Hunting for you Chapter 1 - Prologue
AN: Hello, fanfictioners! So in the spirit of my desperation over finishing all the seasons of supernatural I came up with a fanfiction idea that wouldn't leave my head. More like I came up with an OC who I fell in love with and wanted to write about because I LOVE creating original characters in my head. I'm just trying this out, I'm not that good of a writer so bear with me. I hope this doesn't suck :)
Nebraska, 2004
I never expected this case to turn out to be so damn fucked up. Hunting freaky things since the age of sixteen makes a person kind of jaded. Only the things that are truly crazy seem crazy.
This case wasn't even supernaturally crazy. Just a common ghost. What is surprising, is the fact that someone is trying to help themselves to my case. In fact, at the moment they are helping themselves to the right to point a gun at me.
I know for a fact that these two men are hunters. Every hunter has that 'I have seen things that can't be unseen' look in their eyes. This situation must be handled with care or else I might just get shot. I want to die awesomely, definitely not from being shot during some random misunderstanding.
"Let's not do things we might later regret, okay. Do you really want to shoot a fellow hunter? I think not, let's team up against this ghost." I say calmly and give them an iffy smile.
A look of recognition passes the older man's face "You're McDonnell's little girl, aren't you? You look just like your old man, with the hair and the accent and all. How's he doin' by the way?" he asks.
I give him a sad smile. Even though I don't appreciate being told that I look like a man, I know that he means well. "Dad got killed a few years ago. A vampire." I said and the guy's shoulders fell "Well, that's a damn shame. He was a good man. Put that gun down, Dean." the younger lad (Dean) lowered his weapon and offered me an apologetic smile for pointing a gun at me.
"So have you got any leads on this ghost?" Dean asks and I smirk. I'm way ahead of them.
"Yes, before you two came in here to fuck shit up, I got a nice look at our Casper the unfriendly ghost. I think I know where he's buried." without another word I start walking toward them. Actually I start walking toward the door, they're just blocking it. I really didn't want to work with these two dweebs, it would just end up being awkward.
Gesture with my hands toward them when they seem to not understand that I want to exit the door and they should get out of the way. When they finally realize, I walk out of the front door and to my car to put away my weapons.
I see another car parked next to mine, an old Chevy Impala. It looked damn sexy, but I must admit that my car was somewhat more efficient. Normal cars take up much less fuel than old cars of awesomeness. That lessens the need to stop at gas stations and I can move around faster and it's also harder to trace me. Nobody notices Toyotas, but classic cars tend to draw attention.
The men have followed me out of the house, I see Dean cringe at seeing my boring undetectable car. I assume he is one of those men who love their cars and name them, wonder what the impala's name is. I got the brief image in my head of Dean kissing the car, too disturbing.
I turn around to them, we need to clarify this case thing. It may be a boring case, but it's still mine and I won't let them take over for me. I need to start what I have finished.
"So I assume that you're going to skip town now, right?" I ask hopefully, already predicting their answers because they look like stubborn people.
"Yeah, as soon as we finish this case." Dean smirks, taking joy in annoying me. I let out a sarcastic laugh "Nice try, this one is mine. I'm sure there are plenty of other cases you could do. Go on, I can handle this by myself." I tell him and he shakes his head.
"How about you leave and we'll stay here and burn the bones. Or we can work together." from the wagging of his eyebrows, I see that us working together could also be seen as a sexual innuendo. Yes, he seems like a sexual innuendo kind of guy. I wag my eyebrows back at him and see him smirk.
I smile at him as alluringly as I can while I undetectably open my car door and then, when he least expects it, I get into my car and drive off into the sunset. Figuratively of course, since she sun has already set, actually I'm just driving towards the ghosts grave.
I never expected hear the name Winchester again, or that they would play such an important role in my life.
AN: This is just the prologue, so I didn't go into much detail about the character here. I'll try to introduce her to you all smoothly as I go along with the story because that's just how I roll. I hope this was okay. If you liked it, go ahead and review. I'll consider any suggestions and I really want to get a conversation going with you all :) I'll update again as soon as possible.