Cassandra Hamilton crept through the woods silently, with her cousin Aimee by her side. The sawed off pump action shot gun in her hands was raised for any up coming danger. She was a tall women standing at 5'9 with brown eyes and brown hair that had a streak of green through it. She wore basically the same thing everyday which consisted of combat boots, army green cargo pants, a black tank top, a brown leather jacket, and fingerless gloves. She wasn't one to drive or ride in cars so she stuck to her motor bike that was a deep almost black purple. But Cassie isn't just a normal person, oh no, she had a natural sense to detect demons.
Nodding to her cousin the two split up in search of the beast they were hunting. Now unlike her cousin Cassie, Aimee was a little on the short side standing at only 5'7. Her hair was a combination of brow, red, and blonde do to the fact that she died her hair numerous time in her teens. Like her cousin she stuck to the same outfit almost everyday, just simple hiking boots, jeans, normally a solid colored tee-shirt, and a grey zip up hoodie and jean jacket to complete it. But unlike her cousin she drove a car "her baby" she would call it, but of course any one would call a custom 1965 black mustang with white racing stripes running up the hood, that was in mid-condition, their baby.
Once going their separate ways Cassie was even more on her guard. Hearing the bushes behind her rustle she pumped the gun ready to shoot at any minute. What ever was behind the bush sprang out and headed for an abandoned barn about ten yards away. Running after the large beast Cassie slowed down once she reached the barn. Walking into the barn she turned around hearing a noise behind her. She slowly crept backwards gun raised while darkness surrounded her. Suddenly her back collided with something, almost immediately she whipped around and rammed the butt of the gun into whatever was behind her. Hearing the mystery thing grunt when it fell she looked to she it was a man.
Mean while, Aimee hearing the noise she ran towards the barn, hand gun fully loaded and flash light in hand. Coming into the barn she first saw Cassie standing over what looked like to be a body and then a tall figure at the other end of the barn.
"Don't move!" she yelled at the figure cocking the gun. Shinning the flashlight on the figure she saw that it was a man maybe a little younger then her.
"It's okay I'm not going to hurt you," the man said lowering his weapon. A groan was heard from the heap on the ground, obviously it was a man.
"Cass! What the hell were you thinking?" asked Aimee walking over to her cousin.
"He snuck up on me! The bastard," She responded kicking the man in the stomach. A loud growling sound was heard coming from the hay loft. The larger beast they were hunting sprang out of its hiding place and bounded towards them. Loud shot were fired as all four pulled the triggers to their gun, the hairy beast laid dead on the ground blood spilling from the four bullet holes.
An awkward silence fell over the four strangers. "Aimee Borovich," Aimee stated extending her hand to the tall man in front of her.
"Sam Winchester," he replied taking her hand. "And the guy on the floor is my brother Dean." Dean managed a small wave.
"This is Cassandra or Cassie or Cass, which ever you prefer to call her," she said nodding towards Cassie. Cassie Smiled and shook Sam's hand.
"Yeah we've met," stated Dean trying to stand up.
"If you two burn the body then I'll clean Dean up," Aimee suggested. She received a couple of nodes from Sam and Cassie. "Dean follow me." Dean obliged and followed the women out of the barn and to a sleek car that was parked a couple of yards away. Opening the driver side door she motioned for Dean to sit down while she pulled the first aid box out of the back. Once she clasped the box in hand she kneeled down in front of Dean with a bottle of peroxide in hand and a rag. Dabbing the peroxide soaked rag on Dean's hair line he recoiled.
"Son of a bitch, are you trying to finish the job your sister started?"
"First of all she's not my sister! She's my cousin there's a huge difference there, second of all stop being a baby I was a medical student I know what I'm doing." Rolling his eyes he let her dab the rag on his head.
"Nice car," he commented through a grimace. "'65 mustang right?" Aimee nodded a smile gracing her lips as she placed a band aid over his cut.
"It's always nice to see someone who has good taste in car." Her smile grew even wider as placed the first aid box in the back seat.
"What do you have?" She asked sitting on the hood of her car.
"'67 Chevy Impala custom leather and in mid condition," he bragged sitting next to her. After a few minutes of silence Cassie and Sam walked out of the woods.
"Cass you ready to go?" Aimee asked sliding of the hood of her car.
"Yea, let's blow this popsicle stand." They said their good byes to Sam and Dean. Cassie revved her bike while hearing a few cords of 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC blaring from Aimee's speakers. Sticking her hand out of the window Aimee motioned for Cassie to lead the way to their motel.