Hunter Academy

Summary: With the number of deaths by demons and other supernatural creatures on the raise, it's time to train a new generations of hunters. Hidden from mainstream society, Hunter Academy has been established to train up and coming hunters to eventually join the fight between demons and humans. It will take hard work from the students and patience from the experienced hunters teaching, but eventually they could become an army to be reckoned with.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, however the idea and the OC characters are mine.

1. Welcome to Hunter Academy

She didn't want to be here, lugging her heavy bags up the marble stairs. She didn't want to be in a place where no one trusted each other. A day hadn't even gone by and she already missed her cozy town of Bowling Green, Ohio. She didn't need to learn anything else about being a hunter—she had been doing just fine helping the northern Ohio area between going to classes at the university.

But of course Mom jumped at the opportunity to send me off to become a "better hunter",she scowled. I was doing just fine. I'm okay fighting angry spirits; I really have no desire to mess with demons. But of course her pleas to her ex-hunter mother fell on deaf ears. By time her mother told her about the school the fees where already paid for, so there was no way she could back out. The school looked to be originally built as a residence hall for a college; however its location was questionable. It sat in the middle of a thick wooded area—its clearing only big enough to park a few cars. She couldn't tell if the building was once a large college dorm or was built specifically to be a secluded place to train hunters of the supernatural.

She decided she didn't care why the building was built, and shifted her thoughts onto who the heck decided to make the building have six floors and no elevator. When she finally made it to the fifth floor where her room sat at the end of a dark hallway she was out of breath, but relieved to see her room empty. She was unsure if she was getting a roommate or not, and she was hoping that she wouldn't. The last thing she needed was to share a room with a complete stranger.

"Um, excuse me?" She heard accompanied by a short knock behind her. The door was already open letting the girl walk into the room. "Are you Rori-Michelle Khace?"

Rori held back a sigh. So much for not having a roommate. "Yes, I am."

The short blond smiled. "I'm Seanna, I was told I would be your roommate."

"Oh, I didn't know I would be getting one."

"Yeah, I asked one of the teachers downstairs," She replied, moving to put her duffle bag on the bed on the left side of the room.

Rori made a sound of recognition before continuing to unpack her clothes. Seanna seemed normal enough; actually she didn't seem like a hunter at all. The girl walked in wearing a navy Kate Spade dress—Kate Spade of all things. Seanna looked as if she should be working in New York at a fashion company rather than in the middle of nowhere at hunters school. Rori glanced down at her jeans and tank top, feeling underdressed beside her roommate; but she quickly reminded herself that she was here to become a better hunter, not to worry about fashion.

"Rori-Michelle-"

"Rori."

"Huh?"

Rori turned from organizing her desk. "Just call me Rori."

"Oh, okay. Well, I was just wondering what you know about this place."

"Other than the fact that this place is apparently supposed to make us better hunters, absolutely nothing. My mom knows the lady who set this school up, but she never really went into detail about her. The only thing I know is that name is Rose Hathaway and she apparently is an amazing hunter."

Seanna hummed in thought, before saying: "She must be good if she created a school." She continued placing clothes (with designer labels no doubt) into her dresser. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been a hunter?"

"About five years give or take," Rori replied, finishing up her unpacking. She didn't bring much with her—only clothes she would need, toiletries, and a few books. "You?"

"About two months, going on three."

Everything makes sense now, Rori thought, raising an eyebrow. "Two months?"

"Yeah, it's a long story."

Rori shrugged it off, not feeling like having an in-depth conversation anyway. However, it bothered her that the girl had barley any experience. It wasn't normal that twenty-something young adult would suddenly jump into hunting with no guide. But, Rori had no room to judge Seanna, so she let the matter fade to the back of her mind. Just as Rori was lying down on her bed, ready to take a power-nap, a loud and sharp alarm came from the hallway. It reminded her of the sirens that tolled during tornado drills. Following the noise was an announcement, stating: "Will all students please come to the main hall."

"So much for taking a nap," Rori muttered, quickly running her figures through her wavy hair in attempt to make it look presentable.

"I wonder how many people are here," Seanna said as they exited their room. "I mean, this isn't your regular boarding school that parents ship their kids off to."

The pair walked down to the main floor, following the steading line of students to the large lecture room. They sat as far off to the side in the middle of the room—close enough to pay attention, yet easy to leave the room if something where to happen. The lecture hall was filled with hunters in a matter a five minutes. Rori assumed that many were armed out of either habit or they believed that demons would have the gull to attack a school of trained hunters. There were about fifty—maybe sixty students present—but together under one roof they were like a small army.

"I feel so out of place," Seanna shifted beside her. Rori glanced around, noting that everyone, including herself, was dressed for comfort and efficiency—not to look cute. Looking cute slowed you down. Seanna tugged at her dress nervously, "I drove here right after work."

"You're new," Rori said, trying to calm her roommate's nerves. "You'll get the hang of things."

