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Amy.

I'm Amy. I'm the eldest of two and have a normal family. There's me, my mom, my dad and my brother, Jake. Although I act like any normal teenage girl, there has always been something inside of me that seeks adventure. I want the thrill of the fight and the independence to choose which of them to take… I may be only 15, but I know more about what I want than most grownups. I want a partner that will help me fore fill my dreams. Senior school never really liked me. I found that I was alone for most of it, no matter how many friends I had, they never seemed to understand me. So at school, I was known as some sort of super bitch. The real me was only reflected into my art. I draw like there's no tomorrow and people seem to be impressed by my work. I love my art; it's the one thing that no one has control over; its mine and no one can take it away from me. You see, I thought that if no one knew the real me, then no one could truly hate me. Towards the end of school, I met a few 'real' friends. Only a few people saw the real me. One left before the final year had started, but the other still remains a strong part of my life. Hannah. She understands me and aims for the same goals as me…

Hannah.

I am a normal girl, who lives in a normal house with a normal family. I live a completely normal life. I am not special and not vital to anyone. I have always had to deal for second best as someone else always reaches first place before me. There was only ever one person that cared about how I felt and that was Amy. We were best friends but should have been born sisters. We only had each other to care for. That was until we met them. The Winchesters. The happiest day of our life was when we met them. The saddest day of our life is yet to come. Our lives have changed for the better, full of danger and excitement. This is what I want to have a life worth living. And nothing can take that away from me.

Amy.

I guess our story begins on where we met our men… You see it all started when I was annoyed with my parents. It was always happening, it was nothing new, just parents not understanding my boring life. I started quickly walking down the street towards the petrol station and not concentrating didn't see the car in front of me. The second I saw it about to hit me, I was whisked away by someone. I couldn't see my hero's face as my eyes were screwed up in terror. When I opened them and looked up I saw the most beautiful face ever. I know, it's strange to call a man beautiful, but there is no other way to explain his gorgeous looks. He was perfect. He had a sort of olive coloured skin, with amazing green eyes, and an almost moody, yet sexy pout. From that second I was in love. He lowered me down and still in absolute amazement and shock, all I could do was stare and smile at him. I managed to thank him but that was about all. He got into the most amazing car; it was a big BMW X5. There was nothing about my hero that I didn't like, apart from the fact that I knew nothing about him apart form his looks and his car. Days passed without seeing him, but I couldn't shut up about him. Hannah saw my sketches; she didn't recognise the man I drew so much. The more I drew him, the more life-like they became. A week had passed and my hero was no where to be seen, until the following Saturday, when me and Hannah were walking to my house. I think he saw me before I saw him. Hannah nudged me and pointed to a taller man, with longer hair. She commented on how nice she thought he was, I chuckled and said "sure." But when I properly looked in his direction, I noticed my hero was with him. He looked even better than I remembered. Without a thought I ran towards him, and did the most impulsive action I think I have ever made. I kissed him.

Hannah.

Amy had been going on for days about her mystery man, her superhero. She had become so obsessed with this guy she was even sketching him, and I had to admit he was cute. We sat in her room and she would go on for hours about the fact that she would be dead if it wasn't for him. She took me out nearly everyday to the spot where she met him, but he was never there. I told Amy to give up we were probably never going to see him again anyway, I was wrong.

The next Saturday we went out for a stroll to get away from our families for a bit when I saw 2 guys across the street. One was really tall and muscular and the other was shorter with a cute face. A familiar cute face. Not someone that I had met before but someone that I had seen. I nudged Amy and pointed them out. She looked across the street for about 2 seconds then bolted towards the two figures. She swung her arms around the shorter ones neck and kissed him. Not just a peck either.

I raced across the street after her and tripped on the kerb when I reached them. Straight on my face scraping my knees, very lady like. I looked at my torn jeans and bleeding hands. I leant on my elbows to lever myself of my ass, when a pair of large arms grasped my waist and pulled me up.

"Are you OK?!" said a musky voice. I didn't like being fussed over so I replied, quite rudely,
"Yes I'm fine!" I brushed myself down and turned to face the person who had grovelled me.

I looked up and saw the most beautiful eyes on the fittest body I had ever seen. He was gorgeous and I had had a go at him. 'Well done Hannah' I thought to myself. Then I began to babble;

"Listen I didn't need to snap at you but I did and I'm sorry. It's just I'm not used to people helping me. I'm very independent and I don't need lame guys helping me off the floor. Not that your lame, you're actually cute and strong. I wasn't meant to say that. I...I..."

