This story is set in the same world as supernatural, but Sam and Dean will not be the main characters in this. Instead the main characters are two women hunters who don't know each other until fate (ahem Bobby) forces them together. This is my first fanfiction so I would appreciate any constructive criticism. Also if you would like to request a monster or demon to put in my story I will try my hardest to accommodate it if I can make it work. And even though Dean and Sam aren't the main characters I plan in having them in here at some point. ;)

Kyra

I flopped down onto the musty bed of yet another cheap hotel room and sighed in exhaustion. Another day of fighting monsters, demons, and ghosts and I was ready to throw in the towel. I had been doing this way to long and it was starting to show. Bags seemed to be permanently tattooed under my eyes, and I didn't have enough energy to even start cleaning off the blood that covered me from head to foot. I fell asleep the way I was and didn't wake up until almost a day later.

When I woke up I should have been concerned by all of the blood I had probably lost, but I didn't have the energy to care. Even with all the sleep I had I could barely drag myself out of bed, but I finally got up and tried to make myself look presentable. I scrubbed blood out from under my fingernails and patched myself up as best as I could, slapping a few bandages on and puling my hair out of my face. I was on my last set of clothes that hadn't been destroyed. Then I went outside and threw my duffel bag and pile of weapons into my truck.

I checked out and started driving; I didn't have to think about where I was going the route was branded into my head. I knew my uncle Bobby would be able to talk some sense into me, and help me figure out my next target.

From the huge city of Detroit I had been in to South Dakota took over ten hours, but when I finally reached the end it was like reaching the end of the proverbial tunnel. I felt relieved, I wasn't going to have to sleep in a crappy hotel room or live out one bag. Uncle Bobby stood at the front door of his little house looking gruff like normal. I got out of the truck and walked slowly to the door. "You idjit, how many times have I warned you Kyra that you need to find another hunter to work with," He said gruffly. I smiled and hugged him, while he roughly patted me on the back.

"I took care of the all of the murderous ghosts that were hanging out in Detroit, all by myself I don't need anyone's help." I heard him mutter, "Of course you didn't." He led me into the house and grabbed me a beer, then sat down next to me. "Just because your old partner died doesn't mean you can't get a new one." I sighed, "I don't need a new partner I do just fine by myself." I looked around the house to see that hardly anything had changed

I couldn't keep my eyes open so I walked towards my room, the familiar light blue room that I had practically grown up in. It was exactly the same as I had left it six months ago, messy ass hell and dark. I had forgot how much I loved this place, but then remembered all of the terrible memories that I had from this place. Every happy memory was shaded with hints of darkness.

I pulled the rug on the floor off to the side and lifted up the floorboards exposing the space underneath. I threw all of my things in it and grabbed new clothes from the closet that hadn't been ruined by blood, gore, or claws. I put the boards and rug back burying my life for the time being. I went over to the closet and pushed all of my good clothes to the side to see the safe in the back. I punched in the seven-digit code and double-checked to make sure everything was how I had left it. I grabbed one thing and added it to the things I planned on bringing when I eventually left.

For some reason even though I was still tired my head couldn't stop working. Thoughts ran through my head at a million miles per hour, I knew that my last job had come way to close to killing me, but I didn't have time to sit down and interview people for the job. Most hunters either worked alone or already had someone they worked with. Whole families even occasionally worked together, but I just couldn't think of working with another person, I had been doing the lone wolf thing for a while and it had been working. I finally lay down on my bed and made my mind go blank, then fell into the dark abyss.

Alex

I woke up to a strange man lying beside me, the sad thing was this was not the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. I could barely remember what had happened last night; all I knew was that it had involved a lot of drinking and maybe a few games of strip poker. I just had to hope that that was all that had happened.

I tiptoed around found all of my clothes that had been thrown away in the blur of last night. Then tiptoed out without saying goodbye. I was a little sorry he hadn't been that bad, but all good things had to come to an end. Right as I got to the bedroom door he started to stir, he turned over and smiled at me sleepily, I couldn't even remember his name. I just waved and walked away, I could hear him trying to follow me but I ignored him and walked out of the house in only my bra and underwear.

I jumped into my beautiful black 1979 Pontiac Firebird and sped off not looking back. As I drove I threw on some clothes and tried to focus, Bobby wanted me to check on a town that he thought might be having some demon problems. I owed him a few favors so I wasn't going to say no, and I didn't have anything better to do. He had told me to go to Milwaukee, Wisconsin and that had been it. He had sounded preoccupied so I hadn't pressed him for details, but now I had to figure out what this was all on my own. It wasn't that far away I had been in Green Bay helping my Mother with a pesky boggart. I was waiting for her to finish up and then we were going to meet back up for the next job.

When I arrived I stopped into a coffee shop and grabbed a newspaper to try to figure out what I was looking for. I ordered a small coffee and a muffin trying not to show how hungry I was as other people's orders went by my table. A series of murders at a club downtown were on the front page and the minute I read the description I knew I was on the right track. There was barely any description even though there had been three murders already. I asked for my check and went to go do some investigating of my own.

