with a smile.

"Hey Calleigh. How you doin?" Bobby asked.

"I'm doing good. How about you?" i asked.

"I'm as good as it gets. Have you gotten anywhere on the case yet?" he said.

"Nope. I don't get how a young couple like this could get involved with a demon." I said the last part softly so nobody would hear.

"Don't know Cal. But that's why I'm calling you. I'm sending thw Winchesters your way to help you out."

I stood in shock for a moment and then ran to the locker room. "Wait! Did you say the Winchesters? Thee Winchesters?!" I silently yelled.

"Yep. Gease Calleigh, you sound almost as excited to meet them as they were about seeing you?" he said.

I smiled and said, "They are excited to meet me?"

"Yeah. It's like the Hiltons meeting the Trumps of the hunting business." he replied

I laughed and said, "Wow. I didn't realize that we were that well known."

"Apparently they didn't know that they were very well know either." he said with a chuckle.

Then I heard the sound of someone coming into the locker room.

"Listen Bobby I gotta go, but when you talk to them again, can you please tell them to meet me at the Boathouse. It's a small bar a couple streets from my house. Tell them I'll meet them there at 7 a clock when they get here." I asked him.

"Sure thing Cal." he replied.

"Thank you Bobby Singer, your the best." I said and then said goodbyes and hung up. I looked around to make sure nobody had heared me. When I saw nobody there, I sighed with relief and got my stuff out of my locker.

A couple days after that call, I got another call saying that the Winchester boys were in town and that they would meet me at the Boathouse. I went home from work and immediately went looking for something to wear. I chose and pair of form fitting dark, blue jeans and a brown tank top and a jean jacket over top with brown boots. I let my hair down in curls and went for a sweet but sexy look for my makeup. I have to admit I was kind of nervous at meeting these boys. I had heard so many things about how good there were at hunting and especially about how good looking they were. By the time 7 a clock came around, I was entering the small, bikered filled bar with smoke in the air and AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" playing on the jukebox. I scanned the room for anybody who might stand out among the crowd. Then my eyes landed on two guys in the back. One of them with shaggy, dark brown hair and a tan jacket, was sitting in a chair at a table, while the other one with short brown hair and a brown leather jacket was leaning against the wall scanning the room. My breath caught in my throat as this man's emerald green eyes connected with my blue-green eyes. I knew then that these two guys were the Winchesters.