I was cut off by the hot guy planting a soft passionate kiss on my lips.

"My name's Callum by the way."

Amy.

They were brothers. Jamie and Callum. Callum, despite being the youngest was the tallest and probably had the most muscle. Jamie was definitely the boss, he was a lot harsher speaking than Callum, but that's what kind of attracted me to him. He had a sexy temper. Although Callum wasn't ugly, Jamie was the nicest looking in the face. Callum was shy in comparison to Jamie but he had a more gentle temperament. Jamie was very much a funny person, if there was a joke to be made; he was the one to crack it.

So, having met our men, our lives were uplifted. I woke up excited each and everyday. Of course both Hannah and I were meeting them against our parents' wishes. For them, it wasn't just the fact that they were older, it was that they were a lot older. To me and Hannah the age gap didn't matter, they made us happy and we always felt safe with them. At first they said they were mechanics, but we soon figured out the only cars they knew about were their own. Hannah and I discussed talking to them about it, but we could never quite find the words…

About 6 months into our relationship, all four of us were driving along and I found a badge. I was shocked to find that this badge had Jamie's face on it but some strange unpronounceable name on it. The badge was also an FBI badge. I showed Hannah, and her draw dropped. All of a sudden I no longer felt safe with them. "STOP! Stop the car now!" I repeated and hit the back of Jamie seat. He didn't understand what was going on, but pulled over anyway. I held the mysterious badge up to his face. "So the reason you pretended to be mechanics was because you are actually a scam-man? Great! Maybe my parents were right about you. You're just no good for me." I threw the badge in the air and walked in the opposite direction. I was so angry, this day had started so good, and then they ruined it.

Hannah.

So the fantasy romance began to turn into a scummy nightmare. Amy gave Jamie verbal abuse as I sat back and looked at Callum. He always was the more timid of the two and I wore the trousers in this relationship. Therefore, I knew that if I asked for the truth he would give it to me. This time he didn't he consulted his brother. His brother said that we had the right to know. They were conmen and committed fraud and credit card scams for a living. Amy and I just stared for a few moments whilst taking in the information we had just discovered. We knew that we could trust them. We knew we could rely on them. Our families and prejudice couldn't break us up, so neither would this. It was just a little slip up.

Amy and Jamie both liked to be in control that caused arguments between them, but they loved to make up at the end of it. Unfortunately, Callum never really had the guts to stand up to me if I made in a bad decision. He would comfort me after I messed up or tell me that I'll make a better decision next time, but would never put his foot down. That's how we liked our relationship. I didn't walk over Callum or take advantage, I couldn't physically do that. If ever I started one of my famous moaning rants he would just scoop me up into his muscled arms kiss me and put me down. Then he'd leave me standing there as he walks off smiling.

Amy.

After a long week of ignoring phone calls and text messages, I finally realised I missed him. I knew he wouldn't come to my house as my dad would have probably skinned him alive! But now and again I would have a text that read "I'm on the corner PLEASE come."
I was blinded by my emotions and so decided to delete each and every text. Of course, Hannah had spoken to Callum. He is far too innocent to have been behind all this lying; even I could see that this was down to Jamie. She didn't ever tell me what Callum's explanation was and what he had said but she did insist on getting me to talk to Jamie. I felt as though he needed to apologise, but without being in contact with him, I hadn't gave him a chance to. I felt like his grovelling wasn't enough, like in someway he didn't mean it. Hannah soon told me I was being stupid and that she wasn't going to talk to me when I was being like that. After spending the rest of the week without my best friend and without the boys, I really did feel lonely. I suddenly woke up and realised that I couldn't go on living like some sort of sour-faced cow. I was only cutting of my nose to spite my face. As always at 10.30 Jamie rang. Instead of my usual rejection, I answered it.

"Amy, I think we need to ta-…"

I soon interrupted. "Talk? Yeah I think so too. But Jamie, its not that you are into some sort of illegal scamming, it's that you lied to me. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you even want to be with me?"

"I can't believe after all those phone calls and messages that you have to ask me that! Amy, I don't do soppy, chick-flick moments, you know that. Look, the only question is, do you trust me?"

