Chapter One
Amy walked up to her uncle's porch and peered in through the window. It didn't look like anyone was home, but she had half expected the house to be empty anyway. She took her key out of her pocket and let herself in.
The house looked just as messy as the last time she had been here six months ago. Books littered every available surface as well as the floor. Sighing she turned around and went back out to her car to grab her bags. She had planned on staying here a few days to rest after the last hunt she had been on, a Wendigo about 100 miles away from her uncle's place. She was pretty bruised up and could do with a nice hot shower and a comfortable bed for a change.
She smiled as she looked around her uncles yard, remembering how he had helped her rebuild her car when she had fallen in love with it the first time she had seen it in his yard, hard to believe that it was six years ago already. The car had been on quite a journey over the last six years just like her. Her life had changed 7 years ago when her parents had been killed on a hunt, and she'd been sent to live with her only living relative, her Uncle Bobby. Until then she couldn't remember ever seeing him. Her parents weren't the types to keep in touch with people, were always on the move, although she knew that they loved her. She just hadn't had the most normal of upbringings, and she still didn't have what people would call a 'normal' life.
Amy grabbed her bags out of the trunk and made her way back inside. She took the bags straight up to her old room and dumped them by the side of the bed. The room was in need of a good clean, like the rest of the house, and Amy decided that she would try and bring some order back to the house before she left again. She made her way through to the small en-suite bathroom that her uncle had converted for her. She had been living there about a month when her uncle had come rushing out of the bathroom red faced, saying that he was going to build her her own bathroom, Amy couldn't understand what had got him so flustered until she went inside and saw the box of tampons on the side. She had grinned to herself – if she had known that was all it would have taken to get her own bathroom she would have made sure to leave them lying around when she first got here!
She had a quick shower, washing all the dirt and grime from the last hunt away. It was midnight by the time she had finished in the bathroom. She went downstairs to write a note for her uncle, explaining that she was here, but had just come back from a hunt and was tired, so she'd gone to bed. If he came home she would see him in the morning.
Twenty minutes later she was curled up in bed fast asleep.
Amy woke up the next day and lay in bed, trying to work out if she could hear anyone downstairs. She looked over at the alarm and was surprised to see that it was 9.30am. She didn't usually sleep as late as that. She threw on some clothes and headed downstairs, pretty sure that her uncle had not come home while she had been sleeping. Sure enough there was no sign of anyone in the house. She made her way in to the kitchen to see if there was anything for breakfast and wasn't surprised to find the fridge and cupboards empty of pretty much everything except for some beer and mouldy cheese. Sighing she grabbed her purse and keys and made her way to the shops.
Two hours later she was home and had unpacked her shopping. First she was going to clean the house from top to bottom, and then she was going to make her uncle some dinners for the freezer, She was amazed that he had managed to survive so long on all the crappy food he ate. She knew that a hunter's lifestyle usually meant that they didn't have much chance to have proper meals, but she always made sure that cooked whenever she could.
Amy grabbed her iPod, and started her cleaning. Eight hours later she had done the cleaning and had just finished making a lasagne. She had made enough meals to last her uncle a fortnight and now she was dead on her feet. She made her way over to the couch, and turned the telly on. There was some old black and white movie playing. She loved Black and White movies so she lied down on the sofa, and twenty minutes later she was snoring softly.
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Dean pulled the Impala up next to Bobby's truck and he and Sam dragged themselves out of the car. Bobby was already at his trunk, unloading his weapons.
"You boys ok? You're both looking a little stiff there" Bobby called over to the young men.
"We're good thanks Bobby, just a little sore sitting in that damn car for so long."
"Watch it Sammy, don't talk about my car like that." Dean glared over at his little brother. "You don't like the car, you can walk next time."
"Whatever Dean, you know what I meant. Just grab the damn bags and let's get inside. I need a shower and bed." Sam sighed as he stretched out his arms, grabbing a bag from the trunk.
The three hunters made their way over to the house, unaware that there was a young girl stirring on the sofa. .
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Amy turned over in her sleep, knocking the handset off of the sofa. The noise as it hit the floor woke her. She stretched her arms over her head and then paused as she heard something rattling the door. Not really thinking about what she was doing she grabbed the baseball bat that she had unearthed from under the sofa on her cleaning mission earlier in the day. She made her way over to the door. Just as she got there the door swung open and she swung the bat with as much force as she could muster.
She heard the air gush out of someone's lungs as the bat made contact. The man hunched over holding his stomach. Just as Amy was about to swing the bat a second time, a figure came charging in to the house, flicking the light switch as he came through the door.
Amy smiled as she felt the fear leave her body. "Uncle Bobby!" She rushed over to hug her uncle dropping her bat as she went.
"Amy, is that you? What are you doing here? And what are you doing attacking people with baseball bats?"
"Yeah Amy, what are you doing attacking my brother?" Sam smiled as he moved into the room.
"Sammy" Amy cried giving him a big hug, "I haven't seen you in forever! Sorry about that. I just woke up and wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, I should have known it was Uncle Bobby."
"I'm fine, thanks for asking" Dean said as he straightened up. Amy turned to look at the new voice.
"Dean" was all she said.
A/N Hi guys...thanks for reading this! I know it's early days (day one in fact!) and this is a short chapter, but I would really love to hear what you think of the story so far, so please, please review. I'm not 100% sure which way I am going to go with this story yet, so if anyone has any ideas on what they would like to read let me know! Thanks again for reading, I really hope you liked it :)
