Preface

"Dean all I'm saying is lets take a couple of days, we've been going non-stop for nearly a month. We've done like seven hunts, I need a break; you need a break. It won't do anyone any good if we get ourselves killed." Sam complained as he poured dressing on his salad. "You know, I miss him too." he said softly knowing why Dean was hunting non-stop.

"When I talked to Bobby he says things were quiet, maybe we should take a couple of days. There's a hotel down the block." he replied thumbing through their father's journal.

"Crap!" a woman said as she tripped beside their table. She steadied herself, laying a phone down by theirs. "Excuse me...New shoes and all...Trying to break them in, but I may break my neck first." she smiled at the guys before continuing on.

Dean looked up into the face of a blue eyed, auburn haired woman. He glanced down her shapely body as she tried to adjust a high heel. He was drawn back to those eyes. He had never seen such captivating ones; they seemed to see down to your soul and such color, the most alluring shade of blue. She also had the body to go with the eyes too.

"No problem." Sam smiled. They admired the view as she continued on to the bathroom.

Chapter 1

Natasha checked her phone to be sure she had gotten at least one of their phones cloned. She had been following these two, she was sure they were brothers, for about three weeks, ever since their paths had crossed in Iowa. She saw them, but they didn't see her, Rule 27: Two ways to follow: First way-they never notice you; Second way: they only notice you.

She was a hunter, but of a different kind of prey, she hunted the ones who preyed on others, especially children. Natasha had brought down several child pornography rings and freed the children who were forced to participate. Most of her work was done without police knowledge; she remained in the shadows keeping her identity secret and off the radar just like the Winchesters.

She had put a tracking device on the Impala to follow them and learn more about what they actually did. Natasha had caught a glimpse of their work and was not sure what to make of it. Her friend, Trace, ran a check on them and found their criminal records.

There were some unusual charges against them that she didn't quite understand. What really caught her eye was the journal Dean was looking through. She wanted to get a closer look and from the conservation she overheard they were going to stay around for a couple of days. This was fine with her, it might give her a chance to lift the book and copy it. Natasha usually kept to herself and avoided a lot of contact with people, but something about these two guys intrigued her and it didn't hurt that both were model looking hunks.

"Come on let's get a room and get some rest." Sam said finishing the last of his drink.

"One quick stop for a six pack."

"Ok." Sam replied packing his computer and the journal in his bag. Dean left money on the table and grabbed his coat as he followed his brother from the diner.

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Natasha watched them leave and followed at a safe distance pulling over to the side of the parking lot. She killed the engine and waited to see what room they got. As their car lights swept over her car, she ducked and waited a few minutes until they were parked to check the room number.

The older one went into the office and came out a few minutes later and walked toward the rear of the hotel. She noted the room he opened and watched as the young one took some bags out of their car then followed him into the room. He stopped before going into the room and glanced around the parking lot carefully, trying to find something out of place. Something was setting off his spidery senses, but he didn't know what. He paused on a car parked in the lot for an extra moment, didn't see anything then turned, heading into the room.

Natasha let out the breathe she was holding when the youngest went on into the room and closed the door. She watched as the curtain moved slightly so he could peer out into the lot.

"Dean you haven't had any strange vibes lately have you?"

"No that's your department?"

"I just have this feeling of being watched." Sam said closing and double locking the door. "I've felt it for a couple of week's now." he continued pausing at the curtain to glance out.

"It's probably just your mind playing tricks. Like you said we're both tired."

"Maybe, I'm taking a quick shower and going to bed."

"Right." Dean mumbled opening a beer and taking a sip. He put the rest in the fridge and dropped onto the bed not really taking his brother's concerns serious. Sam was always the more sensitive of the two.

Sam came out of the bathroom towel drying his hair and glanced over at his brother. He was already out cold, snoring softly. Sam took the half drunk beer and sat it on the end table and tossed a blanket over him. He turned down his bed, flipped off the lights and settled in. In a matter of minutes he was asleep too, letting his tired body drift on a cloud of darkness.

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Natasha checked her watch one more time before getting out of her car. She had slipped on a complete black outfit in order to blend in with the night. She slipped a small flash light into her pocket and glanced around the parking lot. All was quiet as she made her way around to the back of the hotel. She was checking the bathroom windows to see if they were big enough for her to climb through. Luck was on her side when she saw the window was slightly open for the room she wanted.

Very carefully, Natasha began to raise the bathroom window being wary of any squeaks. She found an old bucket to stand on and boosted herself into the bathroom. She was confused by the gritty substance on the window sill and brushed her hands off. Quietly she made her way into the other room, checking the beds to be sure there was no movement. She switched on her light and cupped it in her hand checking the floor for the bag. She saw a dark object on the table and stepped lightly toward it. Suddenly the floor squeaked and she froze. One of the mounds moved and mumbled something then went quiet.

