Chapter 2

Hunting was turning out to not be exactly what we had expected. It had been three weeks and we hadn't found a single lead yet. Dominica and i were stopped in a small town just outside of Oklahoma City trying to locate something, anything. I sat on my bed in the motel room and frowned at the book in front of me. Dominica had been researching everything about the supernatural non stop while we were on the road. She had checked out a bunch of books from the local library on the supernatural for us to use. I wasn't really a "research person", i was more of a "go out and fight person". I looked up from my book and groaned dramatically.

"Nica, i am so bored." I said. "Why don't we just go ask people if maybe they've seen anything strange,"

Dominica looked up at me from where she sat at the small dining table.

"Oh yes." She replied. "Let's just go up to the people in town and ask if they've seen any stray werewolves or bloodthirsty demons running around. Excellent plan, Ro."

I pushed my glasses up my nose, huffed, and stood. I walked over to the table and grabbed my laptop, wondering why i hadn't thought of using it sooner. Opening it, i quickly went to google. I typed in the name of the city we were in and 'strange happenings' and hit search. A ton of links began to pop up, but one in particular peaked my interest. I turned the laptop around to face Dominica and handed it to her. She examined the page and began nodding.

"Good work." She complimented. "This looks like a solid lead."

I preened at her words.

"It sounds like a haunting to me." I stated.

She nodded in agreement. Apparently people in a house on Main street had been dying in the oddest of ways for no reason whatsoever. It was definitely suspicious and worth checking out. We agreed to do a little more research into the building history before heading over there.

Dominica and i agreed it would be best to go at night. It gave us a better chance of not getting caught sneaking into the house. As we were getting ready to leave, loading our bags with flashlights and a few weapons, i noticed Dominica looking rather down. I walked over to her and nudged her shoulder with mine. She turned to look at me and i jerked my head to the side to ask what was up with her.

"I'm fine, Ro. I just wish we could be better prepared. I wish we knew more so we could be safer." She said, solemnly.

"We know enough." I replied. "We have each other's backs. We'll be fine."

With that said, we finished packing our bags and quickly headed off to the house. When we arrived we decided it would be best to split up and each search a floor of the house. I would take the first floor and Dominica the second. We nodded at one another and began moving. I tiptoed around the house, pointing my flashlight in every direction, searching for a hint of any strange activity. I heard the floor creak behind me, and turned back to investigate. I got the glimpse of a face, and then the world went dark.

I awoke to a massive, pounding headache. I recognized the feel of ropes around my wrist almost instantly. I really hated this habit of waking up tied to chairs that i had developed. As everything became clearer, i began to examine my surroundings. I was in a what seemed like a wooden shack. Dominica was next to me, tied up exactly as i was. This time, though, the Winchesters weren't in front of us. Instead it was a man(far taller than myself, with messy dreadlocks and dark skin) and woman(about my height, with long brown tresses and alabaster skin) dressed in black business attire.

The woman's head snapped up and glanced in my direction as i let out a groan. She stepped away from the man, and began to circle around us in a predatory manner. Her eyes flashed black for moment, and that's when i knew. We had been taken by demons, again.

"Well, well, well...I heard there were new hunters on the scene, but i didn't think they'd be so easy to subdue." She spoke in a light, melodious tone.

She held out her hand and motioned for her silent accomplice to give her a weapon. He picked up a smooth, silver knife from the table beside himself and handed it to her. The woman walked over to Dominica's still sleeping form, and picked up her left arm. The she sliced a clean line from her elbow, down her forearm, to her wrist.

Dominica shot up, now wide awake, and screamed as blood began pour from her arm.

"You silly humans bleed so easily." She laughed, moving away to watch my best friend bleed out.

"You bitch!" I growled, struggling against my bonds. "Let me out of these ropes and i'll show you how easy it is for me to make YOU bleed!"

The man began to chuckle. He walked over to me and placed his hand on the back of my chair, He leaned in close, so his face was only inches away from mine.

"You are in over your head, girl." He spoke, his voice gruff.

