Serenity Angel:Hi there!! I seriously couldn't help it. Never ever put Supernatural fans on haciendas. I was thinking of doing one later on, but the lack of Supernatural on CW produced it. It might be a little hard to understand now but it will be easier later on.

Well here it goes but oh wait…

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters except well the characters that shall be mentioned or introduced in this chapter!

Oh and as a reminder, this story starts in the transition from the Bloody Mary episode to the Skin episode in the beginning of season one.

Enjoy!

Hi there. My name is Mikaylah Elizabeth Henders and I'm a hunter. No I'm not talking about hunting game and deer and animals in general. I hunt demons. Yeah that's right I said demons. You see what most people don't know is that the things that go bump in the night are alive. The monster in your closet are real and the stuff the "experts" say are myths and urban legends are truer than anything else you'll ever believe and can be as close as the person living next door or the little old lady down the street that's been widowed for 15 odd years and gives out the crappy candy at Halloween. I'm one in the small community of people who know the truth and keep you, the normal people safe at night, or at least as safe as you can be. In this "business" you have to get in some way or another, right? My mother was killed by a demon when I was a baby and ever since we we're able to hold guns, my father's been teaching my twin brother and I how to kill these sons of bitches and send their asses packing straight back to hell. But I guess it was always a one sided teaching since he worked more with my brother than me, but my brother and I couldn't be closer.

You'd think that most people would want to get out of this life and have some kind of normalcy. When it comes to me that's only 1/4 right. I wanted to be a hunter and kill the thing that made my brother and I grow up to be this way. I wanted to help people and save lives. I want to save them from ever living the life I do, from ever having to see the truth. I guess when it comes to my father he disagrees. In his eyes I'm just not good enough. When it comes to Joseph Anthony Henders I'm just a burden and part of the reason my mom is dead.

Yes to him my very existence is the reason Laura Anne Henders is dead. At least besides the demon killing her. You see he never knew that my mother was having twins, even though she was buying two of everything and she was bigger than the normal pregnant woman. She told him it was just incase or it would be for her parents' home. But on my brother and my day of birth he got the shock of his life when I came out 10 minutes later. It was even more shocking to him that the day he found out we were going to exist. He loved us all the same he said, but after my mom's death, things change. He never voiced his opinion but I always knew. I always knew he blamed me for mom's death and I will always stay the blame, besides the demon of course. He'd show it in little ways and try and play it off, but it never worked. We argued a lot when I was old enough to stand ground and fight for myself.

That left the only family I have to be my big brother Mark Gabriel Henders and I didn't mind one bit. They say if your twins you naturally have a special bond, but when it comes to my brother and me we could have been born 15 years apart and still be extremely close. He stuck by me and always protected me. He would teach me what my father wouldn't and take me out on hunts without my father knowing. He was all I had left in the world. So when I had the hugest argument with my dad and ran away, I knew it shook him up pretty bad, but I couldn't live with someone I know didn't want me. I had decided to live a normal life and went to Stanford. Yeah I was the egghead in the family it seems. My brother had the smarts too, it's just that I'm the one that actually puts them to use. But he found me and followed me. It only half surprised me when I found him watching TV in my apartment one day. Scared my roommate half to death. From then on though we always stayed in contact and he was my only source to that life I left behind. He took me on hunts every once in a while to keep me in practice and made sure I kept my grades up.

You'd think living two lives would be hard, but for me it was as easy as walking in the park. A demon infested, dramatic park. It really wasn't that hard. My friends knew the important parts about my relationship with my brother and "father". They also accepted his coming out of no where style and just taking me for a weekend or night or the occasional week. Usually I'd say we went to a concert or what not. They also accepted his over protectiveness when it came to me and would act as a spy for him every now and then, especially if it came to dating. There was only one guy he liked that was around me and that was my best friend. Mark would tell me every now and then that he would have made a great hunter if he knew the truth. He didn't know how right he was.

Back in those days my life was finally they way I wanted it. But then of course, all good things must come to an end. My brother was trying to get me to go on a hunting trip in a small town near Colorado, but with talk of midterms coming up that week I didn't want to dare take the chance. I promised him that he could take me out on any two hunting trips at anytime to ease the blow. Who knew it would be the last thing I ever said to him. He was killed in that job. I had felt it before anyone told me. I had lost a part of me that I knew I would never get back. From the descriptions I got, it was the same demon that killed my mother. It broke my already fragile world apart again and I broke down. I didn't go to any of my classes and didn't talk to any of my friends. I was alone in this cold dark world and not even they could bring me out of it. I couldn't take it and without a 24-hours notice I dropped out of school and haven't talked to my friends since.

