~*Natural Born Hunters*~

AN: Ok, guys, we are so, so, so, so, so, SO sorry about the hiatus on the story! We're gonna make it up to you, I promise! Here is Chapter 2, hope you guys like it! Maybe if you guys review, we'll give you a cookie topped with a special Dean Winchester pov in the next chapter! ^.^

While I'm here I'm going to pimp my sister our to all the twilighters and tell you about her independent fic called Wake Me Up. Its and Edward/OC! Enjoy it like I have.

With all that said, time for the legalities. We do not own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, the Metalicar etc, but we do own Kalla and Lily.

Lily's POV:

I watched in humor as my sister gave Sam's brother a little pat on the cheek before she left through the door with the "Employees Only" sign.

"I should get him a towel or something." I said, searching for a clean one as Sam went to join his brother.

I saw them exchange a brief conversation and I had to laugh silently when I saw the recognition come across his brother's face.

He glanced around the bar with new eyes, his tequila soaked pants all but forgotten, then his eyes hit the door. His lips moved as he whispered the words to himself with a thoughtful look on his face.

Even from the distance I could practically hear the resounding CLICK as everything fit together in his mind. I mentally laughed, noticing he did the same thing Sam did just moments ago. He pointed at the floor, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised as his lips moved to the words 'THIS is the hunter bar?'

Sam pointed at the door just as I finally found a clean towel hidden underneath the counter.

"You'll have to forgive my sister, wasting perfectly good tequila," I clicked my tongue as I handed Dean the clean towel. "Such a shame."

"Unless he deserved it." Sam said giving his brother a reprimanding scowl.

"Hey, for once this isn't my fault. That was all her. All I did was offer her a drink!" Dean explained as he patted his jeans vigorously trying to get the tequila out, he looked up at me and winked and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Hi, I'm Dean, what's happenin' sweet thing?"

"Why don't I get you two settled in the back?" I said quickly as I walked past them, opening the 'Employees Only' door.

Dean continued to pat at his pants as he followed Sam through the door.

The door hadn't even closed behind us before I heard my cousin's voice exclaim. "Sam? Dean?"

"Jo?" They both said in the same surprise.

"How did you know we were here?" She asked, pulling them both into a tight hug. I found myself more curious and confused by the second as Jo awaited an answer.

"We didn't." Dean said. "Just passing through."

"Thought after Wyoming I wouldn't be running into you two for a long time." Ellen said from behind Jo.

"Hey Ellen." Sam said with a nod, I could tell the mood instantly became more serious.

It didn't escape my notice that Ellen seemed to stare at Dean for a moment, like they were having a sort of silent conversation with their eyes.

Then Dean broke that silence, as if trying to lighten the strange mood that had suddenly filled the air. "Well, we heard you were in the area but never imagined you'd be on Bourbon street."

"You can thank my nieces for that." She said, her eyes narrowing not-so-subtly towards me before she continued. "They thought it would be amusing. I think its reckless and stupid, just waiting for trouble."

"They must like playing with fire or something, can't imagine anyone who'd manage to piss you off and still live." Dean said.

She raised her eyebrow, an exact mirror image of Kalla was now on my aunt's face, it was a trait they both seemed to share. "You'd be surprised." She said, her eyes glancing from Dean and back to me.

Then Ellen couldn't help but glance at the obvious wet stain on Dean's pants, it was pretty hard to miss. "What on earth happened to your pants?" She exclaimed and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

I took this moment to glance around for my sister, I had this feeling in the back of my head that she was hiding somewhere.

Sure enough, there she was at her usual table, looking positively mortified.

I wandered over to her table, my absence unnoticed by the little reunion taking place, giving her a little smile.

I hadn't even made it to her table before she shot up from her seat, and without so much as time to react, she gripped my hand tightly and started dragging me across the room in haste. She didn't stop until she pulled me into a hallway, the one that led to the back of the bar and the stairs to our apartment. She immediately closed the door, leaving it cracked just enough to peer out before she immediately turned to me.

"They're hunters?" She exclaimed breathlessly with wide eyes.

"Yep."

"You couldn't have told me that before I dumped Tequila in his lap?"

I shrugged, smirking a little. "You were too busy flirting."

She chuckled sarcastically, "Oh hi Pot, I'm kettle. Its just sooo nice to meet you." she muttered, rolling her eyes.

We looked on for a moment before she wondered out loud. "Is it just me, or do they seem to know Ellen like, really well?"

I shrugged. "I figured they knew each other from Harvelle's, a lot of hunters passed through there, but you're right, the mood was sort of funky earlier."

"Funky?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, woman, spill, I know you must have gotten more out of him than his phone number."

I chuckled, "Actually I didn't, but since you asked so nicely and all."

Kalla stuck her tongue out at me. "Mature, Kalla, sometimes I wonder who's the eldest."