He motioned for the woman to give him the knife so that he could, i assume, cut me as well.

Dominica whimpered and i looked over to her. Her arm was still bleeding profusely, and i was surprised she hadn't passed out from the blood loss.

"Ro.." She murmured. "I…"

I shook my head at her. She would need to save her energy if we were to even think about escaping with our lives.

The man, with knife now in hand, grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.

"Where shall i cut you?" He asked. "Your arm, like your little friend? Or perhaps, your pretty face?

"Fuck you!" I spat, jerking away from him.

He let out another chuckle, squeezed my cheeks tightly, and then brought the knife up to my throat. Just as he was about to slice my throat, the door to the room burst open. Sam and Dean stood in the doorway, weapons in hand.

"Shit, it's the Winchesters." The woman hissed.

She shot a look at her partner and he nodded. The pair then threw their heads back and black smoke flew from their lips. The bodies crumpled to the floor after the demons exited them. The boys lowered their weapons, and then Sam moved over to the bodies on the floor. He placed his fingers to their neck and looked over at Dean.

"They're dead."

Dean nodded. The brother's eyes then flew over to us. I could only imagine the sight we were. Me with my dyed pink and blonde waves sticking up every which way, my glasses crooked on my face, dressed in a crop top and shorts, tied to a chair, my normally tan skin flushed; Dominica with her long black locks strewn in front of her face, a large gash on her arm, dressed in a jeans and a plain black tee, her usually tan skin a ghastly pale. Sam and Dean shook themselves out of their reverie and moved toward us.

Sam made his way over to me and quickly got to work on the ropes holding me down. Dean went to Dominica's side and did the same.

"We need to get her to a doctor." Sam said, jerking his head in Dominica's direction.

I nodded and stood up, rubbing my wrist to ease the soreness from when I had pulled against the ropes. Dean lifted Dominica out of her chair and carried her out of the room and, presumably, out to their car. Dean hadn't spoken once since they had arrived. I knew Dominica and I were in for an earful once she was feeling better.

Sam shut the door to the hospital room and sat in the chair to Dominica's right. Dominica had been patched up an hour ago and was looking much better.

Sam shot us a sympathetic glance as he looked over at his brother. Dean stood at the front of the room, his face a mess of fury.

"What the hell are you girls doing here? Huh?" Dean hollered. "I thought we told you to stay home and forget about all of this?"

I looked down at my feet, feeling slightly ashamed at Dean's words. Dominica, on the other hand, got upset and moved to get in Dean's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?" She snapped. "We're grown women, Dean. If we wanna hunt demons, we're gonna do just that."

Dean looked down at Dominica in shock.

"Oh yeah? Well look how great of a job you're doing." He replied.

He motioned to her injured arm. Dominica flinched at his words, and i moved to her side.

"Look, Dean, we couldn't just forget about all this. Also, there isn't exactly a way to train for this. We're doing the best we can." I explained.

I looked back at Sam with pleading eyes. Practically begging him to help us out.

"Dean, cut them some slack." Sam stated, lifting himself out of the chair and walking to his brothers side. "They're new to all this. We weren't exactly skilled when we first started."

"We started when we were kids, Sammy." Dean said. "And we were trained properly, by dad."

"Maybe we could, yknow, help them out. Take them with us for a few hunts and teach them what we know." Sam suggested. "They're gonna do this one way or another Dean. We might as well help them so they don't get themselves killed."

Dominica and I glanced up at Dean, trying our best to act sweet and playing up our puppy eyes. Dean eyed us warily and sighed.

"If, IF, we let you come with us you will follow all of ours rules. No objections, got it?"

We broke into matching grins and nodded rapidly. Dean huffed.

"Fine. You can come with us."

I let out a happy squeal and jumped up and down as Dominica pulled me into a hug and began to bounce with me.

"Don't get too excited guys." Sam said. "It's only for a few hunts."

As we came down from our jovial high, Dominica and I exchanged a knowing smile. Sam and Dean had no idea what they were in for on the road with us.