Chapter One
The rain was relentless. Day after day in this town-wait- what town was I in? I was traveling through Kansas working on this job, but wasn't getting very far. I didn't really know many people that did what I did for a living. My parents were murdered when I was eight; and my Aunt Doreen took me and my younger sister Charlotte in. She raised us, and taught me everything I know, but Charlotte chose the right path and I thank God almost every day that she doesn't do what I do. She has a husband and a family, and travelling so much was never her thing. I always told her I'd take care of our parent's murderers and she would just smile at me and tell me how much she trusted me. It's been almost twenty years and I can see that smile fading and her faith in me slowly diminishing into sadness. She knew I put my whole life into this and even though I'm only twenty five, I've spent a long time fighting something that I knew I wasn't strong enough to do on my own.
I met my friend Bobby on a hunt a few years back. He gave me his number and said to call him if I needed anything. Well that was about four years ago and as stubborn as I am, I knew now I needed the help. The answers were right here in Kansas but I just couldn't grab onto it. Yellow eyes needed to pay for all the families he destroyed. I've put so much hate and rage into something that has completely taken over my life that I can't even see straight anymore. Every time I close my eyes, I see yellow eyes staring back at me. I think about him everywhere I go and fantasize about how I'm going to kill him. I know I'm obsessed with it, and it won't end until I see his face on a stake. I wonder if there are many people like me out there; hunting the same thing as me…
"Hey, Bobby its Sam, I don't know if you remember me but we met up a few years on a job, and I could really use a hand right now. You can call me back at this number. Thanks bye." I closed my cell phone shut and let the sound of the rain wash through my thoughts. I really hope he can help me, I thought for a moment. A few minutes passed before my phone went off. I looked down and saw Bobby on the screen.
"Hello?" I said as cheery as I could.
"Hey Sam its Bobby." he sounded a little tired for two in the afternoon.
"Hey Bobby, I know it's been a while, I'm just having some trouble with this job that I'm on. I didn't mean to bother you or nothing…" I trailed not really knowing what to say next. I've never spoken about yellow eyes to anyone except my sister Sarah.
"Well, what are you hunting?" he asked bluntly.
"His name is Yellow Eyes." I stated. I heard Bobby draw in a breath and then didn't say anything. "Is everything alright?" I asked worried.
"Yeah, I got something you can work with. Why don't you come by my place to talk about this? I know someone who can help you." I let a sigh of relief. Thank God someone can help me.
"Alright sounds good." I jot down Bobby's address and left as soon as possible. Checked out of my hotel room and started to drive.
When I got closer to the house I saw all the junked cars going for miles it looked like. Some were stacked on top of each other and some had parts and doors and everything missing on them. I got closer to the older house. It had a porch that went around to the side of the house with some chairs. I saw an old truck parked closer to the house and an impala parked next to it. Now I don't know anything about cars but this one was really cool looking. I parked next to the impala and turned the car off. I sat there for a moment trying to think of what I was going to say. Yellow Eyes was so personal to me. Where would I even start? "Oh well he killed my family and I've been hunting him for just about twenty years or for some really messed up reason he loves Kansas the most, even though I'm from Missouri." I took a few moments to think things through when I heard the front door open and close with a big thwap. I looked up and saw Bobby standing there with a beer in his hand.
"Don't be shy!" he called out to me. I got out of the car and took a good look at him. He still looked the same as when I met him four years ago. His beard looked a little grayer but still Bobby.
I remember when we met on a hunt in Nebraska. A were wolf was terrorizing this small town and we happened to run into each other examining the bodies. It took us only a few days to solve the case but we ended up spending two weeks together hunting some cases around the state then went our separate ways. I didn't tell him even then I was hunting Yellow Eyes but it was good to have some company after a few years of being lonely on the road. I got out of the car and gave him a hug.
"I really appreciate you taking time to help me out." I started. He stopped me right there.
"It's no trouble Sam, besides I know someone else who is hunting the same thing as you." I looked at him a little surprised. I thought I was the only one. Who else would be hunting for him, there were no other survivors. "You look shocked." He laughed.
"Well, kind of. I thought I was the only one hunting him. Then again, you're the second hunter I've met since I've started." I felt dumb now. Really dumb. There must be dozens of hunters out there. This is the twenty first century. I guess I've been alone for far too long.
"You're not the worst case I've seen. A hunter's life is a lonely life. You know how it is. Besides, I have someone I want you to meet. You two might be able to figure this out." Bobby opened the door for me as I entered his home. It smelled so good. What was it, cinnamon and spice? It has been too long since I've entered an actual home. The majority of my time I'm looking at dead bodies and staring at computer screens and books. I don't think I've ever thought about settling down. Maybe, after I have Yellow Eyes on a stake. I looked around and saw so many books and candles and old pictures on the walls. I wasn't even paying attention when I walked into the kitchen and saw all the beer bottles on the table and the musty curtains attempting to block the rays of sunshine coming into the kitchen. I heard someone clear his throat and when I looked over I saw green eyes looking back into mine.
"Sam this is Dean. He's a hunter." Bobby introduced. "Dean this is Sam. She's working on the same thing as you."