It seems however you can never truly know your best friends or who they accept in to college anymore. All you truly know is that this small world is getting even smaller and hunters are every where, even when you least expect it. This is where the true story begins, where I found out another small fact about a person close to me. Who would've known?

Evangeline, Louisiana

The black Chevrolet Impala pulled up to the dark, abandoned and rotting house in the back swamps. It was a cloudless night with only a sliver of the moon out. The man in the passenger's seat looked out the window to the house. In all honesty it looked about ready to collapse. Perfect for the things they were hunting.

"Ready Dean?" the man said.

"Is that a trick question?" Dean countered and answered by opening the driver door of the car. Sam followed the suit and followed his brother to the trunk of the car, keeping a trained eye on his surroundings. Dean opened the trunk and propped open the hidden compartment of arsenal within it. Dean handed Sam the double barrel, .45 and an extra case of bullets for each gun while taking the same for himself. He grabbed a couple of flashlights and tossed one to Sam, who was making sure his guns had full rounds. Sam caught it swiftly in mid-air and turned it on, welcoming the familiar glow. They moved swiftly toward the house and cast the flashlights over the grounds, making sure the enemy didn't give them the element of surprise. While shining the light something caught the corner of Sam's eye and he quickly pointed the flashlight and his .45 at the object.

"What is it?" Dean asked alert and pointing his gun at the same direction Sam did looking for what Sam was aiming at.

"A… car?" Sam half stated half questioned. Dean lowered his gun and rolled his eyes while his brother moved toward the car that was parked near the trees. It was a black Dodge Hemi, which seemed to be in mint conditions from what they saw from the glow of the flashlight.

"Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all." Dean commented on the car. However, he new what this meant. It meant that someone else was in that house.

"Guess we go looking some where else Sam." Dean said as Sam was inspecting the car. He was half listening before, but when Dean hinted leaving he looked up.

"Dean we can't do that. It could be a civilian in there." He said. Sam took another glance at the car. There was something oddly familiar about it but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"You heard what Bobby told us. He said that there was another hunter working these parts as well, and whoever it is, is pretty damn good." Dean said pocketing his .45. "Why should we get in their way?" Dean asked him. Sam was still observing the car.

"Yo, Earth to Sammy. Wanna marry it or something?" Dean asked snapping his fingers to get his younger brother's attention. Sam snapped his head back at Dean, confused and forgetfulness written on his face.

"Dean. Lets go in." Sam said. He didn't know why but he could swear he'd seen this car a multiple of times before, and probably it's driver.

"Sammy did you just hear a word I said?" He said looking at his brother. Dean had never seen Sam look this lost before and over a car.

"Yeah, yeah I know, but maybe whoever's in there could need our help." Sam said.

"Sam we-" Dean was cut off by a muffled gunshot that came from the direction of the house.

He looked at the house and then Sam before starting off towards it. Sam followed, gun at the ready. The front door was already wide open and the boys just walked inside. The house looked worse than it did from the outside. The stench of rotting fish and corpses hung in the musty and cobwebbed filled air. Not one piece of furniture was in tact and the already ripping wallpaper had claw marks on them. The walked cautiously through the living room, the floorboards creaking with every step. In the distance they heard muffled noises, like someone was fighting. The sounds got louder as they went through the kitchen, where they found a door with a stairway leading downstairs, to the source of the noise. They looked at each other and Dean took the lead, gun at the ready, Sam taking the rear.

They made it to the bottom of the stairs quietly, letting their eyes adjust to the dim light of the large basement. What they saw made them a raise an eyebrow. Corpses were strewn everywhere, some showing signs that their necks where broken. A couple had double barrel bullet holes in there foreheads. Someone had done some serious damage to the demons, or whatever these supernatural entities were.

They suddenly heard a small whimper and turned to see a decomposed corpse wearing tattered clothing and it's mouth gaping open advancing another figure that was being held back by another corpse that was still decomposing. They cold tell because they could see part of its skull and brain missing and it looked freshly dead. The figure that the other corpse was holding looked to be a girl wearing a hoodie and she was struggling against the corpse restraining her. Her hood was up; covering her face from view, but the boys could see that she was about to become food for the corpses because the one that was advancing was right near her and about to bite.

