Chapter 1 ~ The Capture
**I don't own Supernatural :(
(Jezebel's POV)
Why do we have to come here? Nothing goes on in this stupid town. I sat on the booth next to my Sister and watched as the two most amazingguys walked through the door of the diner. One had shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes, the other was tall, well built, and had eyes the color of emeralds.
"Oh, my, gosh, the one with the brown eyes is so hot!" my sister Chrystal crooned, laying her black manicured hands on the table.
"Oh, get over it Chrys!" Lona snapped.
"Hey, the other one is hotter!" I yelled. Everyone in the diner looked at us. Especially the two adorable guys sitting across from us. The green-eyed one got up and walked over to our table. He leaned his hands on the cheap plastic table top and looked over at me.
"Hello, my name is Dean Winchester. I'm guessing you three are the Hansen Sisters. My brother and I have been looking for you for a while." He said, and then nodded towards each of us as he said our names. The other one, which I assumed was his brother, came up behind him.
"Dean, we have to get them out of here. Now." He said, holding his hand out to help Chrystal out of her seat. She took it and stood up. Dean offered his hand to me and I gingerly accepted it. Lona rolled her eyes and exited the booth herself. As soon as we left the diner, Dean hoisted me over his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down you jerk!" I screamed, beating against the tall stranger's back.
"Sorry, Southern Belle, I was told you're a runner," He said, dumping me into the back seat of his car. A black '67 Impala. The guy had good taste. The other guy gently helped Chrystal into the car. Lona followed suspiciously. Dean got in the driver's seat and his brother in the passenger. He explained to us that they needed our help. There was an army of vampires forming in the south, hundreds of them, that was coming to hunt in town. I can see why they needed us, we're the Hansen Sisters, and they're the Winchester Brothers. We're the two most notoriuos groups of hunters in the country, anyway.
(Chrystal's POV)
Wow, he was dreamy. There were things we all wanted, Jezebel wanted to end all evil in the world, for Lona, all cruelty. But at this very moment in time, all I wanted was Sam Winchester. I watched him gaze into Lona's eyes, and then Jezebel's. I blushed as they landed on mine. He held them there for what seemed like forever.
You're an angel, whoa; did I just hear his thoughts?
Yes, I'm a telepath, you must be too. Try it, his mind-voice said.
Oh,…okay. You said I'm an angel. Your right, Jez is the only human of the three of us.
Then what's Lona?
She's a dark angel, half demon, half angel.
"Sammy, stop making googly eyes at the hot girls, will ya'?" Dean said, thumping his brother on the back of the head.
"Shut up, Dean!" Sam said, returning the action.
Dean pulled the car up to a tiny motel. It was seriously small. One bedroom with two beds, a little sitting area, and a bathroom. I could have watched Jez and Dean fight over who got the bigger bed for hours. Eventually, Sam pointed out since we were guests, we should get the beds, and he and Dean would sleep on the couch.
Dean tried to protest, "Why do you always make the decisions? You're my little brother!"
"Because I'm the smart one" Sam said with a teasing smile.
"You should respect my authority more." Dean responded.
"Shut up before I knock the authority out of you!" Jez laughed as she chucked a pillow at the elder Winchester. Thus began the mother of all pillow fights.