A/N: This is a Supernatural story written by both myself and my friend Lauren. It started off as any other of our stories, but we never imagined we would actually finish it, and then continue it as sort of a series. Usually we grow bored of stories we work on, and then just stop and start something else… but this one we've decided to stick with it until we run out of ideas.
Before you say anything, yes, this story involves two sisters that are hunters. Cliché, I know, but hey, it's our story, and we are proud of how much we have written on this.
FYI, the first four chapters are how the Blackwood sisters meet the Winchester brothers. After that, the story becomes sort of a spin off of the end of the second season of the show. Much of those parts are copied pretty much word for word, except for when we changed things around for our chars. After the ninth chapter, the story gets back to normal. There are a couple of places here and there where we copied things directly from certain episodes, because it is important for our storyline, but the majority of the story is our own creation, obviously.
Due to the eighty something chapters (homg insane right?) we have so far and counting, I will be posting chapters a couple at a time every weekend (well, every weekend that I have internet) so that you guys will have time to start reading it, and also for a little bit of suspense.
So, to wrap things up. Hunters that are sisters, they meet the Winchesters: chaos, romance, and comedy ensues. Spin off from the second season. Enjoy!
MYRTLE BEACH, SOUTH CAROLINA
It was mid-April, and on the sandy beaches of anywhere on the east or west coast, you would find young adults everywhere, spending their spring break partying, laying out on their multicolored towels in the sun, and playing around in the ocean.
Jason Gilmore was sitting on the sand, wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and flip flops, drinking a soda as he took a time out from volleyball, watching his friends play instead.
The waves crashed against the shore, spilling over the sand and depositing pieces of shells and strips of green kelp that resembled tendrils of hair onto the damp sand. The volleyball was spiked by one of the over zealous boys and it bounced on the packed sand before rolling into the pale foam of the waves. One of the boys cursed and pointed a tanned finger toward the ball that was bobbing in the shallow water. "Jason! Jason, get it!"
The ball was floating toward a group of large rocks that were protruding out of the ocean. Upon the rocks, there was a slender female wearing a pale loose dress that resembled a nightgown. One of its thin straps had slipped over her bare pale shoulder and her wet black hair was spilling like ink about her face. The gown was bunched just below her hips and spread across the rock, exposing her long, slender legs. Her ample breasts were nearly spilling over the lowly swooping neckline of the garment and she was bent forward just slightly, her black eyes focused on the ball as it drifted closer and closer toward her feet, which were dangling over the edge of the rock into the shallow water.
Jason rolled his eyes at his friends, reluctantly standing up from the towel and stepping across the sand. He broke into a slow jog as he approached the shore and looked out to see the young woman. He waved an arm to get her attention. The woman lifted her eyes and looked at him, her full lips turning in
a smile as she lifted her hand and gave a small wave to him. She looked down at the ball that was floating near her feet and reached down for it, scooping it out of the foaming ocean. Smiling, she looked back up to Jason and held the ball in his direction. "Is this yours?"
Jason chuckled, kicking his flip flops aside and then stepping into the shallow part of the water with his bare feet. "Yeah, that's mine," He smiled.
The female grinned and beckoned to him with one hand. "Come closer and I'll give it to you." She said over the soft crashing of the waves. When he came close enough, the woman stepped off of the rock into the water, which came up to their hips. Smirking, she took a step backward into the deeper water. "Just a little closer." She said playfully, holding out the ball toward him.
Jason arched a brow and smirked. "Alright then," he winked, taking a couple steps before her, wading in the water as it grew deeper the further he walked.
The woman continued to drift backwards until the water was up to their chests. She then allowed him to catch her and gave a soft, musical laugh when his arms circled around her. Dropping the ball, she took his hand and smiled sweetly before sharply yanking him down beneath the water.
At first he thought it was just a game, just a part of the young woman's idea of flirting, but when she pulled him deeper, and he couldn't pull free, he realized this was no longer fun. He struggled to get away, but she pulled him further down and towards the deeper waters of the ocean.
SCOTLAND
Oshea Blackwood's eyes rolled back slightly into her head as her lashes fluttered over them. It was as if she were the one drowning instead of the young man. She could smell the salt, could feel it burning her nose and the back of her throat. It was raining outside and the water was pattering against the windows of the old castle where she and her sister lived. Sweat was beading on her forehead as she convulsed on the bed. Ella Blackwood was roaming the halls of the castle when she heard something that sounded like a struggle from inside her younger sister's room. She quickly pulled out the blade from her back pocket and stormed into the bedroom, only to see that her sister was alone. She dropped the knife and appeared quickly by her bed. "What is it, sis? What do you see?"
Oshea grunted and gagged, closing her eyes tightly as she fought to speak. She knew that she wasn't really drowning, but the visions were always so real and vivid that sometimes she forgot she was simply seeing what was happening to someone else. "The ocean," She coughed out. "The waves are crashing above me... the sunlight is filtering through the water. There's a boy in the water, he's drowning." Tears gathered in her eyes and began to ease down her cheeks; it was all so familiar. Just like their little brother. "He... the boy is...struggling... he's so scared. Someone is pulling him down."
Ella looked at her sister with worry, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Do you see what's pulling him down? What else do you see?" She hated that her sister had to go through this.
Oshea took in a few shallow breaths. "Oh god... Ella...," She groaned and coughed, writhing on the bed. "It's her... it's the same one who took Christopher." Abruptly, she jerked up into a sitting position, taking in a sharp breath and gasping. The vision was gone and once more all she could see was darkness. "He's dead... she killed him..." She said, beginning to sob softly, her shoulders trembling.
Ella held her for a moment, and then pulled her away, looking at her tear stained face. "Could you tell where it was?"
Oshea clung to her sibling for a moment before nodding slowly. "Um...," She brought one of her hands up to her very pale eyes and brushed some of her tears away. "South Carolina... the United States."
She said quietly. "He had a hotel keycard in his pocket... Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. He was staying at a place called the Sea Mist Hotel."
The older sibling sighed. "I guess we're going to South Carolina, then."
