Highly Dangerous

By:

Emmeline's Embers and DeeDee's Box

WE DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL.

This is a shared effort with my beloved friend, DeeDee's Box. We've been best friends since childhood and we're finally working together! It is our sincerest hope that you enjoy this story, and please let us know what you think in a review so that we can continue to improve.

Synopsis:

Two female huntresses have a bond thicker than blood and, together, they're highly dangerous. Between stealing cars, hunting things, and fighting with each other, Genie Aspen and Laney Johnson are almost dead on a weekly basis...But that's the job, right? Genie's hunting because of her father and Laney...Well, Laney's just crazy. These girl's make a name for themselves and capture a lot of attention, even from the infamous Winchester bothers with whom they will form a friendship with so deep that it can withstand Hell and high waters.


Sunlight poured over the road in waves, the heat and humidity deadly. Sweat dripped off the faces of the two women walking along the middle of the empty highway.

Over their shoulders were backpacks filled to the brim with assorted weapons to combat everything from the supernatural realm, be it guns, knives, holy water, or dead man's blood.

If it went bump in the night, these women could kill it.

That is, if they didn't kill each other.

"I cannot believe you blew up the car!" The short, brunette woman fumed. "And in the middle of the desert! Who are we supposed to call, Laney? Hunter AARP?" The women once again adjusted the pack's straps over her shoulders.

"What do you want me to say, Genesis?" Laney stomped along ahead of her companion, her stride longer due to their height difference of over a foot. "I said I was sorry. Next time I'll steal us a car in better condition."

Genie threw up her arms in utter frustration, stopping completely in her angry walk and falling even more behind. "You don't even understand why I'm mad. Wow." Her arms finally came down when she moved to cover her eyes with her hands. "You are one of the frustrating human beings I've ever met."

"Hey!" Laney threw over her shoulder, her own hands holding her backpack straps where they met her skin. "That is not fair! We've met a lot of people more annoying than me!" The blonde knew what her friend was angry over. It was the thoughtlessness that kept getting them in these situations.

Genie was mad that they weren't evolving. Their relationship wasn't complex. Genie was logical, always ten steps ahead of the monsters that hunted but she also, at her core, was a people person. She understood and empathized with the inner good that was humanity and made a conscious effort to be kind, considerate.

Laney was crass. She didn't think about how the things she said affected people. She was headstrong and action and muscle. But their relationship was simple. Genie planned, Laney blew things up. That, of course, isn't to say Genie couldn't pack a punch.

At five foot tall, Genie appeared sweet, innocent. And that's how she got you. Her size hid her cunning eyes from your attention, distracted you from the fact that she took the necessary steps to defend herself.

Born to a family of hunters, Genesis "Genie" Aspen learned from a young age to use another person's weight against them. And what she lacked in strength, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

The two women couldn't be more opposite. A major factor in Laney's life was her appearance, as well. She stood like an unmovable brick house at an even six foot tall. Her strong facial features and athletic build proved a strong deterrent to anyone who dared pick a fight, and the cloud of angry brevity she carried on her shoulders like a weight backed her up.

When Laney said something to offend you, she was just being honest. Whereas Genie said things that cut deep, because she could read people and pick out their insecurities easily. Laney stabbed you, Genie twisted the blade.

However, the true core of their relationship….why it had worked so well, was because Genie and Laney loved and protected each other against all odds. They weren't blood sisters; they were sisters in the blood. Hunting blood.

The hunting world was evolving, and Genie knew their bond had to as well. There was something stirring deep in the depths of hell. Demons were everywhere, ghost more powerful, vampires more blood thirsty.

Genie couldn't be the only one to protect Laney. She needed Laney to think about the consciences of actions, actually think.

It frustrated the short women to no-end that her closest friend in the world, her partner in crime, could be so protective of her but so reckless with her own safety.

"I can't even talk to you right now, I'm too frustrated." Genie finally started to walk again, quickening her pace so that she blew past the taller woman in a matter of seconds.

