A/N:

I know, it's a little slow and short but I'm new at this. Learning as I go so please positive and negative critiques if you got em. I'll try to have a new chapter up every few days. Hopefully Ill get better as I go. Enjoy.

P.S

I know this story might not follow the usual format but I wanted to do something new. No challenges or anything like that. Just pure off the top of the dome. Facts and such are surely incorrect but hey shrugs.

pps.

I'd like to think this isn't necessary but, yes the OFC is black. shrugs

New Orleans, Louisiana
2013

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Jolted awake from the same recurring dream I've had for the last 24 years, I reach over the Taurus 9mm with a handle that's almost as worn as the bible beneath it to hit the snooze button on the alarm. Every night I set that alarm, and every morning it's the dream that wakes me, not it. Old habits die hard, I guess. I pulled back the sweat stained covers and swing my legs over to slip my feet into my favorite pair of bunny slippers. Although not the most fashionable item that I own, it gets the job done. I pull the pony tail holder from my bed hair of shoulder length curly pitch black hair only to pull it back into a secure top knot before kneeling down on the mat beside my king sized bed to offer up my morning prayers.

"Thank you Lord for keeping me safe through another night and waking me up for another morning. Forgive me for the my past sins and my future ones. Continue to guide my hand towards the right path and lead my feet towards the better one. Keep my friends to my back and my enemies in clear view. Amen."

Sure, probably not the most common prayer, but its got me this far.

Depending on the night before, my morning prayers are usually the same, simple and to the point. It's only the rough ones were I have to go more in depth the next morning for. Fortunately, last night's hunt went without any problem. Just your average ghoul, sometimes tricky and sure as hell strong. But I've been at this for a while. As they say, this ain't my first day at the rodeo.

Once finished with my prayers and after 10 minuets of meditation I walk towards my walk in closet to change into light blue Nike yoga pants, a white sports bra with the same logo in the center and black running shoeswith the matching light blue Nike check.

I admit it, I try to limit my vices but I can't fight my addiction to over priced clothes with catchy name brands.

Pausing to do a mandatory once over in the floor length mirror in the hallway on the way to the door, i take the time notice of the figure before me. It's a luxury that I haven't had for a while.

At 5'3, fun size comes to mind, pair that with an angelic face that's adorn with sky high cheek bones and big ol' doe like honey brown eyes, one would mistake her as non threatening . It's one mistake some lost their lives over. The smooth brown skin that's two shades darker then her eyes curtesy of the mixed heritige of West Indie and Creol that cover her muscles barley concealed their deadly potential. Topped off with a humble set of generous curves, she was fun sized indeed. Not that anyone had been able to enjoy her attributes first hand lately.

At least, not for pleasure. Pain's a different story, and almost as fun.

With a heavy sigh and a final check to make sure my hair was secured, I turned from my reflection to exit my flat to walk down two flights of stairs and stepped out onto Carondelet street. I pull out my iPhone and scroll through my music before settling on Lee Fields and The Expressions before stretching out the kinks. I liked to take advantage of the early mornings when people are either still sleep, nursing a bad hangover, or are just getting in, to jog and clear my mind for the day ahead.

After a quick 30 minuet run I complete a set of crunches and squats to cool down before re-entering my flat. Once inside, I head back to my walk in closet and push aside my winter coats to unlock my weapons cache with the key that's constantly around my neck. I take note of each weapon to make sure there isn't any leftover monster goo that needs to be cleaned off.

Happy with the reassuring smell of gun oil and being able to see my reflection in my collection of knives, I turn to my wall safe to key in the pass code and reach in to retrieve my three work phones. I check each one for voicemail and text messages before I put all but one back and close the safe door and weapons cache. I grab the towel hang on the rack of door and walk into my room to sit on my bed before listening to the message again.