"Me, its always me," She grinned, taking one last look before turning around to face me, arms crossed. "seriously, what do you know about them?"

I realized then, for the first time in a really long time, I had nothing. My vision may as well have been useless, the feelings I kept getting were beyond confusing, and the only thing I managed to get from Sam were their names and the fact they are hunters.

"They're the ones from my vision."

I saw surprise light up her face, mingled in with some other feeling I couldn't interpret.

"Really? You're positive?"

I sighed, she's always needed a little convincing when it came to my little knack of knowing certain things.

"When am I ever wrong about my visions?"

She knew I had her there, and dropped it as she continued to glance through the small crack in the door.

"What else?" She asked.

"Nothing else," I shrugged, "I know the tall one, the one I was talking to in the bar, thats Sam, and his brother, the one you spilled his drink on, is Dean. Other than the obvious fact they're hunters, they're a complete mystery."

Kalla chuckled slightly, shaking her head, muttering in amusement. "Damn, Lily."

"What?"

"Either you're losing your touch or you like him."

I couldn't help but feel my cheeks go a little warm. "Don't be ridiculous, I do not, and I'm most certainly not losing my touch."

She was now laughing, still watching them through the crack from the corner of her eye. "You sure you're not missing anything from your visions, or something?"

"I'm positive."

"Well what feelings are you getting, other than hitting the sack with Sammy over there." She said with a wicked smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Change. I don't know how, or why, I just know that they bring with them some great change. Something big is happening, and it involves them."

She pondered that for a second or two, before pulling out her cell phone.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I said in confusion.

"Well, if something is happening I want to know a little more about them than their good looks, Lily."

I rolled my eyes as I watched her dial a number into the phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Jo, who do you think?...Hey Jo, can you come to the stairs real fast?"

I glanced through the little crack to see Jo looking around curiously before mouthing 'Kalla?' but Kalla hadn't even given her a chance to answer before she hung up and continued to peek through the little crack.

"You know, maybe they don't know anything about them, I mean, we're kind of being a little nosy here." I said, getting a weird feeling about all this as Jo made her way towards the door where we hid.

"Really? I call it good detective work."

The door opened and I quickly sidestepped out of the way as Kalla grabbed Jo and yanked her swiftly into the hallway. "Whoa! Kalla! What the hell?" She exclaimed.

I caught a glimpse of Ellen and the two hunters look around at the outburst before I quickly threw the door to its almost closed position as Kalla shushed Jo.

"Time to spill, who are they and how do you know them?"

"Has anyone ever told you two that you're really nosy?" Jo said, hands on her hips much like her mother. "Yeah, yeah we heard, now get on with it." Kalla said, impatient as always.

I couldn't help but wonder if this had more to do with the fact she spilled her drink on the stranger's lap and less to do with my visions.

Knowing Kalla, my visions just gave her the perfect excuse.

"Whats there to tell, its Sam and Dean." Jo said with a casual shrug.

"Yeah, we know that, but how do you know them so well?"

"I don't know them well at all. Just some basic stuff."

Kalla made a 'continue' motion with her hands as we both leaned in to hear more.

Jo rolled her eyes. "Well their Dad went kinda crazy after their Mom was killed by a demon when they were kids and he started draggin' them all over the country on hunts and stuff. I'd imagine they probably had a really rough childhood. Sam is kind of strange if you ask me. Really quiet and geeky,"

Kalla nudged me in the side as Jo continued. "and Dean is just...Dean" She said with an exhale, it was a little hard to miss the wistful tone there. "he sort of has this whole 'him against the world' thing, ya know."

Kalla scoffed. "Don't know them so well huh? You could practically write a book, you liar."

For some reason I kept getting this weird feeling, like something about this was familiar...John, Sam, and Dean...Why were those names so familiar?

Then, like a bolt of lightening shooting straight down my spine, I knew.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" My eyes wide with sudden revelation.

"Well yeah, who do you think I'm talking about? You two are crazy sometimes."

Kalla went rigid as recognition hit her, and suddenly she went really quiet with a strange thoughtful look on her face.

I didn't have time to read her expression before I had to sidestep out of the way as the door opened unexpectedly.

Ellen entered curiously with a raised eyebrow before placing her hands on her hips. "Any reason you three are hiding in here like a hooker on Judgment day?"

"Just talking." My voice was echoed with that of Kalla and Jo, which only made Ellen's eyebrow raise that much higher.

"Right..." She said, "you two still going on that hunt tomorrow night?"

"Well yeah."

"Maybe you wouldn't mind some help then."

"Help? From who?" Then Kalla's tone immediately turned hostile. "Them?" She laughed uproariously. "I don't think so."

"I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you had some help. You think I don't know the stories about the thing you're chasin'?"