"Alright, I-"

Genie turned around, her right hand coming up to point angrily at Laney. "Don't you dare try to placate me! I have every right to be angry at your self destructive behavior."

'Great.' Laney thought. 'She thinks I was going to tell her to calm down.' Where Genie could deal with all people, a master of the human condition, Laney could deal with Genie. And she knew telling the short, fire-ball of a woman to "calm down" was the absolute worst thing one could do. "I was not going to tell you to do anything. You are a grown woman. You can feel however you want."

"Then, please," Genie took a calming breath to stop herself from forming a stress ulcer. "What could you possibly say to make this better? Because I can't keep stopping you from hurting yourself, Laney. And you can't be hurt or gone because I don't know what I would do without you." Her brown eyes, the ones that were usually so bright and sparkling and beautiful filled with tears. "You're my rock, you jerk."

Laney said nothing, just slowly walked to where her friend was standing and held out her pinky finger. It was their thing, their gesture of love and apologies and loyalty, and everything that made them so close. She wanted to ask Genie if she was "okay" but that would be a dumb question. Of course she wasn't "okay", she was upset.

But she would get over that hurt and the anger and Laney would be waiting to see that new horizon a changed person, an effort made to never make Genie hurt over something she did again. So they walked, Genie slowly righting her emotions and Laney concentrating on how to right her wrong.

"Beep! Beep!"

It was the sound they'd longed to hear. Two long hours of walking had passed and, though they were nowhere near any civilization, they had two services bars on each of their cell phones. "Laney, call your brother, I'm going to call Ellen and Bobby. Find out who's closest." Genie barked the order out and stated clicking away on her phone.

"Hello?" The voice rang clearly in Laney's ear. It was her elder brother. "Harper! Where are you?"

"Delaney! Hey, Punk!" Harper's voice was, as always, entirely too loud. He was a hunter, too, though the only other member of her family to hunt. "I'm just finishing a hunt in Vegas, thinking about hitting the town." She breathed a sigh of relief. If her older brother was in Vegas, he was only an hour away, much closer than Ellen's Nebraska or Bobby's South Dakota. "You're going to have to hit the town later, Bro. I need you to come pick me and Genie up. We're about an hour's drive out from you on the main road."

Laney looked up from her feet to meet Genie's gaze. "He's in Vegas," she mouthed. Had she'd have been hydrated, she would've laughed at her friend's dramatic exclamation of "Thank God!"

"What'd you get yourself into now?"

"Nothing your dumbass hasn't been in before," she snapped. "Just start driving. And bring some water!"

As Harper went to hang up, Genie grabbed the device out of her best friend's hand and yelled into the speaker, "And Cheetos!"

"I am so glad to see you, Harper! God," Genie climbed into the back of Harper's tall truck, finally coming to lay face down on leather. "Am I glad to see you."

Laney closed the back door and climbed into the passenger side front seat. "She's right, thank you." Her words barely escaped her mouth before she uncapped a bottled water and began to down it as if she were on fire. "Gen, water." Speaking hurt, her throat burned.

Genie's hand came up between the console, grabbing at air until Harper took the hint and placed the ice cold, perspiring bottle in her fingers. "How long have you guys been out here?"

"Hours!" Laney placed her sun burnt, dirt covered face next to the air conditioning vent. "A cross-roads demon got a little feisty, so I blew her up."

"And our car!" Genie pushed herself up so she could sit and take long gulps of water. She was still slightly upset with Laney but was less so now that she was, literally, able to "cool down".

"Hurry up... I'm dying." Laney groaned as she looked around the small eating establishment.

"Come on...It's three o'clock in the morning. Have a little patience." Harper said giving his younger sister a stern gaze. Genesis smirked at her partner's impatience as she tapped her nails against the table's laminated surface. A nervous habit of hers. "Maybe they forgot?" Genesis strained her neck in hopes of catching a glance of the kitchen staff.

