Hey ya'll this is my first story and my friend is my co-writer so don't expect our first try to be 'Spetaculacular'(If you don't get that reference, its from the episode when Sam was doped up on drugs). We are going to make it a slow paced story and get as much in from most of the seasons. Questions comments and concerns are welcome if there not degrading and plain rude. There will be times where we will get writers block but we will try to keep a constant update. there will be multiple pairings in this story but it will take a while for it to build. By the way this is set in season two, between episode 11 and12.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Melissa's POV: "
"Mal?...Melissa?"
"What is it Danni?"
"I think we missed our exit," Danielle said as she pointed back from our cherry red '64 Pontiac GTO.
"Well, Damn," I muttered. Danielle and I have been hunting together for a little over a year now since I saved her from a werewolf attack. while I've been hunting for close to five years. For me it started a Couple months after Graduating Paris Island( Marin Corps Boot Camp) when I was stationed in Quantico, there was a Wraith Praying on PTSD affected soldiers on camp and I happened to see it's reflection in some mirror, so it attacked me. Luckily there was another marine who was a hunter and saved me. His name was Staff Sergeant Rick Sawyer, who later had me moved to his platoon. from then to a little over a year ago he trained me and we hunted here in the states and overseas. It was going good until on hunt we were trackin a Chimera over in Iraq and well long story short he saved my ass and lost his. I felt and still feel that I am to blame and felt it was time to leave the Marines. Now we are heading to Shawano, Wisconsin after hearing mysterious animal attacks and it feels like werewolf attacks to me.
We finally pulled into some crappy motel and checked ourselves into our room. Later we went into our room; changed into FBI attire and got ready to question the Vics.
"Hey Danni, are you still getting those freaky dreams about us meeting with these hunters here?"
"Yea, the damn dreams are painful as hell," Danni huffed as she buttoned her blouse. You wouldn't know Danielle Jackson being a hunter with her innocent and adorable personality, doll face, shoulder length brown curly hair, and almond shaped hazel green eyes but she could whip out a shot gun and blow ghosts away before you could say Christo. We packed our gear; got into our car, turned up the radio to some Jethro Tull and drove out of the lot and started to head to the nearest vic for questioning. What Danielle told me is she's been having these premonitions or feelings since we were young but they weren't as strong then. Now more and more they have been causing her pain and it worries and pains me that I can't find a way to help.
"Maybe, hopefully those dreams won't so much one of these days," I said. Looking over at Danni.
"I hope it's soon," Danni replied.
After twenty five minutes we arrived to our first vic, the Jenkins, our car rolled up the gravely drive way and I shut off the engine.
Danielle's POV:
I'm nervous even after a year I feel like this will be a different case. As we are walking up the steps I feel a burning behind my eyes and push away the nightmare to save it for tonight. Ever since that incident a year ago I've had nightmares which later found it to be visions of the future. I hate it in fact, to know that someone will die and we are not always able to save them is heartbreaking. Melissa raps the door three times which brings me back to earth away from the dark. The door opens.
"Yes?" asked the lady who I presumed to be Mrs. Jenkins.
"Good afternoon Mam, I'm Agent Leiu and this here is Agent Jordan," Melissa stated as we both flashed our badges," We are here on investigation of the death of Terrall Jenkins. is it alright if we come in and ask some questions about what happened?"
"Why, yes but why are you questioning me again?" Melissa's eyes met with mine for a brief moment.
"There must be a mix up but for reassurance would you mind to relay what you told our partners?"
"Of course." She ushers us through the doors and begins to relay the story. A teenage boy, her son, was found around 4:15 A.M. with his heart ripped out at Mielke Park. The police came shortly after and told me that it was some sort of animal attack and that there still working on the autopsy on him."
"Thank you for the information mam. Can you give us a description of the agents that question you earlier?" I asked, wondering if it was the guys I dreamt of lately.
"Let's see," Mrs. Jenkins pondered," I'm afraid I don't remember their names but one had short spiked hair and the other was really tall with long hair. Also I think they drive a black impala."
Again our eyes met and I gave a slight nod to tell her that they were the ones. Melissa and I went back to our car, which Melissa named Roxy, after the information that the woman gave us.
"What do you want to do now Mel?" I asked my best friend. We have been good friends since six grade and after the incident a year ago she carried me with her and trained me to hunt with her. Melissa Levak has been over protective of me like a sister but didn't mind at all. When it came to the hunting and some monster gets on her radar then its already too late for them. It sometimes unnerves me how efficient she is at killing things. She is 5'5" with straight, long brown hair that reaches a little past her shoulder blades and gentle but sharp dark chocolate eyes; when with close friends she is funny, caring and protective but if you piss her off, her stare would make a grown man shake with fear.
"We go to the crime sight, you goof." Smirking at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world to do.
"Shut up." I huff with a pout. Mel laughs at me and starts to the car cranking up the tunes as we sped off. Melissa slows to a gently stop a mile away from the park.
