Chapter 1

"Only beginning"

I coughed, my lungs felt like they were on fire. Only that would be a simple way to explain it. I banged my hands against the stiff wooden boards again, but it wasn't going to get me out of this thing. I coughed again, my throat was dry and I was claustrophobic. So being buried alive wasn't the top thing on my "to do list". I managed to squirm my way to the side, my back against the rough, splintered walls on my personal coffin. It wasn't the normal coffin for a girl like me, but then again my run ins with a few hunters here and there may have gotten me my spot in this small box. Hunters were buried in hand-made coffins when they had things planned for them in the afterlife. The thing was that I wasn't a hunter and I didn't know anyone who would take the time to do this. What was planned for me?

Thinking about that didn't get me far, but the dizziness became more evident as I slammed the lid again. I put my dusty hands on my head and held on to what I had. I knew things about a few hunters, from other hunters. Dean and Sam Winchester and a few associated with them. I was informed about them when I was with other hunters, like Bobby Singer. I was on the run and I was a sort of hunter now. I knew the skills, I have taken on a few surprise visitors, but I hadn't been on any real hunts. I knew many secrets that a lot of hunters don't even know. I got myself in on a lot of things.

I lifted my foot and kicked at the wood. I heard a snap and dirt collapsed in on my legs, the crack was only large enough for my legs and feet to be covered, but I could shift and push at the wood. I took one more intake of breath before I closed my eyes and shoved through the dirt and sharp pieces of wood. I felt the impact of the dirt surrounding me, but I pushed my way through. I couldn't be too deep. After the dirt, cold and smooth against my face, moved to fill the casket I pushed as hard as I could, harder and harder until the dirt was easier to get through. I pulled myself up and felt my hand reach open space. I pulled at the damp grass and made my way out. I gasped as I made my way through the wet mud that was on the top. I was covered in mud when I finally stood up. My hair was caked with it, but I smiled. The rain was light, it was dark out, but I could see lights past the grassy, tree covered land I was buried in. I pushed my way around the trees and let the rain wash off the dirt of my grave.

I stopped and stood frozen as the rain poured over me harder than before. I never died, I was alive. I tried to think of my last moments before I woke up in the wooden box. I was walking back from some hunters bar with other hunters, Derek and Lenny? I didn't remember anything after that though. I narrowed my eyes. I shouldn't have trusted them, I was new and I could have ended up as some sacrifice for something the strange do. I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm. When I was in the town I would deal with these hunters.

My blonde hair was getting in my eyes as I walked through the brush. I still had my dark jeans that hugged my legs (good for fighting) and my black tank top and thin green sweatshirt on with my light brown hunting boots I bought a few months ago. My blue eyes caught the light shining through the trees. The moon was full, which meant I was in the woods at the worst possible time. Great.

My legs were weak when I reached the closest building. It was lit up, a diner I think. I walked around to the front and opened the door. A bell went off and I flinched at the sound. I walked to a booth and patted my pockets. I was relieved when I found my car keys, wallet and iPod still intact in my pockets. I was shocked the screen on my iPod hadn't broken and that my wallet only contained a fistful of dirt along with some cash. I looked up as a sound came from someone near me. A waitress was starring bug-eyed as I wiped the dirt from my face.

"Can I have some fries and maybe a chocolate shake?" I asked. She kept starring before writing it down and muttering something. I grimaced and stuck my tongue out at her as she walked off in her short, white uniform and bright red apron. Her blonde hair was as stiff as the boards of my casket. I wanted to laugh at the thought of it, but I was too tired and I didn't want to be laughing while I was sitting in a booth alone.

She came back and gave me the shake and fries. I sucked on the straw and let out a moan. I hadn't had a shake in the longest time. I leaned down in the booth, feeling relaxed and alive again, even though I was never dead. I took out my iPod and turned it on. It worked perfectly. I left it in my pocket so I didn't wear out the battery. I still didn't know where I was or how I was going to get anywhere from here. I wanted my car, but I had no idea where they might've left it.

I flipped the keys in the air with my head in my hand, trying to think of a way to find my car. I could just walk around town aimlessly and press the unlock button, but odds are the car isn't even in this town. I worked hard to earn the money for that car too. I sighed and heard a cough. I glanced up and saw two guys standing in front of me. One had longer hair and was taller than the other, but had his hands in his pockets like he was almost shy. The other was staring down at me curiously and then shifted to looking at the other one.

"Hey."

"Uh, we just saw that you came in covered in dirt." The shorter one said.

"So." I said.

"Don't you think that's a little strange?" He said. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Point taken. What do you want?" I said. I continued to flip the keys. The other one spoke up.

"We just wanted to know if you were alright." I looked at them.

"I'm fine. Just got raised from hell is all." I was being sarcastic, but they both seemed to react in both shock and fascination.

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." He said. I dropped the keys.

"Oh." I said. I sat up in my seat. I kept my hand on the knife in my shirt. "I've heard about you. I'm Kayce." Looking them straight in the eye, I kept my face serious. I didn't know if they were trustworthy.

"How?" Dean said gruffly.

"Well, if you must know, Bobby wanted me to know about you guys. He told me that you boys were like his sons, so I'm assuming you're not lost with what I'm saying." I looked at Sam for reassurance and he still seemed to be getting a grip on our situation, but nodded.

"How did you meet Bobby?" Sam asked calmly.

"Other hunters. Now that you know about me.."

"We don't know anything about you." Dean retorted. I raised an eyebrow and stared at him, slightly amused. I continued.

"What do you want? What's the real reason you walked over here, it wasn't because I wasn't sanitary, I'm pretty sure about that."

"We saw your tattoo." Sam said. I rubbed my neck instinctively. I had gotten the same tattoo, protective, that most hunters have; it was Bobby's idea.

"Ok. So a young hunter walking into a diner is abnormal." I stated. Neither of them had anything to say to that. "I'm leaving now, I have to find a car and take a shower." I said before sliding out of the booth. I was walking towards the door when Dean grabbed my elbow.

"What now?" I asked sharply. He loosened his grip, but his hand stayed where it was.

"You should stay with us until we talk to Bobby." He said. Sam spoke quickly after him.

"Unless you're on a hunt or with other people." Sam said. He gave Dean a look and he dropped my arm. "She should come with us though."

"Oh, hell no she's getting in my baby like that." Dean complained. He gestured towards me and I crossed my arms over my chest and stood there silently while they bickered.

"I never agreed to go anywhere with you guys and the only reason I would is because your close to Bobby." I explained. I wasn't on a hunt, I was trying to go after some hunters, but I could deal with that later, seeing as how I have no leads. I still didn't have my damn car, so a free ride, especially to annoy someone I only know from a close friend, felt like something to accept.

"Would you consider us giving you a ride to Bobby's, at least."

"Yea sure." I said simply. I walked out the door. They followed and I turned to smirk at them. "It's the Impala right." I winked and kept walking.