The bright sun rays peeked through the mini-blinds and left bright golden lines on my face. I opened my eyes to feel them burning into my retinas. I rubbed my elbow I had been sleeping on for what must have been hours before I finally sat up and checked the time on the alarm clock. The clock read 8:17 a.m. I frowned and kicked the blankets off of my legs and got off the bed. Making my way to the shower, I picked out a nice outfit for a hunt. I grabbed some skinny blue jeans (not ripped, can't stand the holes), a grey Metallica concert tee Aaron had loaned me when I was at his house, my black leather jacket, and some black biker boots. I also, of course, grabbed a pair of underwear, socks, and a bra, reminding myself that I'm still a female, not just an insane hunter. I laid out my outfit on my bed and went to the shower to take another one. I felt dirty after running into those two men, so I felt the need to wash myself again. I basically did a quick rinse and skipped washing my hair.

I pushed the curtains away, exposing my wet, bare skin to the freezing cold air. I shivered and quickly dried myself off, putting on my undergarments and heading back to my bed where the rest of my clothes were laying. I pulled on my shirt and pants and went back into the bathroom to see myself in the mirror. I frowned. What a mess, I thought to myself. I brushed through my semi-long, thick, tangled, light brunette hair and stared at it in the mirror. Looks good enough, I thought. I lied to myself. It was a giant fluffy mess. I had so many curls. I mean, it looked fine, I just wanted to do something more with it. It was too plain. I took a pair of scissors and cut myself some cute bangs. It actually looked pretty great. I didn't look twelve years old, but I didn't look insane, either. I brushed the loose hair off of my shoulders and let out a big sigh. I stared at my reflection, taking in all the scratches on my face. They were still healing, but not quite fast enough. I had a small gash on my forehead just above my right eyebrow and a split lip. I poked at it with my tongue and turned away from the mirror. I hated my face. I didn't like to look at it for more than ten seconds.

I left the bathroom and gathered my things, slipping on my boots and my jacket. I packed my duffel bag and grabbed my arsenal. Closing the motel room door behind me, I glanced around in the hallway, then walked down the stairs and left the building.

I made my way to my silver 1970 Camaro I've had since I was sixteen years old. It was Jeremy's first car, but he was never sober enough to drive it, so my uncle decided to just give it to me until Jeremy straightened up his act. He never did, so it was mine for the taking, and I've driven it ever since. Jeremy forgot he ever had a car, anyway.

I unlocked the trunk to my beauty and tossed my arsenal in it. I had a toolbox in the back, or 'weapon box' as it really was, and a few smaller bags of other weapons that were used more rarely than the big guns. I closed the trunk, slipped in the driver's side and lazily tossed my duffel bag in the passenger seat. I slid my pistol under the driver's seat. I checked my phone. I had an unheard voicemail from about two in the morning. It was from an unknown number.

"Huh?" I said to myself. I clicked the play button and listened to the voicemail intently. What I heard sent a tremble down my spine.

"Hello, Ev. It's Aaron." My stomach flipped upside down. His voice seemed as if he was in pain. There was a long pause before I he spoke again. "Don't look for me, please. It's not safe here. I told one of my friends to call you around ten o'clock at night. He knows where I am. Don't look for me, Ev. Please."

I wouldn't obey his last request. I would look for him. I would also need backup, but I didn't know that many hunters other than Aaron and a few men who were too old to get out anymore. It was hopeless. I would never see him again. I laid down the phone and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. I pulled my pistol out from under the seat and held onto it. I closed my eyes, creating a barrier for my tears. I didn't want to cry. I wanted to help. I sat there with my eyes closed for about twenty minutes. That's when I heard a tapping on my window.

"Hey, Ev, open up!" a familiar voice yelled, tapping on my window. I jumped and pointed my pistol at the window, only to see Dean, the guy I shot in the shoulder last night. I rolled my eyes and lowered the gun. I flung the door open, smacking him right in the groin. I got out of my car.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked, slamming the door shut. Sam emerged from the motel with a duffel bag. He was trying not to laugh at his brother, who was bent over from the pain of the door hitting him in the sweet spot.

"Wow, Dean," he commented. "You sure have lowered your guard, haven't you?"

"Sam," Dean warned.

Sam chuckled. "Okay, okay."

I rolled my eyes. "You must have had a reason to bug me. Go on. What are you idiots even talking to me for?"

Dean finally recovered from the blow. "Well, I would have told you, but since you're being such a bitch-"

"Dean," Sam interrupted. Dean rolled his eyes and rubbed his shoulder.

"A friend of ours, Bobby Singer, called us this morning and asked us if we knew a hunter named Aaron Moore," Dean stated, looking at me. "I just assumed it was the Aaron you were talking about last night. The friend you made the pie for?"

I felt as if my feet were glued to the pavement. "Yeah," I mumbled, staring at the ground. "That's him."

Dean exchanged looks with Sam. "Well, I told Bobby I knew someone who was looking for him, and I mentioned you. Bobby told us that Aaron called him just before he called you last night. Said he told him to call you. Bobby doesn't know you, so he called us before he called you, thinking we may have known you. It just so happens he got lucky, since we met just last night."

"You know the guy, then," I said.

"Your boy Aaron is in Virginia," Dean informed me. "Turns out he was abducted when he went out for a couple drinks."

"So who took him?" I asked.

"I don't know," Dean replied. "We can help you find him, if you want. Bobby told us Aaron said you'd go looking anyway. Aaron also told Bobby to send you some backup, so you got it."

"I didn't think you guys were the type to jump in and help a stranger," I told them.

"I'm gonna go start the car, Sam," Dean told Sam. "Check us out of the motel room, please." With that, he marched away.