"We don't need a damn babysitter, Ellen. We know what we're doing-" Then it was Kalla's turn to raise her eyebrow. "You didn't call them down here did you?" She asked accusingly.

"No, but I should have, sometimes you girls don't have any sense!"

There was a brief silence as Ellen and Kalla glared at each other, staring the other down before Kalla spoke with a tone that raised the hairs on my arm.

"Leave them out of this, Ellen, I mean it. This is OUR business, not theirs." She then whirled around and stormed out the door.

I glanced through the opened door as it slowly closed and caught a brief glimpse of the two hunters sitting at the bar, drinking a beer and exchanging a conversation before glancing curiously at a pissed off Kalla as she stormed through the doors to the front bar.

She'll cool off later, she always does.

Then Ellen sighed and turned to me.

"You girls are going to do whatever you need to do, I get that, but the odds are not in your favor this time."

My head was starting to hurt from all the tension in the air. Ellen didn't like us hunting in general, but she got used to that a long time ago. It was just this case in particular she was dead set against and it was getting annoying a few days ago, now its just a downright pain.

"If we need any help, I promise you, we'd ask. We'll be fine...we do know what we're doing."

Ellen knew she was defeated when she couldn't convince me, so she shook her head slightly and went back to the bar.

Once again I caught a glimpse of those two hunters sitting at the bar, this time happily conversing with Jo as Ellen made her way towards them.

The door then completely blocked my view and I turned and started climbing the stairs.

More research couldn't hurt.

The top of the stairs consisted of three doors, two led to apartments and the other a really small closet that came in handy on storing most of our ghost hunting arsenal.

The first apartment is fairly small, we occasionally used to rent it out to a hunter who need a place to crash for the night, but since Harvelle's Roadhouse burned down it now serves as Ellen and Jo's new home.

The second apartment, Kalla and I have called it home for the past five years, and I have to admit I liked the privacy.

Walking in the front door guarded by several traps and charms etched in the doorway, was our open kitchen and living room. The entire place had newly added hardwood floors, as this place was a mess when we first got it and was in need of several renovations.

It was sort of laughable how easily you could tell where the kitchen ended and the living room began, besides the little island counter with dark wooden chairs and the small table in the center of the room, just a few paces away from the front door, that separated the areas.

The kitchen was neat and tidy, everything locked away in the white cabinets and the tiny pantry room just off to the right side with only various containers holding spices and utensils and a bowl of fruit on the shiny wooden counter top .

The living room however, was another story.

A lumpy brown micro suede couch with a quilt hanging off the back sat before a flat screen TV inside an extremely cluttered entertainment center.

Several shelves on both sides of the TV housed anything from occult books to fantasy to various game guides as well as picture frames, DVDs and other keepsakes. A table to the left side of the door held open books and a map on the wall showing New Orleans with several pins.

Several more books as well as papers were littered everywhere, piles on the floor, even the small coffee table that separated the TV and the couch had several piles of mail, books, and various objects.

Only clean surfaces in the room was a small coffee table to the right of the couch which held a small lamp and my laptop, and the tall file cabinet next to it where I kept a hard copy of everything we've ever had since Kalla never touched my laptop.

It was a maid's worst nightmare, but it was home.

Directly in front of the little square table in the center of the room, was a small hallway, two rooms with a mirrored floor plan and a shared bathroom in the center.

I kicked my shoes off by the door before making my way to the couch.

I hunted for the remote for a minute before finding it wedged between the couch cushions, where it usually winded up.

I grabbed a notepad off the coffee table and my laptop before turning on the TV and getting comfortable.

While my laptop booted up, my mind kept going back to the two hunters downstairs.

The Winchesters.

It was now sort of obvious why I had that vision, with a track record such as theirs. They were the ones in Wyoming that opened the gates of hell.

The very thought sent a shiver down my spine.

How did they all make it out of there alive?

It hurt my head how the evening went from worrying about Kalla, to Sam and Dean, then back to another of Ellen and Kalla's infamous arguments.

I didn't have to worry about those two jumping down each others throats again tonight, Kalla will stay in the front and close while Ellen would stay in the back, both avoiding the other for the rest of the night.

Kalla's POV:

She recited the facts of their life as if she was reading it from their autobiography and I remembered that my cousin tended to play things down as if they weren't important no matter if they were or not.

"Don't know them so well huh? You could practically write a book, you liar."

My attention was drawn to my sister as she gasped and I quickly searched her shocked face for a clue as to what she was thinking.

"Sam and Dean Winchester!"

I felt my heart rate quicken as I struggled to comprehend what my mind had already processed.

"Well yeah, who do you think I'm talking about? You two are crazy sometimes."

There she goes again, playing down something important.

I felt the hairs on my arm raise as recognition hit me.

My oh so oblivious cousin was talking about Sam and Dean Winchester, as in the Devils Gate Winchesters and the revelation pulled me back to when Aunt Ellen first moved in with us.

