Chapter 1
After about an hour or so of walking , I saw a strip of black top between the trees. As I neared the road I heard sirens in the distance, looking to my left I saw the tail lights of an ambulance come and round a corner.
"Well, might as well see what's going on. Ok dez, let's see if I still got it." I said to myself as I lifted my feet off the ground and flew in the direction that the ambulance went in.
It was as I was nearing a small Glen that I saw it parked on the side of the road, a midnight black '67 impala. As I was watching the car , the drivers and passenger side doors opened, and two men stepped out. Both were in what looked like cheap suites, one was about six foot and had short Brown hair, the other was at least six foot four with shoulder length light Brown hair.
"You sure this is one of ours Sammy?" the shorter of the two asked
"I think so Dean, there have been, at least 12 murders in the last month." the taller one said
"How is that one of ours?" the one I'm assuming is called Dean asked
"Just the numbers as well as the fact that it happens in a one to two week period." the one called Sammy replied
As I was listening to them talk I was putting two and two together. *wait black impala, two guys in suits named sam and Dean, fake fbi badge and licences. HOLY SHIT! I'm in supernatural!* I thought
I watched them walk over to an officer and show her their badges as the introduced themselves as agents Young and Johson. *Yep deffinantly in supernatural, only Dean would use pop culture references.* I thought as I transported myself a few miles down the road, where I saw a small dirt cut off. Once there I flicked my wrist changing my clothes into a Gray pants suite, my silver hair darkened back to the black/Brown color it used to be. The duster I wore shrank to a normal leather jacket, my combat boots transformed into a pair of booties. I flicked my wrist once more and in a puff of aqua smoke a black Chevy equinox that looked like it just came off the set of criminal minds appeared.
I pulled up behind the impala, and parked the suv. As I exited it I placed a standard issue gun on my right hip, and walked over to where my "colleagues" were.
"Excuse me miss, but only authorized personal are allowed past the tape." the officer that Dean and sam talked to stated.
"Agent Katrina Reid from the BAU. I'm with agents Johnson and Young." I said as I showed the officer my badge.
"And no I am not the inspiration for Dr Reid." I continued as I stepped under the crime scene tape.
Upon hearing their aliases names Sam and Dean looked over at me, confusion on their faces, as I walked over to them. *Ok Dez breath, now all I need to do is find some way to show them I'm a Hunter and can be trusted. I know, I grabbed my I phone and sent reservations for two adjoining rooms, at the Hilton. Knowing that my notification tone would say it all.* I thought as I stood across from them looking at the body.
I crouched down to get a closer look at the body. "What do we got?" I asked them
"Listen lady, we don't know you, so back off!" Dean snapped at me
Ignoring him I looked up at sam, arching an eyebrow, silently asking him the same question.
"Its a 23 year old woman, who died of 'old age'?" sam said
I moved the girls face to the side and on her left cheek was a hole about the size of a quarter, and it was infected.
"What the hell?" Dean said as we looked at the girl.
"Hello boys." my phone said in Crowley's voice.
I pulled my phone out and confirmed the reservations. I looked up at sam and Dean, who were trying to find Crowley .
"Sorry about that boys, but that was our reservation confirmation for the Hilton ." I said as I flipped my phone around to show them.
"Who are you?" sam whispered
"I'll explain everything at the hotel. Please trust me on this."I said as we walked back to the cars.
"Ok but try anything, and we'll end you." Dean hissed
"I would expect nothing less." I said as we got into our cars and drove to the hotel.