"Hello..hello? Antoinette, where the hell are you? I've been calling your phone non stop for the last three months and im getting damn tired of only getting your answering machine." The person takes a deep breath. "Anyway, I' got some interesting news pertaining to your hometown Monroe. There's been a lot of activity going on up there lately. Of the Devious kind. I'll be at the same ol' stomping grounds when you get the chance. You know where. Bye love."

Monroe. The name brings up plenty of feelings, but none of them the feeling of home. The message couldn't help but stir up past memories of the little girl in my dreams, but before thoughts could delve deeper, I quickly stand up and make my way towards my bathroom.

I can't afford to think about those dreams, or that little girl. I've fought hard to stay active. To do anything else would mean that I would have to remember that fateful day.

I would rather repress as much as I can and take my frustrations and pain out on demons and the monsters that go bump in the night.

So, back to the task at hand, I hop in the shower and turn the heat on full blast. Once out, I commence with the usual beauty regiment that consist of moisturized skin, light make up, a more purposely messy coiffed top knot, and pre-planning all the places on my body I can store a arsenal of weapons. With every hair not in place, I pick out an outfit of distressed cuffed boyfriend jeans, a comfortable white t shirt, and brown 5inch sandals, with the finishing touches of a turquoise necklace and a pair of simple gold hoops. With a light spritz of body spray, carefully concealed knives in their sheathes and my Taurus 9mm nestled in the small of my back , I grab my vintage army coat and I'm out the door. First stop Borideuxs.

I take in the sight before me as I pull up in front of Borideuxs bar. A shack that always seems to be falling apart, and yet, it still stands. Crumbling yellow paint, black shutters that are askew and barley hanging on, and a single wash of blue paint over the door way with cracked pots on each side filled with decaying flowers. Before I open the car door to my vintage black mustang Shelby gt350 with white stripes, I reach over the stick shift to open my glove capartment and pull out my journal. I'm not sure if every hunter has one, but I know that for me, it's my life line. Filled with entries from pass hunts and the beasts I've run up against over the years as well as contacts I've encountered along the way. With my journal in hand I make my towards the bar to meet an old friend.

It takes of while for my eyes to adjust to the darkened atmosphere, but once they do they land on a familiar face sitting off to the left side at the back of the bar. Borideuxs is as old as it is pretty, just like Ruby Mathias is as loud as she as mean. I don't mean just the volume of her voice, though there is that too, I'm talking about the splash of combating color that starts at the blue beehive wig on the top of her head and works its way down past the neon green poncho, apair of pants the same shade of green covered in pink flamingos and ending with hot pink galoshes on her feet.

"Antoinette Marie-rose Labeau! I never thought I'd see the day that the only time I'd lay eyes on you is for a job. Where the fuck have you been? And have you lost your ever-lovin mind?"Ruby huffed while standing up to place her hands on a generous supply of hips.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Ruby. I've just got back from dealing with some nasty witches in Massachusetts and a persistent ghoul here last night in a local cemetery." I said with a grimace while rubbing the the back of my neck."I meant to call you once I got home." I added as an appeasement to her harsh tone and stern look.

"Mmhmm, and I'm sure It took you all of three months." Ruby said with a knowing look. It didn't. "Just so you'll know, I wasn't sure if you all was going to be in the vicinity, so I called a friend of mine to see if he had anybody that could take a look at the bounty of shit going on in Monroe."

"Yeah you see, about that- wait what?" I started before I caught her last sentence. "You called them back right? I don't want any shit for brains hunter coming to step on my toes Ruby"

"Now just hold one minuet honey. I called him over a week ago and he already got back to me after just a few days. Whoever he got is already on their way and he assured me that they're professional in every sense of the wor-"

"And just who did you call?" I asked cutting her off while at the same time raising the infamous eyebrow that has slain many bullshit slingers as well as pick up lines.

"Garth." She replied with her eyes cast down. If anyone was as mean as Ruby, it was me. I learned from the best after all. And the same person that taught me how to cut through the bullshit as well was standing before me with a look guilty enough to make even a kitten cry. Luckily enough, I for sure as hell wasn't no kitten.