Laney tapped her leg in irritation as the rumbling in her stomach grew to an unbearable level. "Seriously?" Laney blurted out in an irritated tone, making her way to her feet. "What the Hell?" She complained as she made her way to the front of the diner, fists balled as her feet seemed to move faster than normal. Genesis took a sharp breathe in as Laney stood. "Umm," she said at the same time that Harper called out Laney's name.

The lights then began to flicker the moment the other two made their stand. "Laney, duck!" Genie called out when her hazel orbs took in the sight of all the appliances beginning to shake. Laney gasped, throwing herself to the ground to avoid the chef's knife that flew towards her face. Fear grew in the pit of Genie's stomach as more objects began to slam to the walls of the diner. Harper and Genesis were soon on their knees and seeking cover, the lights continuing to flicker on and off until the bulbs burst.

"Let's get out of here!" Harper yelled, beginning to crawl his way to the door. Genie and Laney locked eyes, the two having a silent conversation on which was the correct action to take. Leave or stay, and find the cause of this haunting. The girls gave a nod and with one swift motion Genesis slid a food tray across the floor.

As soon as that tray reached Laney's fingertips, she hauled her tall body to her feet and began batting objects out of the way. "Genie, go!" Laney called out as adrenaline rushed through her.

Genesis took her cue to run to the back door, sliding over a rather unsteady table and into the kitchen. Laney kept swinging until the tray that was in her hand split in to two jagged parts. Laney cursed, ducking from an incoming coffee carafe. Her fingers grabbed the previous pot that she had swatted like a fly, and the swatting match began again.

Genesis slammed her body into the backdoor, her fingers were shaking to the point where it was difficult for her to get a grip on the door handle. Genesis let out a sigh of relief as she managed to slam the rear door of the diner open. Her feet were hitting the pavement immediately, making her way to the truck that Harper already had cranked and was digging through his stash of weaponry, examining each before tossing them aside. Genesis didn't say a word to him, marching straight to the truck and to begin loading salt rounds into a twenty gauge shot gun.

Laney groaned, finding herself being pushed in to a corner. Her heavy breathing seemed to freeze the moment it left her body. Suddenly, all the flying objects dropped to the ground and an eerie silence rang in the young hunter's ears. Laney lowers the pot in her hand slowly as she began to look around.

There was little time to think as a ghostly hand grasped out and clutched Laney's throat.

The ghostly figure grunted with anger as she began to howl. "You killed him!" the ghost shrieked. Laney began to struggle against her haunted grasp. "You killed him!" The ghost shrieked even louder only to disappear as the sound of gunshots. Laney's hands went to her throat as she tried to control her heavy breathing.

Genesis stood with the barrel of the shot gun still pointed up, "You okay?" She asked breathless. Laney nodded as she kicked the fallen debris to the side and made her way out of the building.

As the car came to a screeching halt, the two ladies climbed their way out of the car and into the lot of a cheap motel. The car ride had been silent, the weight of their ambush weighing heavily on her shoulders. "See you," Laney said to Harper as she opened the door to the giant truck and climbed out.

Laney rubbed her neck as Genesis put the key into the lock of their motel room. Once the door was closed, Genesis knew that she was about to ask Laney a dumb question but she honestly could not think of anything else to ask. "Are you okay?" Genesis asked as she placed her back pack on the floor next to her bed.

Laney look a deep breath. "Yeah," she said shortly.

"Laney." Genesis said as she stood and crossed her arms. She knew it probably was not the best to pry, but she had to know what happened. "What happened?"

Laney took another deep breath as she suppressed a groan. "It was just another ghost," She said, trying to skip past the part where Genesis attempts to read into the meaning of the apparition's words. "What did it mean?" Genesis asked tilting her head to the side, watching Laney run a finger through her blonde hair. "I don't want to talk about it." Laney said as she threw herself onto the bed.

