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A/N- This story contains OCs so if that isn't your thing, I understand. This is not a Destiel fic (I don't ship them but I'm not against it.) That being said, this is my first foray into the Supernatural fanfic realm and I hope you'll take this journey with me. This fic is rated M for language and some mature content in later chapters, so you have been forewarned. And be sure to review and let me know exactly what you think, enjoy!

Dani

"Dani, will you please get up? We have to be in Pennsylvania by six o'clock tonight!" Tiffany yelled from the bathroom.

Dani groaned and opened one eye to look at the clock. The green 11:00 am flashed before her. Just past the clock she eyed the bottle of Jameson that she had nearly consumed the night before. The dreams had been getting more vivid and the only way to rid herself of them was to drink herself into a stupor every night.

Soon a freshly showered Tiffany sauntered out of the bathroom, her hair still wet. Her outfit was slightly sexy but also suitable for a hunter. She was dressed in dark blue jeans, a black tanktop and leather jacket with lace-up black boots. It was the type of outfit that Dani could never pull off. She was more into worn tee shirts and her favorite Chuck Taylors.

After she had showered and dressed, she grabbed a cup of coffee from the hotel coffee pot and was barely able to choke down the bitter liquid. She looked out the window and smiled. The black Chevelle seemed to look back at her. It was the only thing in the world besides her cousin that she cared about. It had been a gift from her dad before he ran out on his family.

"Hey how'd you sleep last night? You look like crap." Tiffany said as they sat in the hotels small lobby. Dani tightened her grip on her cup and wouldn't look her cousin in the eye.

"No I didn't have the dream again. I managed to drink it away. And thanks for telling me I look like crap by the way. Love you too." She said with a smirk.

Tiffany smiled but the look of concern was unmistakable. A hunter needed to always be alert and focused and this dream had robbed Dani of her focus.

"Is it always the same dream?" Tiffany asked as they finished up their breakfast/brunch of coffee and bagels.

"Yeah. Its always the same. I am falling to the ground, I hear someone scream my name and then a blinding light and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. It doesn't make any sense. Can we please just drop it?" She replied, exasperated.

"You know you can't keep running from whatever is bothering you. We are in this together; if you can't talk to me who can you talk to?" Tiffany said, her voice filled with stern concern. She was forever like another older sister to Dani.

"I know, and when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know. So lets get down to brass tacks. What the hell is so important about some lousy vamp in Philly?" she said the last part with a smirk.

"Well it may be more than just a 'lousy vamp '. When I talked to Ellen, she said that other hunters in the new Roadhouse were talking about a nest. So we may be in for a fun weekend." Tiffany explained and the two cousins smiled. They laughed and it seemed to ease whatever tension Dani had been feeling. She had been itching for a real hunt. The last two places they had been had turned out to be false leads. With that, Dani downed the last of her coffee and picked up her jacket and grabbed her messenger bag.

"Come on Tiff, get on that hell bike of yours and lets get to that God-forsaken state. Lets go all Buffy on those vamps."

Tiffany laughed as she grabbed her helmet off the table. She couldn't help but laugh at her cousin. She did not seem to physically resemble a hunter at all. She was rather short at 5'3" and couldn't weigh more than 115 lbs. She never wore anything but her trusty printed tee shirts with her skinny jeans and Chuck Taylor shoes. Her long dark blonde hair was always in a pony tail and slightly messy. But Tiffany knew that when the stuff hit the fan, Dani could kick some monster booty better than most. She was also helpful when they needed to get into small places.

"You are such a nerd." Tiff laughed as she playfully punched Dani in the shoulder.

"Yeah, and that's why you love me. Face it, I do the research and the heavy lifting and your job is to stand there and look pretty. Well that and bring in the bacon by kicking men's butts at poker."

"Hey I'm a little insulted that you think I'm just a pretty face. And since when do you do any heavy lifting? Last time I checked you could barely bench the bar." Tiffany said with a sideways glance.

Danielle responded by sticking out her tongue and gently pushing her cousin out the door.

The long drive to Pennsylvania was made even longer by the fact that she was driving alone. She checked her rearview mirror often to make sure Tiff was okay on her bike. She turned up the volume of her music which was a mix of old school punk and indie rock music. She belted out the lyrics and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. There really was nothing better than punk rock to get her into the mindset of a good hunt. She'd be ready to kick some serious vamp butt.

As they pulled into a shady looking motel in the outskirts of the city, Dani couldn't help but notice a beautiful but dusty-looking classic Impala. There was something about it that Dani couldn't quite put her finger on.

As Tiffany climbed off her bike, she saw Dani staring at the Impala. She pulled off her helmet and locked up her bike.

"Hey what is up with you and old cars?" she teased.

"Hey don't hate. It's a classic. And she's a beauty, nearly as gorgeous as mine." Dani said, running her hand over the car.

"Whatever, dork. Lets go and check in before you try and have sex with the car." Tiffany replied, grabbing her cousin by the arm.