We'd just closed up the bar for the night, well.....the morning I guess you could say. The time was around 4am and it was a damn lucky thing that I hadn't gone upstairs yet otherwise I wouldn't have heard the frantic beating on the shutters in the front of the building.

I quickly grabbed the .45 from under the bar and cautiously went to the front door, the gun hidden behind my back.

I steeled myself for some kind of conflict, my hand on the door handle, when I heard my Aunt's plea.

Without even thinking that it could be some kind of trap i flung the door open to see my Aunt, soaking wet from the downpour and a red puffy face from obvious crying.

I let her in immediately, followed shortly by Jo and sat them both down at the empty bar and reached over the counter for the whiskey.

At some point, Lily had come downstairs, curious about the sound of our Aunt's unexpected visit and was immediately concerned about her disturbed state.

"What happened!" I asked as I poured four shots of whiskey, I knew we were going to need it from the look of things.

"The sons a bitches burnt down my bar.........and killed Ash." My Aunt Ellen was a strong woman and to see her eyes well up with the tears of her sorrow as she told us what happened was nearly heartbreaking. But as I expected she quickly wiped her tears and put back on her tough exterior.

"That's why I headed to Wisconsin with Bobby to help the Winchester boys. We were trying to stop the gate to hell from being opened, but we we're too late. Now we got more demons around than before."

Great, as if we weren't almost drowning in them before. Me and Lily had never tangled with a demon and I wasn't eager to try.

Suddenly Ellen raised her glass up high.

"This is for you Ash." She said softly.

"To Ash!" Me and Lily quickly raised out glasses with hers as Jo quickly raised hers.

"To Ash!" We yelled as we saluted his memory.

"Any reason you three are hiding in here like a hooker on Judgment day?"

My aunts voice pulled me from the painful memory and directly into an irritated state of mind.

She could be so nosy some times.

Lily's Pov:

The hairs on my arms felt electrified, my heart pounding rapidly as my blood ran cold with fear.

I knew what was coming before it would actually happen, before blood and screams would fill the air. It was inevitable.

I flinched back in terror as the monster of a man suddenly appeared before me, a machete sharper than a razor and caked with blood in his hands, dramatic chords strengthening his terrifying appearance.

You'd think chasing ghosts every other night would have cured me of my ultimate fear of the movie monster popularly known as Jason, nope.

My heart jump started at the sudden sound of laughter behind me as I whirled around on the couch.

"Jesus Kalla!" I immediately threw a couch pillow at her before sinking back into the couch with a sigh. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?"

Her laughter became more robust as she dodged the flying couch pillow before it hit the floor beside her with a light thud.

"Jason wouldn't be too happy with you giving me all the credit." She chuckled.

I gave her a dirty look as she made her way around the couch before plopping down beside me.

Kalla had a bad habit of laughing at all the scary parts, like she knew the perfect moment to laugh to startle you, making it that much more scarier.

"Which one is this?"

I shrugged. "They're all the same to me...freaky Jason with his freaky mask and his freaky maggots in his eyes."

"Oh not the maggots!" Kalla said dramatically.

I gave her another dirty look and punched her in the arm, which resulted in her nearly pushing me off the couch.

I caught my balance and curled up on my end of the couch, grabbing my poor abused laptop which had fallen on the floor at some point.

"You alright?" I asked as Kalla stared at the TV screen.

She just shrugged, without taking her eyes off the screen. "I'm fine." Like nothing happened.

"Think she told them?"

"Well if she did, it wouldn't matter, we're just going to have to leave at a time she won't expect. I talked to Nick a while ago, he's going to buy us a little time before Ellen realizes we've gone. My god this is so fake!" She suddenly reached over and grabbed the remote, a literal sign that she was not only changing the channel, but the subject as well.

"You know, maybe a little help wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Kalla snorted as she surfed through the tv guide. "Yeah...it would. Not only would I have to worry about keeping us alive, but them too. Then I have to worry about exposure-."

"Ok, ok...you made your point."

"Thank you..."

She continued to flick through the tv guide before chuckling lightly. The screen changed to something familiar.

It was unexpected, but it definitely lightened the mood as Kalla started singing along to the show's theme.

It was an old episode of Gilmore Girls, first season by the looks of things. It reminded me of when we'd both sit down and watch it throughout these hard years, everything else would just kind of fade away.

Then Kalla's head tilted and I couldn't help but tilt my own head in puzzlement as she nudged me with her elbow. "Hey doesn't he look familiar?"

I nodded. "Yeah..."

After a moment of staring in wonder, Kalla finally interrupted it.

"Yep...that's a sign we both need some sleep. Big day tomorrow." With that she turned off the TV and got up with a stretch before heading off to her room.

Yeah...it had been a long day.

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