Seanna flashed a grateful smile, before turning her attention to the front of the room. The chatter that had consumed the room just moments before died down to silence as a woman in her mid-forties took the stage. Her walk and posture was filled with confidence—her very presence demanding respect.

"Hello, I am Rose Hathaway," She began, her British accent carried around the room. "I have created this school to train and instill knowledge into up and coming hunters. Many of you only deal with a few ghosts here and there, but others of you have seen the real threat. You've seen what demons can do and how they can destroy lives. You have seen vampires and werewolves, and you know had damaging they can be to a community. Many of you have gotten into this lifestyle to protect others from these vicious creatures, while others simply want revenge for the people they have lost. Whatever your reason is to be a hunter you will need to know what you are up against. You need to know the backstories of these creatures and what makes them tick. Because if you don't, you might not have time to do your research later because you'll be dead." Rori leaned back in her chair, listening to Rose's speech. The woman was blunt and to the point which she admired. Rose was passionate about wanting them to learn and better their craft. "Now, many of you have come to the school with partners while others have only worked alone. In this business it is better to work in pairs and if necessary a four-man squad. It all depends on the task at hand. For right now, until you have found who you work best with your roommate will be your partner."

A few gasps and groans were heard around the room. Rori had to fight to keep her own reaction in check. She considered herself a skilled hunter. How in the world was she supposed to partner with a girl who had only been hunting for two months? And what's to say if she had actually been hunting? Was she hunting vengeful spirits or other creatures such as Wendigos? Above all, she didn't think she could partner with someone she couldn't trust. She knew nothing about Seanna, and though she seemed like a nice girl, she seemed like a risk to have on a mission.

Rose ignored the protest. "Classes begin tomorrow at 9am and your schedules are in the packets you should have picked up on your way inside. If you did not pick one up then when I dismiss you I suggest you go get it. Inside is all the information you will need to get yourself around the school and town fifteen minutes away. Dinner will be served in the dining all in an hour and meal times are all posted outside of the dining hall. Please, remember that you have paid to be here so I suggest you make the most of your time here." She then swiftly walked off stage, not bothering to answer the questions that were flung at her as she passed.

"Well, this should be interesting…" Seanna nervously commented, following Rori out of the lecture hall and up to their room.

"Very."

Seanna twisted a strand of hair around her finger; blue eyes watching Rori sink down into her bed in exhaustion. "Look, I know I'm new to this whole thing, but I'm willing to learn. I promise I won't slow you down."

Rori couldn't help but feel bad for Seanna. The girl probably thought she was walking into a school for newbies like her, but what she found was mainly hunters who have a year or more under their belts. Instead of looking at Seanna as a burden, Rori tried to look at her as someone who needed a mentor. "If you're open to learning then you'll go far." She looked at her Kate Spade dress, "First thing you'll need to do is remember to dress in something you can easily move in. I'll admit your dress is cute, but not practical."

Seanna nodded, giving her full attention to Rori. For an hour she listened and mentally noted all of the tips Rori gave to her. Rori knew what she was talking about, which was the only reason why Seanna sat and listened to her advice. She knew it would take time, but she wanted to start thinking of Rori has her partner—someone she would need to rely on. She had to make sure she had all the knowledge e and training possible in order to protect herself and everyone around her.

"Well, dinner should be served in a few minutes," Rori said, looking at her cell phone. "We should probably get down there before all the food is gone."

Seanna agreed, pulling on an orange tank top. She stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of their door trying decide if her jeans and t-shirt was appropriate. She was about to walk back into a room full of hunters and she wanted to look the part. "Does this look okay?" She was surprised to hear Rori laugh. She didn't think that the girl's hard exterior allowed such a sound.

"Is it comfortable? Do you think you can run in that?" Rori questioned. Seanna nodded in reply. "Then your fine! Don't think about it so much."

"Alright, then…"

Seanna followed Rori back to the main floor and to the dining hall. She wanted to believe that she was cut out for this lifestyle. That she could save other people to make up for the fact that she couldn't save those closest to her, but when she looked out at the sea of people who have dedicated their lives to not only hunting simple ghost, but also creatures that were more powerful, she felt like she would never belong.

"Hey, there's a few empty seats at that table over there," Rori said, bringing Seanna out of her daze.

"Okay, let's go get them before their gone."

The pair sat at a table with two other's—two brothers named Zack and Justin. Rori was able to easily talk to them, the three exchanging stories and experiences. Seanna sat quietly, having nothing to contribute to the conversation. She decided to simply observe her surroundings as she munched on salad. Usually she would have had a burger and fried for dinner, but she didn't think her stomach could handle it. She was already nervous being in a new place—she didn't need her stomach to disagree with her because of it.

"Did…did it just get colder?" Rori commented.

Seanna looked at her strangely. "No—"but then she felt it. The sudden drop in temperature could not be missed at this point. Seanna could see her breath as she exhaled out of her mouth; and the worried and scared looks on the three other's around her said it all—something wasn't right.