When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

I pulled the trigger of the gun, which released a single silver bullet that penetrated the werewolf's heart. It fell to the ground, and waited to make sure it was really dead before breathing a sigh of relief. She got off the ground and walked out of the woods towards my car, a navy blue 1987 mustang.

I looked down at my jeans and noticed that I had scraped my knees rolling out of the way of the werewolf's claws and had ripped a hole in them. I sighed and got into the car, I really need to be careful I can't be having to buy a new pair of jeans every hunt. I decided I would go to a local bar and hustle some drunken douchebags to get some gas money and some just for fun. It's never a bad thing to have too much money on you especially in this business.

I drove out of the woods in the direction of my motel, as Def Leppard played quietly in the background. When I made it to the motel I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my only living relative, my Uncle Bobby. I know what you're thinking, Omg she's Bobby's niece! Well guess what I am. My dad, Bobby's brother, used to be a hunter just like my mom, but they were both killed on a hunt about a year ago. Damn demon had more strength then we thought; I barely made it out alive, if Uncle Bobby didn't show up in time I would have bled to death.

I'm Robyn Singer by the way, I guess I should describe myself, well I'm about 5'6 I have medium brown hair with blonde highlights, I would say I'm about average in weight just a little over for the muscle I have, I have a fair bust size not small to look weird and not big to look like a slut. I have blue gray eyes, a mixture of my mom and dad's eye color. I got my hair from my mom, but I have my dad's nose and lips, kinda weird but it works.

I have been hunting since I was little; it was my dad who taught Uncle Bobby after my aunt was murdered. I have been hunting the son of a bitch that killed my parents for the past couple of months, getting updates from Ash at the Roadhouse. This were hunt was just a little stop I made so bobby wouldn't have to drive all the way out here to Virginia, I was on my way to Tennessee when bobby told me about it, I told him I'd handle it. So here we are now…

I decided to take a shower before I went out so I wouldn't show up at a bar covered in blood and grass stains. After I took the amazingly cold shower, I put on a new shirt and jeans before putting on my boots, and fixing my hair. I made sure to grab my gun before walking out of my room, I brought the "do not disturb sign" with me and put it on the door so that way no stupid house cleaning lady would walk into my room, and see all the weapons I had. The last thing I needed was her calling the cops on me and getting me sent to jail with the record I have.

I drove to the closest bar, which was around the corner, and went to the bar tender and got a beer. I sat down at the bar and looked over at the boys playing pool, watching how they play to make it easier to win against them, even though it shouldn't be that hard. I finished my beer and ordered another one, before finishing that one. I got up slowly and started acting; I "stumbled" towards the table.

"Heeeeyyyyy!" I said with a slur.

"Why hello prettyyyy laaaady." One of the drunks said.

"Why don't we playy a game of pooool?" I giggled.

"Well we wouldn't wont to take your money there sweet cheeks." Another said.

"Okkkk well how about if I win you owe me 50 bucks a piece, buuutt if you win thennnn I might just let you take me home!" I slurred, and giggles escaped my mouth.

They looked around at each other and all nodded. "Alrightt will do it!"

I cheered as I stumbled towards the pool sticks, I was silently laughing to myself at the thought of how stupid they were, and well it was there loss.

About an hour later I had 400 bucks in my pocket, as I made my way to my car. The douchebags were too drunk to realize I had hustled them, so I didn't have any trouble just walking out of there. I got in my car and drove back to my motel, I decided to give bobby one last call before I check in for the night.

"Yeah?" His gruff voice said through the phone.

"Hey Uncle Bobby!" I said, as I salted the doors and windows, making sure I put a gun under my pillow.

"Hey Robbie, did the hunt go ok?"

"Yeah, I told you I was fine from the text I sent you earlier."

"Well I can't if you lying or not in a text message!"

"Oh don't get all pissy with me that was one time."

"Yeah, and that one time almost cost you your arm so I think have a right to be pissy!"

"Ok fine…So what are you doing?"

"Right now I'm doing some research for the idjits."

Ahh yes the Winchester boys; I figured they would pop up sometime during the conversation. My Uncle has always been having to help them with a hunt or research on a certain "supernaturalie" that they don't know. It gets kind of annoying, but that's what happens when only one of the two will read a book. I have met the boys a couple of times on hunts when we run into each other and they were "cool" I guess but I think it's funny how they don't know I'm Bobby's niece. Plus Bobby usually calls me to get some information on something if he can't find it, and he calls me by my nickname he gave me Robbie and he's told me that Sam and Dean both think that "Robbie" is a guy. Every time I hear that I laugh.

"Ah the idjits."

"Yep, hey when you're done in Virginia, mind stopping by and giving me a visit, gotta talk to you about something that I would rather tell you in person."

"Yeah I don't mind coming and seeing my uncle. I'll be leaving Virginia in the morning and it will probably take me 5 hours to get to Sioux Falls. So I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright Robbie, I'll see you tomorrow, Bye." I knew by his tone he was saying a silent I love you.

"Bye Uncle Bobby, love you too."

I hung up my cell phone, plugging it into its charger, before putting on some shorts and a tank top and slipping into the uncomfortable bed, falling asleep instantly.

"I'm going to finish what I started and there is no one to help you…"

He took the blade and made intricate designs on my abs, but he never plunged. He told me plunging was just too easy, so he continued to dance the blade across my body. I was taught to never show your attacker that you were in pain, but I couldn't help the silent tears that fell down my face, and the way I could feel the scream building in my throat, me barley holding it back. I could hear people around me shouting my name but I couldn't see them.

"This is what you get little bird, when you disobey your master!"