Harley Mae Davis and her baby brother, Caden Ryan, spent their entire lives saving people, hunting things, fighting to keep the nightmares at by. They've been fighting for so long, neither can even remember the last time they had a normal moment, continuing their mother's work, her legacy, her lifelong goal and ultimately, the family business that would one day lead to her bitter demise. With the 1977 Mercury Comet, packed with guns, knives, machetes, and more, and a journal full of lure, signs, symbols, warnings and general information of years of hunting. They made it this far – without dying yet.

It was like any other day, driving down the highway, on their way to yet another case. This time was different, this time it wasn't a mysterious murder or a possible haunting that sent them on their way. It was a frantic call from a family friend – Bobby Singer. A suspected Shape-Shifter wrecking havoc on the people of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The dynamic duel hadn't been to Tulsa in almost 15 years, not since they were too young to really remember it. With heavy hearts and memories of the last Shifter they hunted, they drove in a wicked silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

That case turned into one that changed their lives in countless ways. They're story begins on interstate 244. A story they wished they could remember better, just to understand what happened. Just to see how a normal case turned into their biggest fears.


"Why did Bobby call us? Why not send Sam and Dean after the shifter?" Caden complained as he threw his empty hamburger wrapper into the back seat of the car.

"Because they're tied up in a case right now, I guess. He said he'll send them out in a week if we need the backup," Harley said with a shake of her head. "Not that we've ever really needed their help before."

Caden and Harley were very experienced, very capable hunters, but they were young. And less crafty than the older Winchester brother. She could win big at a game of cards, but sucked with authorities. Probably because you don't see many almost 221 year old females as FBI agents. And Cade, him being only 17, and looking barely that, it was hard to keep up with the covers most times. Especially since they were both wanted in counties across the country for fraud and other similar charges. They always managed to make due with the resources they had and the limited access they were able to gain, but it always helped to co-pilot a case with the Winchesters.

The pair had become accustom to calling the Winchesters when things got weird. Caden, a skilled shot and a great tracker, was demon-illiterate to the point of no return. Though he try his best, research was never his cup of tea. Harley, on the other hand, was a brutal, killing machine, who always knew exactly what she was walking into, before walking into it. At least, up until now.

18 year old Caden hated the family business almost as much as he hated the demon that killed their father over 15 years ago. He pledged his life to the hunt before he even knew what it was he was hunting. His lifelong goal was to kill the bastard that sent their mother on a wild goose hunt, her two children left to chase after her, night after night, for years to come.

22 year old Harley, had a different goal in life. She enjoyed a good hunt, and loved the energy that a job well done put off. She loved every aspect of it, except the constant concern for her brother's sanity. She made it her mission to ensure her brother was always safe, no matter what the cost. Even from a young age, she was strongwilled and hardheaded, always eager to jump into things, not always considering the negative repercussions, as long as her brother made it out alive. Though she always had her head on right, she was callused. She hated the demons, ghosts, creatures she hunted, with a passion that burned brighter than the sun. She had a thirst for the blood of her father's killer to one day be on her hands. Murderous and careful, she led the life she was born to lead.

Tulsa, Oklahoma. A city out in the middle of nowhere. The pair had been meaning to return to Bobby's for a much needed break when he called and sent them 10 hours off course. Caden loathed the change of plans, exhausted from the last case they successfully finished only days before. Harley, eager for a break and a solid night's sleep, just wanted it to be over with, before she ran out of fuel.

"I hate Shifters..." Caden pouted, his head resting on his arm, which was rested on the side door. He looked a little pale, which sounded alarms, but Harley was too concerned with the case the let it worry her.

"So do I," she sighed. Shifters were never good news. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll just be a hoax this time," she added hopefully.

"When was the last time we turned up empty handed?" Caden muttered, his eyes half closed.

"I have to pull over," she gasped, a sick feeling suddenly washing over her. She tried her best to pull over with grace, but winded up slamming the brakes, pushing the door open at the same time. Her insides turned to ice, thick vomit pouring from her mouth before she had a chance to aim.

"Harley?" Caden asked softly, feeling sick himself.

"The sky," she moaned, her stomach churning again. "The sky."

Those two words were the last she uttered. The sky. The sky was filled with a thick, suffocating smoke, darker than anything they had ever seen before. Caden coughed, his stomach in his throat, acid burning his chest. Unlike his sister, however, he managed to find one of their many cell phones and dialed a number that was all too familiar.

"Harley?" a familiar voice came.

"No, Cade," he gasped, trying his hardest to keep his voice smooth, audible.

"What's up?" the raspy voice asked.

Overcome by a wave of nausea, Caden spit out the first words that came to mind, their co-ordinates and license plate, a code their mother had taught them years before, an easy way to find one another, or send for help when things turned ugly. " 36.15, 95.99. HAR 62K." The phone fell from his hands as he shoved the door open, coming face to face with the dark, deadly smoke.

It took the Winchesters three days to reach them, no matter how fast or how many shortcuts they took. Dean had realized without a doubt, exactly what Caden had said over the phone, and having hunted with the pair before, he knew Caden wouldn't give an answer like that if it wasn't urgent. Dean was worried for the safety of the two young hunters who had, on so many occasions before, been like family to him and his brother, Sam. He knew it was their duty to make sure they were alright, especially with a call as urgent as the one that still burned at the back of Dean's mind.

"Look," Sam pointed, his eyes locked on the black Comet. "What were the plates again?"

"HAR 62K" Dean responded, pulling over behind the car. That was when he caught sight of Harley, laying in a crumbled heap, beside the car, bloodstains on her mouth. "Shit," he muttered, reaching behind him for his gun.

"What do you think happened?" Sam asked, slowly approaching the car.

"I don't know, but Cade sounded pretty scared when he called," Dean replied, moving a bit quicker than his brother, eager to ensure that both the young hunters were still alive.

A moan came from Harley's side of the car. She stirred slightly, gagging, her body heaving against the pavement. That made both older men jump into action. Sam went quickly to Cade's side of the car, while Dean crouched next to Harley.

"She's burning up," he called softly to Sam, who was pulling Caden into his arms. "What the fuck happened?" he muttered.

Dean picked Harley up, her thin, weak body dangling limply in his arms. He'd never witnessed her looking so frail, so wounded in all the years he'd known her. She didn't show weakness, not when she could help it. He pitied the crumpled mess in his arms, but that didn't stop him for wrinkling his nose at the sour stench of vomit that covered her body.

Sam carried Caden over to the Impala and laid him in the backseat, propped slightly so their was room for both him and his sister. Caden looked better off than Harley, but showed no signs of life either. It worried the brothers, because whatever had gotten to them, got to them with unforgiving force.

The pair decided the safest place to take the two was Bobby's. He'd be able to help. Dean, unhappy as ever, complained about the sickening stench the entire 10 hour drive there.

When they reached the house, the first thing they did was clean up the two, in hopes it would revive them, with no such luck. Hours were then spent researching anything that might explain the deathly silence, that might give them a clue at what had happened out there, on Interstate 244.


A/n;; Highway to Hell is the first book in the Harley Mae Chronicles. 22 year old Harley Mae and her 18 year old brother, Caden, have been hunters for as long as they could remember. They were skilled, but sometimes, even they made mistakes. When a mysterious black smoke infects the pair with a demonic sickness, they are forced to face their greatest fears. With the help of the Winchesters and Bobby Singer, they just might make it out of this one alive. But when Harley is struck with an impossible decision, she has to choose between her brother's life or a lifetime of torture in hell. Follow Harley Mae as she faces impossible odds, in Highway To Hell - Harley Mae Chronicles, Book 1.

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