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A/N: Jordan: Hey peoples! So! NEW STORY!! We're still gonna write Endurance, but this idea just got in my head and I wanted to write it… 'Nuff said! XD
Me: Amen to that. -lol-
Jordan: Remember, ladies and gents, review are like HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS!
Me: Wow… You are so addicted…
Jordan: Yup! -crunch-
Me: And yeah… I kind of have strep and I've had a fever all day… the highest point of which was almost 104… so any blatant randomness should be blamed on that, mkay? Mkay.
Chapter One – Demon on the Rise
Stairway to Heaven blasted from the speakers of a red 1959 Chevy Impala. A girl of sixteen lay under the car, and presently she was yelling, "Lyn!"
"Yeah, Jordan?" answered the nineteen-year-old with a long, dark brown braid as she brushed back a loose strand of hair that had been sticking to her forehead.
"My back hurts," Jordan complained, then pulled herself out from under the car and brushed her jeans off. "Just thought I would tell you."
She smirked and turned the music down. Jordan was an average teenager. Well, except for the fact that she was a hunter who loved mullet rock and knew how to fix cars. She was currently wearing a black Led Zeppelin tour shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans with combat boots.
"Oh, yeah, I definitely needed to know that," Lyn muttered, rolling her black-flecked green eyes. "Especially considering I have yet to regain full mobility in my neck from having strep last week… Which I blame you for, just because…"
"Whatever…"
Jordan grabbed a soda from the cooler in the back seat of her car. After opening it and taking a long sip, she leaned against her car. There was a few seconds of silence, and then she said, "Come on, let's haul ass. We gotta get to a motel. I really don't wanna sleep in my car again. Love her to death, but she's not the most comfortable place to sleep."
"You really gotta learn to function on less sleep, y'know," Lyn advised, heaving a sigh before wincing and cracking her neck. "And I've really gotta learn to refuse to go on hunts while I'm still getting over strep… Which I definitely blame you for…"
Jordan rolled her gold-specked brown eyes and, while getting ready to leave, asked, "Oh, come on! How is it my fault!?"
"I dunno how my getting strep is your fault," Lyn admitted, "but it's definitely your fault that I'm here. I mean, I threw a shoe at Jay for asking the same thing when I was getting over the flu last year… I should definitely kick you or something…"
Jordan just laughed and got into her car. "Let's just get going. I'm tired and I really wanna get this job done so we can have a little R and R time."
"R and R for you, maybe," Lyn said with a sigh as she all but collapsed into the passenger seat. "I'm still stressing over that calculus final… Why I had to get strep on the week I had three finals…"
"You'll do great on the final. Like you always do. 'Cause you're a geek." Jordan grinned at her and stepped on the gas pedal, speeding off to the nearest motel.
Lyn just shrugged, closed her eyes against the light, and murmured, "Who wants to be cool when geeks rule the world…?"
"Dude! That was Bobby!" Dean yelled at Sam through the bathroom door. "He says there's word of a new demon – more powerful than anything we've ever seen. He wants us to find it!"
Sam came out, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Okay… Did he give us any leads? Anybody who might know where to find it?"
"Yup… He's been tracking it for a while now. It's heading to Duluth, Minnesota."
"And that's supposed to help us how?" Sam asked exasperatedly. "I mean, there are a lot of people in Duluth, Dean."
"He said that one of his informants told him the car it's driving," Dean said with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Okay… Just let me get dressed. I'll meet you at the car."
Dean grabbed his duffel and walked out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him. Sam sighed and grabbed his clothes.