"What are -?" I glance to see why we stopped and spot a black car.
"Are those the Hunters that you were talking about?"
I nod my head grimly. A familiar burn begins behind my eyes.
"Well, damn."
"Do you want to return later after they are gone?"
"Yup, I don't want to alert them and announce that we are Hunters as well. That won't be a pretty sight. Let's just leave this case to them."
The burning behind my eyes suddenly increased. I heard my name being called but it was fading then the scenery changed around me. A large sized animal knocked a man with dirty blond hair with blood stained on the back of his clothes. A werewolf? He landed on his back, his weapon was ripped from his hand. The wolf attacked and I screamed as I felt if I was the one getting torn apart .
"Danni! It's not real, calm down, calm down, it will be ok it's ok."
Melissa? I open my eyes to see my friend holding me and trying to calm me. "Where are we?" I asked groggily
"We're back at the motel." There was no light shining through the window.
"No." Dread fills me I did not want him to die. Who is he anyway?
"We need to go back."
"Why? Those Hunters can take care of themselves."
"No they can't and one of them is going to die if we don't help!"
Mel looks me in the eyes considering my words. I give her 'the face' and she sighs in defeat. "Alright, we'll go help the damn wussies."
Melissa's P.O.V.
We drove back to the park and I could see that the hunters' car was still there. Wasting no time i parked my baby behind theirs and we both got out and headed to the trunk of the car. Opening the trunk and then the floor board to revel a wide range guns, ammo, and knives that Danielle says is Chuck Norris approved. I tuck in my silver knives and my 9mm Glock hand gun, checking that the clip is filled with silver bullets. Looking over I see Danielle doing the same.
"alright, Danni you're going to head up that trail to the left and I'll go on the trail on the right. what I read on the map is that these trails combines further up. That's where we are going to meet up then we continue on that trail."I see a flash of worry and nervousness pass her eyes," don't you worry, everything is going to be peachy and your more than enough to take on that werewolf."
"I got it," Danni said. More to herself than me.
After a quick reassuring hug we were off to our trails. About five minutes into the trail I could see a light of some ones flash light. I could tell it was one of the hunters because his silver knife was glinting from the flashlight. I quickened my pace till I was fifteen steps out without alerting him. the Hairs on my neck stood as I felt something of to my 2 O'clock, just right of the hunter. Looking over I could just barely see the reflection of a pair of eyes that my gut told me it was the werewolf. The monster with a growl and I lunged after dean, I ended up tackling the hunter first and rolled to my knees with my gun out and ready but the thing was already gone to the other side of the trail. I realized it was heading in the direction of Danni.
"What the Hell!" the hunter yelled as he rolled up, Knife drawn. What I could see is that he had short slightly spiky dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
"I suggest that you put that damn knife down before you get your ass shot. We need to go after that wolf, which is going in the direction of my partner and possibly yours too, pretty boy" I calmly said.
"You're a hunter?" He asked warily. The knife still drawn at me.
"No shit, I just came out here to stroll in the park at night with my gun for fun. Let's get movi'n."
"Why should I listen to you" The Hunter argued.
"Cause I just saved your ass," I said annoyed.
He opened his mouth to argue but I had enough and aim the gun to him. " I said let's get movi'n" I growled, losing my patience.
Danielle's P.O.V.
Racing through the woods, I follow the growls and howling. Sam stumbles on his feet all his focus on the wolf in front of him. The werewolf itself was about 5'9" it's fur black as night that it stood out from the dark itself. Amber eyes filled with hunger watch its prey waiting for the fault. My nervousness switched to anger like no other as it filled me and fire burn through my veins. I drew a 48 Caliber and with deadly accuracy aimed and tapped one to the head and two to the chest. Time slowed and in that moment, my eyes met brown I was filled with peace knowing he is safe. Gratitude and curiosity beam from weary eyes and sighed in exhaustion.
"My brother?" His voice rough but I liked it.
"Alive now."
"Now? What do you mean now?" Panic seeped in his voice and I felt a little hurt at the accusing note. Sadly I couldn't explain about why I knew without giving myself away.
"I meant what I said." I tried to sound firm but it seemed to make things worse.
"Who are you? How did you know where to find me? What are you?" He was near yelling by his last question and I flinch away at its sharp tone. Sam seemed to notice and opens his mouth to say something but was cut off.
"SAM!" I see Melissa and who I suspected to be Dean emerge from a walking path with a gun to his head and hands raised above his head.
"Get this bit- Ugh!" Mel whacks him upside the head.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" She looks to me, "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine but did you have to put De- him at gun point ?" I hope no one caught that. I look to their faces and thank God that they seem to be oblivious but I knew that Mel caught the slip. She raises a brow but says nothing. "He was pissing me off."
"What was I supposed to give you a cookie and say thank you?" Dean grumbled.
-TBC
"Poor dean"-D
"He can suck it up"-M
"I guess, alright readers make sure to leave reviews so we can see how were are doing"-D
