Hey! I'm Button, the author if this story. Its my first and thanks do my lovely friend and Beta, Bloodstainedlove, This story had already been posted...But now its in my hands. This is my first story and i would love some Reviews! tell me what I'm doing right and wrong! I would love to hear from you! This story takes place in Season 2. I hope you like it!
Disclamer: I don't own Supernatural..or anything other then Helen and Cassy but I'm working on that!
Cassandra and Helen stared as they watched the large wooden house burn. Smoke, ashes, and people swirled around them as the stared, transfixed, at the blazing glory.
"That was sweet." Cassandra grinned, her large violet eyes shining in the fire, light.
"Sure was." Helen laughed, earning funny looks from the paramedics and police around them. "Well, looks like its time to head out. Ya know, before the police decided where more guilty then we look."
"Agreed." Cass yawned, "Im beat. Let's find a nice place to stay."
About an hour later Cassandra and Helen exited there black Volvo, staring at the boor of there motel room. Cassandra pushed forward and unlocked the door while Helen just stared.
"Where staying in this?" Helen grimiest.
"Come on sunshine." Cass made a face "one of the perks of the job."
"Perk, yeah." Helen ran a hand through her long black hair and rolled her chocolate eyes. Picking up the backpack she had been carrying, she followed Cass inside. Helen or 'sunshine' was 23 years old with a major in teaching. She had grown up in St. Louis Mo and was half native American. Her caramel skin and sleek black hair gave her an exotic look. Her small figure also added to that image. She was shy and smart, but a bit judgmental and high maintenance.
"Hey Sunny!" Cass called, sitting on one of the beds, "they got free breakfast!" Cassandra, born Megan and Cass to friends, is Helens best friend. She is 26 and wild as the wind. She changed her name shortly after the death of her parents at the age of 20. Her short blond hair and strange violet eyes makes her easy to pick out in a crowd. She's loud, rude, and very shoot first, ask questions later and very cheap.
"Whatever." Helen rolled her eyes, surfing the net on the laptops they had stolen a few towns over. "Her Cass, check this out." She turned the computer around, pointing at the screen. Cass read aloud.
"3 persons missing from High Water Trails, just out of town. The police are unable to find an explanation, but believe the 3 teens to have been drunk and gotten lost in the vast wooded area around the trail." Cass looked up at Helen, who shrugged. Cassandra and Helen may look and act like your normal, everyday girls but they have a secret. Both Cassandra and Helen are Hunters, fighters for the human's side in the real war against evil. "You think it's a job?"
"Well, it could be." Helen shrugged. Helen was new at this. She had started only 2 years ago, when her boyfriend was possessed and killed his parents and almost killed Helen. Cassandra was the one to save her and agreed to take Helen as a student in the hunter's ways.
"Well check it out in the morning." Cass yawned and settled into her bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. Helen watched her for a second, and then shut the computer. Cassandra's story is unknown, and she plans to keep it that way. All anyone knows is that she began hunting at age 10, self-taught. No motives as fare as anyone could see. Her family was in-tacked and her life was good. Then one day she just appeared, hunting and killing like a pro. 10 years later her parents die in a plane crash. Helen couldn't see how the death of Cass's parents was related to her talent hunting or the young age she stared at but people had a habit of grouping then together.
"Night Cass." Helen mumbled before she too fell asleep. Back at the check in Desk, Two men thank the pretty red-head at the desk and slip into a black '67 Impala. The car purred to life as the boys drove towards their room. Parking next to an old black Volvo they exited and pulled their things into the dusty old motel.
"Im tellin' ya Sammy." The shorter man yawned as he set his things down on a bed. "I think I like this town more and more." He grinned, remembering the receptionist.
"Dean, lets get some sleep." Sam, the taller one, rolled his eyes. "We have a job to do, remember."
"Yeah, Yeah." Dean waved away his concern. "night…Bitch"
"Jerk."