Disclaimer; I do not own anything form the Winchester universe, I simply enjoy their company from time to time.

Summary; Before the War, Hunters had problems of their own. This is one of the many problems we faced while on the road. Some smart ass demon decided that it was time to turn the game around and make us the prey instead of the predator.

Memoirs Of A Hunter; Hunted

Prologue

There are a few things in my life that I can not deny, not matter how hard I may try at times. One- I am a psychic, a freak of human nature, but human none-the-less. Two- I have the most wonderful boyfriend/life mate/soul mate, whatever you chose for what we have. We were made for each other, two pieces of a puzzle, yin and yang. Three- I am totally and completely in utter Love with him. Four- I am being hunted and not by something of this world. Though it uses humans and beings of this world to flush me out. Which puts my Sam into terrible danger, danger that even a Winchester can not handle. Needs less to say, going from Hunter to Hunted is no fun.