Without hesitation Dean raised his gun and shot it in the head before it could attack the girl. Seeing an opening, she elbowed the one holding her and threw it over her shoulder and Sam shot that one as it hit the ground. Before the girl could look at her saviors who were on her right, a fresh group of corpses came from thin air on her left and started advancing on them. The boys attempted to go towards the girl but were attacked and separated from each other by two corpses they didn't see. Dean was pushed to the far side of the basement.

He landed on some of the corpses that were already out of commission and used his double barrel as a barrier between him and the one trying to taste his flesh. For a juicy skeleton it was freaking strong and Dean was struggling a little. He managed to overpower it by a little,knock it off and shoot it in the head. He got up and shot the one was about to go for Sam.

He checked on the girl who, to his shock was fairing well. She had found a machete and was slicing heads off. She was definitely a hunter. Sam was making his way over to her, thinking somewhat otherwise. He shot one that was about to attack her from behind, startling her and making her cut the corpse in front of her in half from the torso. Sam got fully behind her and shot anything that was within three feet of them.

"Get out of here now!" he told the girl was barely paying attention looking for something on the ground and not at him.

"No!" He looked at her when she said this, her voice a distant echo of the past.

"Not yet!" She looked to her left and seem to find what she was looking for and went after it while a bullet whizzed pass the back of Sam's head and into the forehead of a corpse.

He looked to where Dean was, aiming near him. He crossed the distance between them, Sam meeting him half way and shooting anything come near them. The girl had headed toward one of the bookshelves on the far left side of the basement and suddenly tripped, the machete in her hands going in to places unknown and landing flat on her stomach. She looked back to see the corpse she had cut in half clawing at her leg and using it to pull himself towards her. She struggle against its grip, trying to kick it with her free leg before it could bite her and grabbing for the object under the bookshelf.

Sam had taken notice of two corpses heading in one direction and saw that they were heading for the girl who was in the grip of one of the corpses. He shot the one holding her in the head, giving her the boost to grab the object from under the bookshelf and in one swift motion shifted to her back and shot the on coming corpses in the forehead, the force of the shots knocking them a few feet back, ending the last of the corpse army. Everything was quiet except for the three's heavy breathing.

The girl, whose hood was still up looked around gun aimed at anything that would move. We she found the close clear she put her head to the ground a hand on her forehead. Just then another corpse came out of nowhere above her and let out a high pitched sound between a scream and a squeal. Before the boys could even lift there guns she had shot it in the head sending it falling the opposite of her. She got up after that, her hood falling from atop her head and dusted herself of a bit.

She looked at the corpse she just shot and nudged it with her toe of her boot. The boys watched her as she nudged the few near her making sure they were completely dead, looking like she wanted to pop a few more shots into them, her back turned to them the whole time. After officially making sure they were dead she let out and audible sigh.

"Hey nice shooting there." She said addressing the boys.

"Thanks for the-" She had turned around to face them, smiling a bit but when her eyes landed on Sam she froze, the smile erased and replaced with a look of total shock, like she was staring at a ghost. Sam returned the favor, mouth a gape. Dean looked between the two with raised eyebrow. It was becoming seriously awkward as no one said anything.

"Sam?" the girl said after a while, her voice tight with emotion.

"Mikaylah?" Sam finally managed to blurt out. Then it was quiet again.

"You know her?" Dean asked, a little bewildered himself. No one answered his question however, and the silence continued.

"Uh, hello? Earth to Sammy and chick?" Dean said waving a hand in his brother's face trying to break the never ending silence and get his attention. Sighing he went over to the girl and stretched out a hand.

"Hey there. Seems my brother forgot that he's a smartass." She jumped a little, like she just realized he was there too.

"My name's Dean Winchester." He said stretching out a hand and smiling his trademark grin. She took the offered hand with her empty one and shook it firmly.

"Mikaylah. Mikaylah Henders."

To be continued

Serenity Angel: Well how did I do? I think I could've done better with the fight scene but you tell me. Oh and yes I know the spelling on Mikaylah's name is wrong (supposed to be Michaela) but I want it that way for a reason. Expect the next chapter out real soon too. Please review! I enjoy criticism. Gives me something to tell my therapist (just kidding) Anyways let's end this with a poll…

It may help with the writing of this story in small ways (hint hint). Or it could not be related to the story what so ever and I just wanna know your opinion.

Poll:Who's the better hunter? Sam or Dean? And I mean in the fighting of Demons and other bad asses. Well that's it for now. See ya!!