Carefully, she opened the bag and withdrew the journal slipping it into her bag. Just as she was turning to go back to the bathroom, one of the figures sat up. She dropped to the floor and held her breath as he got up and went to the bathroom. She heard water running and eased toward the door hoping to get out that way. She was just pulling the door open when the water stopped; only pausing for a second she slipped out closing the door behind her only locking the door knob.

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It didn't take Natasha long to reach her safe house a couple of miles away. This was one of several she had through out the country. They were scattered so she would be able to use them when needed and not always have to deal with motels.

Opening the door, she turned off the alarm and went directly to her office to copy the journal and get it back before morning. Glancing at some of the pages really made her mind reel. There were newspaper clippings, sketches, notes and pictures through the book of things she had never heard of. The first page had the name John Winchester written on it. In a side pocket she found a couple of pictures of a family and one of just two boys. Flipping it over she read Sammy and Dean.

Making sure to keep everything in the same place, she began to copy being careful not to tear anything. It took two hours to copy all the pages and she knew she had to get the book back, but instead of going back into the hotel room, she was going to put it in the back seat of the car. This seemed far easier than trying to break in again and quicker. She slipped it into her pack and decided to jog back to the hotel.

Natasha grabbed her tool for opening car doors and ran out of the house. The night air was crisp, but not uncomfortable. She was back at the hotel in twenty minutes. Glancing around first, she slipped the piece of metal in between the car window and frame popping the lock easily.

The car door squeaked loudly as she opened it and laid the journal in the front passenger floor board then locked it back. Hurrying into the shadows, she made her way back to her house, anxious to read the pages she had copied.

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"Dean did you take Dad's journal out of my bag?" Sam asked looking through both bags again.

"No."

"It's not here. I know I put it in there last night at the restaurant."

"Maybe it fell out in the car."

"Keys?"

"Jacket pocket."

"Thanks." Sam said pulling out the keys. "Hey, have you been out."

"No why?"

"I know I chained locked the door last night and its unlocked now." Sam said looking around the room. "See anything out of place or missing?"

"Well both bags are still here; maybe you just thought you locked it."

"Maybe, I'm going to the car, but I'm sure I did." Sam said heading outside.

He opened the passenger back door and looked in the back seat where his bag had been, but didn't see anything. Frowning he looked in the front and saw something on the floorboard up against the dash.

"Find it?" Dean asked as he came back in.

"Yeah in the front floor board." he said slowly, frowning as he laid it on the table.

"What's wrong? I know that look."

"My bag was in the back seat, how could this have gotten to the front seat?"

"Does anything look wrong in the book? Is anything missing?"

"No, I don't think so," he said flipping through the pages. "But something is different, I just can't….wait a minute, it's too neat. Everything is in place, but like it has been gone through and put back." Sam said looking up at Dean.

"Pack, we're out of here." Dean said without hesitation.

They threw their clothes together and grabbed their bags. Dean went into the bathroom for their bags and noticed the salt line had been broken. He frowned as he brushed the remainder of the salt into the trashcan before heading for the other room.

"Salt line was broken, so someone definitely broke in."

"Who would taken it and why put it back?" he asked catching his bag Dean tossed his way and stuffed it in his duffle.

"No idea, but ya know, I don't want to be here to find out."

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Natasha sipped her hot tea as she slowly read the pages from the journal. Several times she stopped and reread entries. This was nothing like she imaged. There were stories of monsters and creatures she didn't have any idea existed. There was too much detail to the information for her to think it was fake. Now things were beginning to make more sense about Sam and Dean Winchester, they were hunters, but hunters of supernatural monsters. She was amazed that she had not run across some monster before now. There was so much evil in the world, it didn't surprise her that these creatures were real.

Her computer dinged loudly alerting that the Impala was on the move. She pulled up the program and checked to see where it was heading.

"Crap." she mumbled running for the bedroom to change clothes and grab her bag.

She scooped up the pages of the journal and stuffed them in her computer bag. Something fluttered to the floor and she reached down to pick up a picture of Sam, Dean and their parents. "Man!" she muttered, it must have fallen out of the journal without her seeing it. What she had learned so far had really peaked her curiosity about these two brothers and what they hunted. She was trying to figure out a way to introduce herself into their world.

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"Where we going?"

"I figured we'd make a stop at Bobby's and go from there." Dean said glancing in the mirror to check out the cars behind them, checking for any tails.

"I don't understand how or why someone would take it and then bring it back?"

"You're sure it didn't fall out of your pack?"

"Dean I didn't even have the bag in the front seat, there's no way it could have gotten there by itself."

"Yeah I know." Dean said frowning wondering what could be stalking them and how dangerous they were.

A/N: Thank you for deciding to take this journey with me. There will be highs and lows, twists, sadness and happiness. Hope you will enjoy, Please review, it only takes a minute.

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