I hesitated before answering "... Yes"

We talked – a lot! Finally, it was over and we had found out a lot about the reason for the secrecy. They're hunters. And although at first I couldn't get my head around it, they're hunters of supernatural things. You see many cases are marked as 'unsolved' by the police, when in fact it's just something the police don't know about. I always believed in spirits and ghosts… Hell, I went to a spiritualist church! But now, this seemed so much better, I felt like part of the action. I know Hannah would agree, our men have the coolest jobs!

Hannah has always said that Jamie and I are too stubborn. She said the day we stop arguing, is the day one of us dies. Although it can get pretty emotional, I kind of enjoy our arguments. It's the more passionate side of our relationship, where we shout, swear and scream before a great big hug and kiss after. Well, when Hannah was still 15 it was great. But as soon as she had turned 16, 6 months before me, things had started to become rough. The arguing wouldn't stop as the same thing would end our conversations, sex. To me, although it's about love, it's also about legal. As soon as Hannah was legal, her and Callum had began exploring that side of their relationship, which to me, wasn't a problem, until Jamie started using it against me, like I wasn't doing everything I was meant to…

The arguments came to a head one night when my parents had gone away. They had gone to a wedding and so having a free house for the weekend, I asked Jamie to stay with me. I had told him in advance that it wasn't an invite to my bedroom. I made it quite clear it was purely living together for a few days. He agreed and came over as soon as my parents were out of sight. The day was fine, we watched a bit of sport and then some mystery programme which Jamie couldn't stop laughing at. He said that if they wanted to see some real supernatural happenings then they should follow him on one of his jobs. We laughed it off and as it was coming to late evening, I said I wanted to get changed… I went upstairs and left him in the kitchen. I looked in my draw, I didn't want to wear the woolly, thick pyjamas, but was scared in case the shorter pieces would encourage him. I stuck with my vest top and thick trousers, and as I was folding my clothes into the wash basket, I was startled. From behind me, Jamie had pulled my by my waist into his arms… I gasped with fright at first but with his head resting on my shoulder and a cheeky grin on his face, I was soon chuckling. He sat on the bed and whilst holding my hand, he pulled me on his lap. It felt natural – I wasn't worried about him anymore. He kissed me and whilst in a romantically entangled moment, he lay back with me still kissing him. I sprung up and sat down next to him. All of a sudden I was very aware of the seductive behaviour and wasn't sure what I should do or say… He sat back up and began to kiss me again, but this time still sitting up, next to me. He leant into me softly; I almost didn't feel his hand around my waist. He started to slide his hand further up, pulling my top with it. I pushed his shoulder and I was released. He stood up with his hands on his head walking around. He was huffing and sighing. I could tell he was mad, but I was unsure of what I should say.

I broke the silence with a nervous judder, "I...I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

I started to explain myself… "Yeah, I do want to make you happy. I want to be in that sort of relationship with you, but-…"

"But what? Huh? Oh Yeah, you want to wait until your 16."

I suddenly felt like a child. A child who was being questioned why they had done something they shouldn't. And although I wanted to shout at him for not understanding why I felt so passionately about this, I sat with my knees in chest as I always did. I began to cry.

"Oh, for-" He stopped himself from cursing at me for crying. "I didn't mean to. Ughh, why not just do it now? It's not that long away. I need something more."

I sat up, and whilst looking upwards to try my best to stop the tears I suddenly spoke. "I don't want this now. You shouldn't need any other explanation. I should be enough. You should support me and say, 'its okay, it's alright I understand. I can wait. You're enough for Me.' but if you need something more then maybe you need to re-think us then."

"But Callum –"

I angrily shouted out "Do I care what they do? Am I as old as Hannah? No! She wanted to wait, and he understood." But realised how childish I had sounded after.

"It's not that I don't understand- it's just I need something Amy. Maybe it's you who doesn't understand…"

"Well maybe you should go and find someone who understands" I took a break and as he hadn't replied I added "maybe she can give you what you need, because right now, I'm not in the position to."

Before I knew anything else, he had left, slamming the doors behind him. I sat and cried. All I could do was weep and when I phoned Hannah to cry to her, she couldn't understand me through my sobbing.

Once I had calmed down I phoned her back and arranged for her to come over and watch a DVD. Although I had lied to her and told her that Jamie was with friends and that I was scared, which was the reason I was crying... I needed someone here; I couldn't sit crying, alone…