I looked him up and down just as he did me. I guess we both had the same impression. Really? Well he wasn't bad looking so it's not like I could say that was the problem. He had a muscular build and was a few inches taller than me. He had short blondish hair that was kept well and strong green eyes that were piercing through my blues. I couldn't help but think how I silly I looked standing next to him. I'm 5'5 with a slender build and long thick brown hair. I'm strong to take on but he could probably take me out in a second.
"By Sam, I thought you meant a guy Bobby not some chick that I'm going to have to babysit." Dean spat at Bobby.
"Hey, I'm standing right here." I retorted.
"No offense to you Sam. I'm sure you're great but I was under the assumption that it would be someone I don't know…stronger, someone that could carry their own weight." Dean said trying to look apologetic but could tell was extremely irritated.
"Well I can carry my own but how would you know if you're not even willing to give this try. I worked too hard to get this far just to let it go to waste. So either you can help or not." I was confident when I spoke at Dean and he just thought for a moment before responding to me.
"Alright, I'm going to give you one chance. ONE chance and if anything happens or you screw it up that's it." Dean's voice got all deep and rustic and I couldn't help but look him over again.
"Alright, same goes for you. No screwing around." I looked over at Bobby and saw him going through some papers.
"Alright you two, let's get to work." We shared with each other what we knew about Yellow Eyes and surprisingly realized we were both on the same page, which pretty much left us stuck right where we were. I got out all my notebooks over the years of tracking him down and let Dean and Bobby look at them. I looked up stuff online but knew what I was going to get, which was the same thing for almost four years.
"He hasn't been active in a few years but a few months ago I noticed that some children who were adopted were disappearing and when I traced them back, all three of them had families that died in a fire in the eighties and they were the only survivors."
"Three of them were like this?" Dean asked. "Well that's not coincidence. Question is, what does he want them for?"
"No idea." I looked at the clock and realized it was almost two am. "Oh man, we've been doing this for too long." I looked around and started cleaning up a bit. Dean started to help me out when we noticed Bobby passed out at his desk.
"Let him sleep." Dean said. "God knows he needs it."
I followed him into the kitchen to clean up a bit while took another beer out of the fridge. "Want one?" he asked.
"Sure." It took a few minutes to finish up cleaning but I didn't mind in the slightest. It had been a long time since I did dishes. All did was eat out and sleep in motels or in the back of my car if I didn't feel like wasting money. After a long time of being on the road you start to lose your appetite and sleep and eventually just lose yourself. Me doing something as simple as dishes felt so normal for me.
I grabbed the beer Dean left on the counter for me and went outside to sit on the porch. It was a nice summer night and the stars looked amazing above all the junk cars. No lights around for miles of Dean's cell phone going off next to me. I looked down and saw Dad written on the screen. At least he wasn't alone. I heard the door open behind me and then slam as Dean sat down next to me on the step.
"Your phone went off." He looked at me a little confused and then comprehended what I said.
He looked down at his phone but didn't call back. We were both quiet for a few minutes before either of us spoke. "How long have you been hunting Yellow Eyes?" he asked quietly. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. I took a long drink of my beer before I answered.
"Too long." I simply stated. I could see him nodding his head as we both looked back up at the stars. It was nice, for once just to sit next to someone and not be alone looking at the stars. I thought about calling my sister but I didn't want to wake her never mind tell her about how close I am to getting him. She doesn't want to listen to it anymore. I sighed and thought about my Aunt Julie. I'm sure she wouldn't want to listen to it either.
"Is there something on your mind?" Dean asked interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, a lot." I answered bluntly.
"You on the rag or something?" He spat.
"No, I just don't like to talk about myself. I have my reasons just like yours about hunting Yellow Eyes. We're just doing this together and then we won't have to see each other again." I finished my beer and put it on the step next to Dean's.
"Okay, I won't pry but there is one thing I want to know." He said looking at me. I looked back at him a little drawn into his eyes again. I kept telling myself to stop looking at them but it was too difficult not to.
"You have my attention."
"What do you plan on doing after we kill him?" Dean slurred. He was definitely drunk. He was opening a beer at least every ten minutes all night. Bobby's fridge was like the never ending beer case.
"I don't know. I've thought about maybe settling down and getting a real job but who knows. What about you?"
"Being a hunter is in my blood." He responded. "Nothing will change for me." He sounded disappointed by that.
"Well, you could always change it. It's your life."
"You make it sound that easy, that anyone can just do whatever they want." He said really annoyed now.
"Well that's because you can. If I wanted to I could go be a lawyer or teacher. I don't have a record. I'm just MIA to everyone else."
"Who's everyone else?" He slurred again, his face getting closer to mine. I tried to move over on the step but I was already against the post.
"My family." I said staring at my car. It looked so worn down and dirty. He leaned away and too looked at my car.
"I can set up on the couch if you want the spare room upstairs. It'll probably just be for the night." He said standing up stretching. "Tomorrow we hit the road."
"Yeah, that's fine. Whose car are we taking?"
Mine." He quickly answered. I guess I didn't really have a choice in that one.