Sam sighed. "Well, it's Bobby. He told us to. We usually listen to him."

"Oh, isn't Bobby Singer that guy who knows like everyone in the life?" I asked.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "You don't know him?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean, I've heard a lot about him, I just seem to be the only hunter who's never met him."

"Probably true," Sam stated. "But, if you follow us, you can meet him. We need to talk to him before we go storming in on Aaron. He knows a lot."

"Gotcha," I replied. "Where's he live?"

"South Dakota," Sam stated. "It's about three hours from here."

I shrugged. "Will follow." I turned to my car, but then I remembered the job in town. "Hey, Sam!"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

"There's a job in town, you know," I stated, approaching him again.

"Right," he recalled. "We figured you'd want to find Aaron first."

"Yeah, I do, but innocent people are dying," I told him. "We have time to work a case. Aaron is tough, he can handle himself for a while until we get there."

Sam stared at me, worried. "Are you sure?"

I confidently nodded, but I hesitated to answer for a few seconds too many. Sam looked at me with worry, awaiting my answer. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do this."

"Alright, well I'm gonna go tell Dean the plan, and then we can go back inside and figure out what's happening," Sam told me.

"Alright, great," I confirmed. Sam went off to tell Dean what the plan was, and I tucked my gun back in the waistband of my pants, knowing the safety was on. Dean looked back at me and I could tell they were arguing about something, but he finally got out of the car and started walking my way.

"Alright," said Dean. "Let's do it."

Sam and I exchanged looks as he stormed off back into the motel.

"Is he always like that?" I asked Sam.

Sam let out a huge sigh. "Yeah, he is. Come on." He led me to their room they were staying in the night before. The beds weren't even made, a lot like the bed in my room. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab some grub," Dean stated. "Who wants what?"

"Write down a list," I offered. "I can go get it for you guys while you two research the recent killings."

"Sounds like a plan," Dean agreed. He grabbed the motel notepad and a pen.

"You know what, just text me what you guys want," I told them. I wrote down my main cell number and laid it on the nightstand between their beds. Before they could say anything else, I slammed the door shut. As soon as I left the building, though, I regretted it.

"Evelyn, so nice to see you again," an unfamiliar voice called to me from across the parking lot, sending a chill down my spine. I pulled my gun on him instantly, taking the safety off.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, demanding an answer.

"Oh, sweetheart," he beamed, flashing me an evil smile. "That won't work on me." He grinned again right before his eyes turned black.

"Oh, great," I muttered. "James."

"Sweetie, how could you forget the love we shared?" he reminded me.

"How could you forget the Latin story I told you?" I asked him. "You know. The one that sent your ass back to the cage?"

James chuckled. "I talked to your big brother while I was back at home. He basically gave you an invitation for shortening his deal."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, he sucks, and he can go screw himself. Tell him I said that." Before he could say anything else, I splashed holy water on his face and ran back into the motel room.

"There's a demon outside with a face full of holy water," I stated. "Someone make a devil's trap, and hurry. One splash of holy water won't hold him off for long. We need to exercise him."

Sam and Dean instantly began preparing for a demon encounter, as did I. I helped Sam make the devil's trap on the floor while Dean grabbed some holy water and salt, bugging me with questions I ignored. Before we knew it, we were just sitting there waiting on James to show up.

As soon as the door opened, a demon got stuck in the trap. Here's the problem, though. It wasn't James. It was a blonde girl.

Sam's defense wore off. "Ruby?"

"Oh, great," Dean muttered.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked her.

"I could ask you the same question," she replied in the rudest tone possible.

"I'll let you out," Sam told Ruby.

"How about no," I replied, staring wide eyed at Sam. "What the hell are you thinkin'?"

"Who is this dumb broad?" Ruby asked the two of them.

Dean rolled his eyes. "This is Ev. Ev, this is Ruby."

"And Dean, this is Demon," I added, the tone in my voice getting more unfriendly within seconds.

"She's a demon, but she's helping us," Sam replied.

I burst out into laughter before I realized they were all serious. "You're kidding me."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Give me a break. Somebody please tell her what's going on before I rip my eyes out."

"Oh, I'd blow them out, but this doesn't work on demon whores," I commented, pointing to my gun.

"She can help us with a problem we have," Dean stated.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm helping save his soul, which he sold," Ruby stated.

I looked down instantly. I knew better than to ask why he did it.

"Let me out of this trap and we'll talk," Ruby demanded.

Sam instantly wiped some of the paint with his shoe, Ruby emerging from the circle on the ground.

"What about the demon outside?" I asked Ruby.

"I killed him," she replied, whipping out her knife covered in demon blood.

"With a knife," I mumbled. "Nice. You know what, guys? I think I'm just going to leave this hunt to you. I'll find Aaron on my own." Without another word, I left the room, and then the building.

I finally got in my car and checked my phone. There was a message from Dean giving me the address to where Aaron was, and an earlier message from Sam with a list of items they wanted from the store before I ran into James. I closed my messages and started my car. Before I knew it, I was gone from that place.

A couple of hours passed and it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. I was mentally coming up with a plan on how to save Aaron. Before I knew it, I was in the shadows of an old abandoned warehouse surrounded by people I assumed were possessed by demons. This was the place Dean texted me. Aaron was in there probably being tortured by demons, or worse. He could be dead. I didn't even know how to kill demons, and here I was surrounded. Then, I remembered something my uncle Hank taught me when he was teaching me how to handle demons.

"Carve the devil's traps into the bullets," I repeated Hank's words to me when I was thirteen years old. "The bastards will get stuck right where they're standin'."

I chuckled to myself and began carving away.