Hey everybody! I'm here with the remake of Lets Play Wizard, I really hope you like this story because I do:) (Also, if you didn't read Lets Play Wizard, you don't have to, theres nothing in that story that you need to know for this one.)

NOTE: I know nothing about the USA, I had to do research to figure out the locations for this story, and if something is inaccurate I will issue a formal apology for my Canadian-ness. (Get it c;)

I usually have trouble naming chapters so I've decided to name these after songs. If you recognize one, leave review, maybe it'll become a game to guess which band I'm talking about. Also if you feel like it, listen to the song on Youtube and see why I decided to use it for every particular chapter.

I'm happy to get this story on the road. I really hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Holding On To You

November 7, 1978

The two young people had been together for so long. Truthfully, It had been only about forty years, but for them, they've been together for an eternity. For the both of them, they could not remember a time without the other. They were constantly on the move, constantly selling and buying houses. Now, they had just settled in to an apartment in Wells, South Carolina. Now, they danced on their apartment floor to the sound of Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 21. The older one, Lou, was leading the dance. Her partner, Travis Russell, didn't have any idea how to lead or how to dance in any way, so the woman decided to go ahead.

As they shifted their balance and moved around the room, Travis constantly stepping on Lou's feet, Lou told Travis a story. It was an old one, dated back to the 1800's. The story of how she came to America.

Travis had heard the story maybe five times before, once when Lou had explained it to him in 1936, and several times after. Travis loved hearing the story. She had an incredible life to retell over and over again, all her adventures on the path she took to get to America. Whenever Travis was feeling tired, Lou would repeat it, adding in little quirks and comments here and there.

"It was 1832 when I first heard about them, you know what I'm talking about, the hunters. They had no mercy; they killed without blinking an eye. Not just monsters, they killed everyone who stood in their way. The war was still going on, you know, the first Egyptian war. People didn't know how much longer it would last, and some people couldn't take it," she paused and looked at her dance partner, Travis was looking down at his feet in an attempt to dance properly.

She continued in her tail, smiling whenever Travis stumbled or stepped on her feet. While Lou recounted her life story, Travis ran his fingers through her straight light blonde hair, combing it down until he reached the end, which was about half way down her back. The two of them swayed around the room, knowing that this would be their life, the two of them would be together forever, for eternity, they had vowed they would.


33 years later

Dean had eaten two burgers and drank four beers before he found something that could possibly be a case.

It wasn't much, two people had gone on a vacation to Cheyenne, Wyoming to see a rock concert and they had gone missing. This sort of thing happens often enough for people to not make a big deal out of it. The odd thing was, people reported seeing them at the concert, and then suddenly they had disappeared, almost out of thin air. The witnesses had said that, being a rock concert, it's hard to keep track of the people in front of you, but one moment they were there, the next they weren't. The story had barely gotten any interest, but Dean had definitely noticed it.

As soon as Sam entered their motel Dean was grabbing his jacket and duffel bags explaining what he had found, in ten minutes they were on the road, Sam still confused on what the hell they were doing. Dean was anxious to get on a hunt, like old times, he didn't want Sam to pick at the wall set up in his brain to prevent his memory from Hell, he wanted everything to go back to the way it used to be. Of course, he had no idea what he was getting into in Cheyenne.


"It just seems like he's trying to get my attention," Lou whispered. She was looking at the reports about the missing people. It was happening in her current home of Cheyenne. Travis was making himself a grilled cheese sandwich, paying no attention to the other person in the room, which was Lou. As Lou reread the small article over and over again she became more convinced of what she already had suspicions of.

She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and stood up, Travis was just sitting down, and he had just taken a bit of his sandwich when the two of them made eye contact. One frustrated by the article, one happily eating deep-fried cheese and bread. In one dramatic gulp, Travis swallowed his bite of grilled cheese.

"Yes?" he said, standing up so he was level with the older person.

Lou shook he head, "I hate you," she muttered.

Travis just about took another bite of his sandwich when Lou put her pale hand in his, which was only slightly tanner. Travis looked up at her with his deep brown eyes.

"Remember those men I met on the beach in Egypt all those years ago?" Lou asked.

Travis nodded, curious of where she was going.

"Well, you know I stayed with them for a long time, we lived together, and all that. You also know how in 1925 we stopped living with each other and went our separate ways, having decided we didn't need each other anymore… Well, I think they want to start again."

Travis stared at her for a long time, truthfully only about ten seconds, then he said, with obvious confusion in his voice, "They want to move back to Egypt?"

Lou practically imploded on the spot, "We left Egypt for a reason Travis! Even though the hunters must have died long ago, they might have sons and grandsons and great grandsons and all those so no, I meant they want us to work together again, so, live together again."

Travis nodded slowly.

"But… you live with me, and I'm human," he paused "Well, pretty much."

Lou nodded, "We went our separate ways because we didn't need each other anymore, I don't see what's going on that we need each other now," she seemed to be deep in thought, so Travis just took another bite of his sandwich.

"It doesn't matter though," she added.

Travis raised his eyebrows in a question.

"The fact that you're human, you're still immortal so you can come with me to rejoin with Bast."

"Bast?" Travis asked.

Lou scoffed, "You have a terrible memory. That's what we called ourselves, not sure why we needed a name, but we called ourselves Bast, the Egyptian goddess of cats. It was a joke at the time because Rex always said how we should rob people and be like cat burglars. We never did, of course, but we still played tricks on people and messed up their lives a little."

Lou sat down on the table as Travis finished his sandwich, both nursing their own thoughts.

"Aaron would be the one trying to get us back together," Lou said randomly, "He was always sort of the head man. Not sure why, though."

After maybe one minute there was a quiet knock on the door.

Lou furrowed her brow; she glided like a wolf across the floor to their front door. After looking in the peephole, she glanced at Travis and muttered something he didn't catch at that time. In a couple moments he would figure out she had said, "Speak of the Devil."