The club was named Kiss of Death,and from what I had learned form my laptop it catered to people who were obsessed with vampires. People came to find others like them and pretend to be creatures of the night. "Blood" was served nightly and crazy vampire costumes were expected. It was sad how obsessed people were with vampires and werewolves these days, they had no idea what they were really like.

"Special agent Ashley Chouinard," I said flashing my fake FBI badge at the first cop that tried to stop me. He stammered and then quickly moved out of my way. After that I didn't have any more problems people moved right out of the way when I walked by.

Kyra

"I have a job for you," I looked over to see Bobby reading one of his multiple newspapers, "You're already trying to get rid of me," I said jokingly. He didn't smile back, "I can't watch you try to kill yourself anymore, get out he yelled. Then stormed out without even waiting for me to speak. I stood there shocked then ran to my room and started stuffing everything back in my bag. I ran over to the linen closet and pulled a bunch of boxes of ammunition out. Then I threw it all out into my truck, jumped in, and sped out of the driveway making rocks and dust fly everywhere.

After I had cooled down I pulled over and looked in the glove box to find the envelope with the map that would tell me where my next assignment was. When I saw that I was being sent to Wisconsin I rolled my eyes, "Really you hate me that much," I yelled to no one. When I got back in I noticed that the envelope hadn't been the only thing Bobby had left. A small wooden box with intricate carvings sat in the glove compartment. It looked strangely familiar but I didn't open it, I wanted to get as far away from here as possible before I worried about anything personal. There was a newspaper clipping that told me about a series of murders. I had to do a little reading between the lines but I already had a list of possible culprits for the attacks.

I checked into the first cheap hotel I could find and started researching the case. The newspapers hadn't told me anything other than the location of the murders. I decided to go see the first two victims and then see the newest crime scene.

Alex

I found the detective in charge and asked, " So what's the story on this one?" A young girl lay off to the side, dead, and the first thing I noticed were the two puncture holes in her neck. She was also wearing a short red corseted dress and fishnet tights. Also she had on sky-high heels and her makeup was dramatic and dark. "I'm officer Provost," he said shaking my hand, "No one told us that the FBI was getting involved in this case."

"Some red flags came up from the first two murders so I was sent here, if you need to confirm that here's the number." I handed him a small business card with a number that Bobby would answer and pretend to be my superior if necessary. The officer nodded then led me over to the body. "We are guessing right now that she was killed at about one this morning, but we aren't sure, there weren't any witnesses that we have been able to find yet. "

"How do you explain the marks on her neck?" He looked over and laughed, "You obviously haven't seen the weirdoes that come here, any one of them could have decided to become one of the things they worship. They're all crazy it's a miracle this hasn't happened sooner." I had seen enough, it was time to go see the other two bodies.

Kyra

It was easy getting past the coroner once I introduced myself. It wasn't hard to tell he hadn't seen a woman up close in a while, and he definitely hadn't talked to one either. He took me to the bodies then stuck around trying to be helpful, like a little lost puppy. I finally had to send him to get me a coffee so I could take a look by myself. The minute he left I got to work examining each body it had stopped being gross to me years ago. Both were female, and had two puncture wounds on their necks in approximately the same area. Other than that I couldn't see anything abnormal. There weren't any marks on them, and the expressions on both of their faces were happy. This didn't match up with anything that I had ever experienced. There was something off about the whole thing but I couldn't seem to put my finger on it. I left right after I got the files on the bodies, I needed more information and I knew where to go.

Alex

"We don't have a lot of people from the FBI come and visit us here." The coroner said tripping over himself to help me in any way I could. He was short and already starting to bald, but he was cute in a nerdy kind of way. I smiled and said, "Well that's a good thing isn't it."

"Well actually today we are very popular you're the second FBI agent to come see the bodies." I tried not to show my surprise; either there was a real FBI investigator hanging around or maybe another hunter. Either way this was going to be problem.

I checked out the bodies as the guy bobbed around trying to be helpful. There were marks on the neck and the bodies were drained of their blood it didn't take a genius to figure out what had done this. I took the coroner's reports to take with me and decided my next stop was the club.

Kyra

I parked a few blocks away from the club at around nine; it had been closed until further notice and everyone who had been investigating had left. I picked the lock on the side door and quietly slipped into the dark. I turned on my flashlight and started poking around there wasn't anything really unusual, only the fact that this was supposed to be where "vampires" came to hang out. The club was a warehouse that had been redecorated for partying.

The whole place was painted black, and behind the bar were bottles of fake blood. I looked up to see where the strobe lights and speakers were bolted. Nothing looked out of place soI went down a hallway to the back of the club where the interesting things most likely happened. I almost tripped over one of the markers for the crime scene, and then when I tried to back up I practically stepped in dried blood.. I moved back down the hallway and looked at the whole area. There were small puddles of blood on the floor but other than that nothing, no signs of a struggle. I was completely sold on the vampire theory yet, but I didn't have time to contemplate that. I heard a loud bang from the front of the club and pulled out my gun. I turned off my flashlight and slowly started back the way I had come. I could hear footsteps coming closer. I pointed the gun straight ahead and turned the corner.