This story takes place around the first of season 3. Dean still has about 1 year left.

-Rated T for now, but later on, some BIG m ratings.

- i do not own Sam, Dean or bobby( unfortuntly) , but i do own my charecter Malary.

Click, click, click…My heels echoed on the pavement as I walked through the parking lot. I was in a hurry as I walked briskly toward my yellow 1970 Chevelle SS clone muscle car. I glance over my shoulder cautiously , just to make sure that I am not being followed and then once again before I duck into my car and slip the key into the ignition. The car rumbled to life around me and I placed the gear in drive before pulling out of the parking lot and heading back to the motel I'm staying in.

I tossed my duffle into the corner of the room as I slipped through the door. I reached for my phone and look to see that I had three voicemails and sigh. I scroll through the missed calls and see that it's Adam. I don't even bother listening to the voicemails as I find his name in my address book and press talk.

Its only rang three times before he answered. I roll my eyes at the sound of his voice. "Hey. So you finally decided to call me back huh?"

"You're right. I'm sorry that I was a little preoccupied, but you know next time I will call you before I cut off the head of a blood thirst vampire that's trying to kill me," I answer with heavy sarcasm in my voice.

He huffed. "Damn straight, you better."

Sighing I roll my eyes again even though he can't see me and my eyes fall on the open bathroom door. I could really use a shower, and with that thought alone my skin started to feel sticky underneath my clothes. "Okay, Adam. What do ya want?" I asked anxious to speed up the conversation.

"Calm down now," he replied jokingly exaggerating his voice as he chuckled. "Don't get too excited over talking to me. I just wanted to know how the hunt for the leeches went?"

"It went fine, I cleared out the whole nest," I answer.

He hesitates for a moment before asking slowly, "Did you find …the one?"

"No," I answer, my eyes dropping to the floor. "Not this time."

I can hear him chuckle and my teeth clench and my face sets in a scowl even though he cannot see me. "What? What's so funny Adam? Do you care to share with me?" I ask with an edge to my voice.

"You were wearing those damn heels again weren't you?" he says with a chuckle making me look down at my heels still on my feet. I frown. "I don't know how you can hunt in those things."

I snort. "Yeah well at least I get the job done," I reply looking back to the bathroom where the shower was calling my name. "But Adam, can I please get off the phone now? I really gotta hit the shower. I have blood all over me." It was the truth. My clothes were covered in it.

I can hear himsigh even though he's chuckling. "Okay then grumpy. I'll let you go. Talk to ya later kiddo, bye."

"Bye, Adam," I mumble before hanging up.

Tossing my phone on the bed I rise to my feet and frown. I hate when he calls me 'kiddo'. I'm twenty four years old and he's twenty seven, that's only three years younger than him. I loved Adam to death, but man he can get on my nerves sometimes. He's also a hunter although he specialty is demons where as mine is vampires. He's always cracking jokes about hunting in heels when I can do it perfectly fine, and still kick a lot of ass. I actually prefer it over tennis shoes. I hunt vampires because one killed my mom, to make a long story short. I was only fifteen at the time and my dad had left us a long time before that. I'd never even heard from him. I managed to escape the night they came even though I don't know how. After that I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. I was only there for a month before I had a full on nervous breakdown. I ran away. I ran as far I could get too.

For about a year I lived on my own, stealing and scamming and gambling just to make it through and survive. It was pretty intense living on my own, but I try to keep it all in the past especially certain things. But It made me what I am today.

And then it came again. The same vampire that killed my mom. It attacked my and almost killed me, but I survived and I owe my survival to one man. Bobby Singer. He saved my life then took me in and gave me a home. Something I hadn't had in a long time. He taught me everything he knew about the supernatural and was one of the main reasons I became a hunter. When I turned nineteen I left and went out on my own. I kept Bobby's number of course and he kept mine in case I ever needed some help, but I am twenty four now and I've only talked to him once since then when I was 21. That is pretty much the story of most of my life.

I pick up my phone again and look at the other two missed calls I had forgotten about. They were from my best friend, Claire, who was a normal person unlike me. I tended to stay away from other hunters seeing as I didn't get along with them, especially the male ones. Most of them were pigs who thought they could get into my pants after buying me a few drinks. I hadn't been with a guy in almost three years.

Sighing again I hesitate when thinking about calling Claire back, she knew I was on a hunt. And I knew she wouldn't mind. She always understood. She knew everything about me, even about the me being a hunter. Even though we didn't get to see each other that much, she and I always talked a lot. She liked to check in on me and make sure I'm still alive. I decided to call her back and scrolled down to the last call to see who it was from.

I froze. It was from, Bobby. It took me a moment to recover as I gaped at my phone in disbelief. I look at the name and number again thinking my mind is playing tricks on me. Bobby didn't call me unless he really needed my help or if he has information on the vampire. The one I had been hunting for the past couple years.

I go to the voicemail and put the phone to my ear slowly and hear Bobby's rough voice wafting in my ear. "Hey…Malary…um I know you're probably busy but…that vampire your lookin' for, I think I have a way to help you find it. I have these friends who are hunters. They're after a clan of vamps and the ones you've been looking forwere last seen and heard of with them. And since we know your vamp likes to jump from one nest to the other and doesn't sit for very long we thought we could get a couple of answers out of these vamps. But this vampire nest is a lot larger than the normal so I know you're gonna need some help. So I want you to work with two buddies of mine named Sam and Dean Winchester. You may have heard of them. When you get this, give me a call back and let me know what you decide, Mal. Bye."

The voicemail ended with a small click and I dropped the phone from my ear as my brain tried to process the news. I couldn't believe it. Finally a sign of that stupid son of a bitch vampire that had killed my mom and to top it off, Bobby wanted me to work with two hunters? Male hunters no less! But I should have guess that Bobby wouldn't have let me do it alone. But he had said it was a large nest and me trying to clear it out alone would be suicide. But I knew I had to take the job because it was Bobby and I owed him my life and not to mention I may finally get to cut off that vampires head that changed my life.

I called Bobby back after getting my head cleared and told him of course I would take the job, but I was dead beat from clearing out a nest and would leave in the morning, meaning I wouldn't be there till the next night. He agreed with me and said that he would call Dean and Sam until the next day so I could have a chance to rest. He thanked me even though he didn't need to, and we both knew that. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

I set my phone aside and trudged to the bathroom finally turning on the shower and stripping. I took a long hot shower, scrubbing the blood from my skin and hair, and coming out a lot more refreshed. I changed into my pajamas, a mens sized ACDC t-shirt which I was the most comfortable in and slipped into bed before setting my alarm. I pulled the covers up around me and get comfortable as the thoughts of the last hunt and the anxiousness for the next one start to hit me. My eyelids slowly began to close and my last thoughts are about how close I am to finding this vampire and killing it, once and for all.