Genesis took a deep breath and looked to the side. Normally Genesis would argue and push how bad it is for someone to keep emotions inside, especially with the job that they had. Genesis shook her head, deciding this would be a better conversation when she was not as exhausted.

That night the two women lay looking at the ceiling. Daylight would come soon and neither of the women had gotten any sleep. This was not unusual though, there were only a few nights where at least one of the girls were blessed with this thing called sleep.

There were many nights where each of the women sat staring at the ceiling, each facing their own personal demons long after the hunting was over.

Hunting is a heavy job, one that weighed on life's every aspect when you made the decision, the leap, to be a hunter. It was an all or nothing type of career. And the stakes stayed high.

Your family, your money, your home. You give it all up. So, if you're blessed enough to have a companion on this earth, in this field, that could put up with your eccentricities...you hold onto that person. Tooth and nail. "Laney?"

"What?" The tall blonde whispered out through the darkness, her head turning slightly in her friend's direction but her eyes remained locked on a crack on the ceiling. "I think we left the Cheetos in your brother's car."

Laney covered her face with both hands before she started to giggle manically. "You know he's eating them. I'd bet my car on it."

"You mean the one you," Genie snorted out. "The one you blew up?"

"That wasn't technically my car." Laney threw a pillow in Genie's direction. "And let it go!"

Genie adjusted the hair tie that held her mass of uncombed brown hair on top of her head. "I don't know!" She let out a frustrated sigh, "What did that ghost say to you again?"

Laney stood in front of the mirror, arm moving quickly as she moved her tooth brush over the front of her teeth and trying to nod the still damp hair out of her face. "She said something about me killing some guy," the words were barley understandable through the foam of Colgate forming at her mouth. "Having trouble? I mean, how many people could've died in that one diner?"

Genesis threw her notebook down on the small table in anger. "That stupid diner was made from reclaimed materials from all over, and I do mean everywhere." She leaned back in her chair and ran her slender fingers across her scalp. "Maybe we should just burn down the whole thing," she muttered, half serious.

"I'm game," Laney exclaimed after she spit out the toothpaste. "It'll save us a lot of time and effort. The diner owners will get the insurance money. What's the down side?"

Genesis closed her eyes, arching her back to pop. "I've already been arrested for arson, remember?"

"Hey," Laney spun around, her arms reaching behind her to grip the counter top. "I've helped you escape from a maximum security prison before. You'll be fine."

The diner burned slowly in the back ground as Laney carried a limping Genie quickly away, the sirens blaring in the background. The ghost was definitely gone, but it didn't mean she hadn't put up one hell of a fight before they could spread the salt across the windows and doors and lite the matches.

Laney was still feeling the anger at herself burn a hole in her chest as she helped Genie into the new, shiny car she'd commandeered that morning. Her job was to protect her best friend at all cost. Laney would gladly give up her life if it meant Genie was safe.

She's not sure when she reached that point in her loyalty, but she knew with every ounce of her being that it was true. "Stupid," Laney muttered once the passenger door was firmly shut.

Genesis watched her best friend walk around the front of the car making a face akin to a pouting child with an eye roll. They'd killed the vengeful ghost and lived through it. She half understood why Laney was upset.

The ghost had thrown Genie into a wall, hurting her leg, and she knew Laney took her protection very seriously. But this was getting ridiculous. Genie could protect herself.

She felt frustrated that Laney felt responsible that everything that happened to her. She could see it weighing heavily on her normally cheerful friend's mood. "You can't pout over every paper cut I get, Laney," Genie snapped out when Laney moved to sit in the driver's side.

"Being thrown into a wall isn't exactly a paper cut!" The blonde yelled out, "Genie. Do you realize you could've died?" Laney slammed on the accelerator as she spun tires out of the back alley they'd stashed their new car, blending in with what little traffic traveled the main highway at night.


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HIGHLY DANGEROUS is co-written by DeeDee's Box and Emmeline's Embers.