Summary: Two female hunters join the Winchesters and Castiel on the quest to stop Lilith breaking the sixty-six seals. When the Apocalypse begins, the girls find themselves having to conquer their own demons as well as those walking the Earth. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Alicia Marie Ray and Katie Rose Newman.
A/N: HIIIII! Okay, this is a requested fic! I hope you enjoy it and I hope you like the girls!
Alicia's name is pronounced Uh-Lee-Sha, and this fic is set from sometime in the early stages of Season 4.
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We Will Not Fall
-One-
A large black '07 Chevrolet Silverado sped down the highway, the moon highlighting its blue, purple, pink and white art that decorated the sides of the vehicle beautifully. Alicia sighed as she looked out of the window, twirling her long dark brown hair around her fingers despite the soft locks being tied into a ponytail. She gazed over the landscape with her stunning dark green eyes, sighing yet again and twirling her precious claddagh ring which rested on her middle finger as always before looking to her best friend since childhood.
Katie had this look of utter concentration painted on her face as always and she gripped that steering wheel like there was no tomorrow. Katie had dark brown hair which reached her shoulders, styled with straighteners often but finished with products to make it look a little fluffy. Her fringe covered her forehead and reached just past her eyebrows, not quite covering her misty blue eyes which were focused intently on the road. She was a quarter Irish, and holy shit did she have that Irish temper on her. Sometimes it scared Alicia somewhat, but the look in her eyes wasn't angry. It was sad.
"Katie...it wasn't your fault." Alicia assured her, that amazingly loving and compassionate side of her coming through as always with the girl she'd always considered a sister.
The twenty-six year old sighed, nodding and casting a glance at her friend, taking in the way the moonlight reflected on her glasses.
"It was." She breathed, "I could've stopped it...I dropped the matches, Alicia..."
She sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter, taking out her hip-flask and taking a swig of the whiskey she kept inside it.
"It was an amateurish mistake and it almost cost a woman her life." She growled, "Shit, I've been doing this job since I was twelve, dude...twelve...and I go and drop the fucking matches."
Alicia looked back out to the road, Katie thinking of how she'd almost also cost Alicia her life. Alicia was a damn smart girl, and reacted quicker than Katie had ever seen her before. Had she not ducked when she did, her head would've been cut clean off her shoulders.
"M'sorry I fucked up." Katie mumbled, wiping a tear away that fell down her cheek, "Won't happen again."
"Sweetie, you didn't screw up..." Alicia told her, "It's okay. No-one died...we all got out okay. Don't worry about it."
And that's what Katie loved about the girl she considered a sister. She was so able to find the positives out of a dark situation, so able to provide the comfort and attention that Katie often needed. They'd been friends since Katie was four and Alicia was three, but were separated when Katie began to hunt. Alicia didn't know how Katie had managed to stay sane after being dragged into this life at such an early age.
She and Alicia were both now without their parents, Alicia having suffered the terrible event of having to cradle her dying mother in her arms. The twenty-five year old had only been hunting for seven years, whereas Katie had been for twice as long. Alicia had learned the job from Katie, but Katie knew damn well that Alicia could hold her own and was an amazing hunting partner.
There were times where Katie knew she couldn't have managed without Alicia or even survived without her and the two had decided to stick together. They made a great team. Katie was an expert with guns and knives, Alicia was an expert with books. Alicia was good at tactics while Katie was a good street and cage fighter. Cage fighting was always helpful for earning money as hustling pool was, which Alicia always handled well.
Both girls had amazing qualities that made them an effective team, and they were organised, keeping each piece of research from a case and their case notes safely in files, luckily that weren't too big to store in their archive they had at their apartment in Mitchell, South Dakota. The landlord was a former hunter and he knew that they travelled around hunting creatures that he couldn't hunt anymore, so he kept the place locked up and tended to if needs be, which the girls were grateful for.
"I need food." Katie said suddenly, Alicia chuckling in response.
"You always need food." She replied, Katie shooting her a playful glare.
"Come on, hot stuff...let's find a motel and then head out for some munchies, huh?"
"Hot stuff?" Alicia asked, Katie smiling in response, "Sure thing, Flapjack."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
The pair giggled, Katie turning up the radio as Smells Like Teen Spirit, one of her favourite songs, began to play through the speakers, Katie singing along and speeding up the truck as she did. She was tired and hungry, and soon she'd become grouchy and be unfairly snappy with Alicia so they had to find pizza or omelettes or even damn potatoes (which was Alicia's favourite food, the confession one time leading to a very confused expression from Katie) as long as her stomach got filled.
"Y'know something," Katie began, beckoning Alicia closer, "I'm in the mood for sex tonight."
Alicia laughed and took a sip of her Dr. Pepper, Katie chuckling in response. They were sat in a diner about five minutes driving distance away from their motel, the place decorated with light blue walls and a black and white checkered linoleum floor, blue, purple and green booths dotted about the place untidily. Katie was finishing her milkshake after a gorgeous bowl of strawberry ice cream, while Alicia was content to sip her drink after her bowl of chocolate ice cream, the treats well deserved by both young women.
"You're always in the mood, Katie."
"It's only 'cause I never get any." Katie replied, "Anyway, how was that hot shot you met last week in Illinois...what was his name now...? Oh! Alex!"
"Shut up." Alicia replied with a blush, "He was far from being a hot shot, okay?"
"Oh, come on!" Katie laughed, "So he had a few pimples and greasy hair!"
"He was eighteen!" Alicia chuckled, "Shit, I'd have been teaching him how to do it!"
"Okay, this conversation's getting gross." Katie said, taking a drink of her strawberry milkshake and sighing with a grimace, "Jesus, I'm fucking exhausted."
"We'll head back then." Alicia replied, "I need to catch a few z's myself."
The girls left some money on the table and sighed, heading over to Katie's beloved truck, Alaska, the name just sounding right to go with the truck. Katie stroked it's body gently, proud of her masterpiece, the amazing work she'd created on the sides of the truck and across the back. She even leaned down to kiss it, Alicia's voice cutting her out of her thoughts.
"And they call it 'Trucky love...'"
"Shut up, short-ass!" Katie grinned, climbing into the truck only to be followed by Alicia.
"Back at you, old-timer!"
The pair laughed, Katie driving them in the direction of their motel and parking with precision, climbing out of the truck and heading for the room. Their room had dark red walls and black carpeted floors, the ceiling graced with some ugly stain whilst the black decorations on the wall were splatted with red paint.
"Beautiful." Alicia chuckled, going to help Katie with their salt lines and other usual safety checks before the friends got ready for bed, Katie, as always taking the one by the door, "Y'know, I never realised how much you were like Dean Winchester until tonight."
"Huh?" Katie asked, "How so?"
"Well...I mean, you're both stupidly brave and protective...you're both more experienced, you both drive awesome cars, you're both in love with your cars, you both drink alcohol like its water, and you both have appetites the size of Godzilla."
Katie blinked at her friend for a moment before shaking her head.
"Well, you're like Sam...in the intelligence department I mean." Katie said, "He's smart but you're a fucking genius."
"Thanks." Alicia replied with a blush, her mind trailing to Dean.
She thought of him every day without fail, and even if they could never be, she'd always have happy memories of the times she'd spent with him.
As for Katie, she was a lone ranger at the moment. She didn't really care for settling with a man, just focusing on getting what she could because she had no idea if she'd walk away from her next hunt alive.
Both girls climbed into bed and settled for well earned sleep before taking a look for another case the next morning.
-TBC-
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