"Garth." The name alone held everything that I was feeling, but to make sure she understood I continued. "Garth. About ye high?" I demonstrated with my hand held above my head. "The same man with the song Freak Me by silk on his answer machine?" I could have stopped there, but I was on a roll."The same man that hid the keys to my car just so I would be stranded with him that time we were in Salt Lake City for that roogala incident? Same man right?"I asked. My voice rising with each word.

"Yes, that Garth."She stated then got a look of determination when she tried to turn the guilt trip tables back on me."But as I recall, I called your dumb ass about twenty times before I buckled and reached out to him miss thing. So, yeah." She finished, this time with a look of triumph.

Okay. She had me there.

I should have brought all my phones with me. But honestly, I wanted to be off the grid for a little while. My dreams have become more insistent over the last year and with each night I close my eyes, more and more is revealed. I've been doing everything I can to not focus in on what those dreams obviously want me to, who that little girl really is. Me. Try as I might, memories of that day keeps slipping through. Memories of that little girl's whole world being swallowed up by the earth beneath it and being sucked straight to hell. She never got to the count of ten. Just as I was about to stress over the issue, the foreboding sound of bell biv devoe came blaring through the bars open windows.

"Ah shit." I said while sending a hard look towards Ruby.

"Be nice." She said with a grin. "You know as much as I that even though he's a little touched in the head, he's as competent as any. Even more so."

And then, in walks my worst nightmare. With a big smile plastered across his face to add insult to injury and his arms held wide open.

"Netty! You're looking fioone as always." Garth proclaims with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows before turning towards Ruby. "Ruby my dear I see you're still as beautifully colorful as a peacock." To which she has the audacity to blush, but not before glaring at me trying unsuccessfully to hold back a snort.

"Garth, what have I told you about about calling me that?" I asked. Making sure the eyebrow's in place.

"Uh, only behind closed doors?" He said almost hopefully. I roll my eyes.

"Not on your life bucko." I said while patting his cheek. "Now, if I'm going to be forced into this, then I'd rather we get straight down to business." Turning to Ruby. "What's happening in Monroe?"

After sitting down a table that has seen better days, Ruby orders a Bloody Mary before telling us about what's been picked up on her radar of all things freaky.

"It seems that most of the females ages 18-30 in two different families have gone missing over the last two months. Other than their ages, the local police department can't seem to find any clues or anything that would link them. Each abduction took place in their homes but there's been no signs of breaking of entries. As if they just vanished. But get this shit," she said pulling out papers littered with red ink"I've noticed some demonic omens correlating within a day of each missing report filed. Electric storm, crops going under, and cattle being stricken with brown cow diseases are all the usual signs. If this ain't you're cup of tea, then I don't know what is." She finished taking a health chug of her drink before pulling out a pack of malbroro's.

"If you mean the flavor of oh crap, then yeah that's it. If there's demonic omens happening then that means it's one of the big mofo's in town." I commented, then turning to Garth "I heard you got a man going to look in to it, or am I going to be blessed with just you?" I asked while forcing myself to smile sweetly.

"Sorry to disappoint you babydoll. They should be arriving in Monroe by," Garth looks down at his watch. "Midnight tonight."

"They?" I asked

"Sam and Dean Winchester. Two of the greatest pair of hunters I've ever seen." Garth answered with a disturbing sparkle of adoration in his right eye. "You've never met them before have you Netty?"

"No, can't say I've had the pleasure." Sarcasm is my second language. As an afterthought,"I heard they were magnets for shit storms."
Garth chuckles. "Oh you have no idea."

Once we were finished going over the details and comparing ideas, I left to go home and made of list of weapons and clothes that I wanted to pack for the trip, and which fake badges I would need. With every thing in order, I walked to my kitchen to sit at the island and log on to my laptop. Pulling up google and the police database, I scavenged both for everything that I could find on each family. It wasn't until 9:00 that I found out that both families shared a common relative. "Isadora Marie Laveau"

My great-grandmother.