MAY 25th

Of course she didn't get what she wanted. Just four days later, she was on her way to another state, to hunt another supernatural creature. Something was kidnapping both females and males, most being young, but a couple were older. Whatever had them, wasn't returning them, and their bodies had yet to be discovered.

It was two in the morning when she pulled into the motel parking lot. She passed Dean's Impala, and sighed. It was another job with the Winchesters. Why was she getting so many jobs that brought her in close contact with the brothers? She would have to talk with her contacts about that when she had a chance to.

She parked her car, and went to get a room. She could get a couple hours of sleep before she had to 'work'.

She hated the fact that she had to stay back and not do the work herself, but she didn't want the Winchesters to know that she was there, or make contact with her. The boys brought some bad stuff with them wherever they went. They were high on the supernatural hit list.

They had made many beings very mad with everything that they've stopped, or killed. She didn't need that, she was paving her own path of destruction, and knew that she was pretty high on the list herself. Fortunately, very few knew who she was, and what her real name was.

She was pretty safe, well as safe as she could be as a hunter.

She got the key to her room, which was unfortunately right next to Sam and Dean's room, and threw her things onto the bed, and locked the door. She salted the floor in front of the door, and all of the window sills. She never took any chances. She took two guns out of her bag and placed one under the pillow, and one in the bathroom, easily accessable from any place in the small room.

She changed into her night clothes, and stuffed her bag under the bed.

Within minutes, she was out.

She was woken up a couple hours later to yelling, and banging on the wall. She jumped, grabbed the gun from under the pillow, and pointed it around the room, searching for the intruder. As she started waking up, she realized that no one had entered her room, but, that it was next door, in Dean and Sam's room. She grumbled, and promised that if they were to formally meet, she would have to let them know that she didn't appreciate it, at all, being woken up for nothing.

What was going on over there? She listened more carefully, and realized that another person had been taken while she had been sleeping.

She got up, and dressed quickly. She knew that she didn't have any time for a shower. She gathered up all of her things, grabbed her guns, made sure that she had everything, and then headed out to her car. She never left her things in the motel rooms, just in case she needed to hightail it out of there. She was always very cautious, or, at least she tried to be, sometimes she couldn't help it. Caution had saved her hide more than once. The police didn't like being lied to, not at all, and keeping her things with her, made it easy to skirt by them and into a different town, city, or even state.

She came out of her room, to see the Impala speeding down the road, towards the town. Once again, she had to follow them. It was almost like walking on eggshells around them, so that they wouldn't find out who she was. Maybe it would just be easier to introduce herself so that she wouldn't have to hide, but as soon as that thought crossed her mind she shook her head. No, she couldn't, the Winchesters just brought too much trouble for her to want to even think about dealing with.

She headed for town, listening carefully for the direction of Dean and Sam. With in moments, she was two car lengths behind them, following. They pulled into a driveway, and she passed them, but made a U-turn about a half mile up the road, to back track to where they were. She pulled up a few houses down from them, and parked. She found the map that she had bought, and pretended to scan it. It was her alibi, if either of the Winchesters came to investigate why she was sitting there. She could pretend that she was trying to figure out where she was headed to.

All the while, she was listening for any helpful information. She scanned the skyline, thinking of what would kidnap it's victims, and not leave the bodies behind once it was finished with them. Nothing substantial jumped to the front of her mind. In the distance, she could see an old factory. She tipped her head to the side, just looking at it. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something wouldn't let her look away from it.

Should she leave her post, and take a look around? She bit her lip, weighing between going and staying. She decided to go and check out the factory, she could always keep one ear on the boys, for good measure. She learned early in her hunting career, to follow her instincts, about most things.

She found the factory, it was abandoned. What was pulling her here? She parked her car, and opened the trunk. She pulled out her hunting knife, and slid it into it's sheath fully, and attached it onto her belt. She pulled out her favorite gun, and put fresh rounds in it. She set it aside as she pulled out another gun, and put new rounds in it too. She put that gun in her waistband at her back, then grabbed the one that she had set aside. She didn't know what she would need, but she'd rather be overly prepared, than under prepared. Being under prepared, could very likely get her killed. That is, if whatever she was hunting was here.

She shut the trunk and went to find an entrance point. Before she entered, though, she listened, for signs of life inside the building. She heard...something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She strained, listening harder. She felt something slide down her top lip. She wiped her lip, under her nose, with her left hand, and looked at her fingers. Blood. She strained to the point of giving herself a bloody nose. That hadn't happened before.

She suddenly heard shuffling footsteps. Her brows knitted in concentration. It was one person. She suddenly heard breathing. So, there was one person walking around, and...one...two...three...

She counted six heartbeats in all. Some were fainter than others. That had to mean that some were closer to death than the others. She had to be careful, she wasn't exactly sure what she was dealing with.

She looked towards the road, to make sure that no one witnessed her breaking into the factory, then quietly entered the facility.

It was dark, but thanks to her heightened senses, she could see perfectly. She had her gun at the ready, as she stalked along the aisles. At the end of the aisle, she came to an opening. She saw three females, and three males strung up by their wrists, with their feet barely touching the floor. All of the victims looked like they were sleeping.

She went up to the older woman, who looked a little worse for wear, put her gun in her waistband at her hip, and took out her knife, to cut the woman down. It took a minute, but she finally got her down, and set her down, gently on the floor. Next, she cut down the older male. When she got him down, she went to work on one of the younger females.

Suddenly, she heard someone coming up behind her, and if she didn't have super hearing, she wouldn't have known that the person was coming. She quickly sheathed the knife, and grabbed her gun, and spun around to fight the being.

Djinn. Shit. A gun wasn't going to work, not on him.

He knocked the gun from her hand, but she began fighting him with her hands, as best she could. He was strong, but she knew that if she pushed her strength, she could get the upper hand. She wouldn't be able to kill him though, not by herself. She didn't have what she needed to kill him. Good thing there were two hunters not too far away, and could bring what was needed, to get rid of him. She just need to get her cell phone, dial their number, and let them know what they were dealing with, and not die, in the process.

She kept him at bay as well as she could, trying to get an opening to grab her cell phone out of her back pocket.

She put as much strength into one punch as she could, and the Djinn went flying to the other side of the factory. He hit the wall, and was knocked out. She didn't know how long he would be incapacitated, so she would need to hurry.

She grabbed her cell phone as blood fell from her nose once more. She quickly punched in Dean's number, thanking the stars above that she had memorized it for moments exactly like this, and grabbed her knife again, to get the other victims down from the ropes holding them in the air.

"Walker." Dean said.

"Get to the old abandonded factory, now, it's a Djinn. The victims are here. Hurry!" She told him.

"Who is this?" Dean demanded.

"Don't worry, get here now, and bring the blood, and knife, to kill it!" She told him.

She hung up on him before he could question her any more, and tried to quickly get the other victims down.

She bit her lip, wondering if she had made the right decision in calling him, but it was too late now to go back, and not call him. Maybe she could be out of there when the got there.

She heard the Djinn stirring, and she tried to hurry up.

Finally, she got the last person down to the floor, as the Djinn started coming after her again. She was ready for him, as much as she could be, without having the proper tools to fight him.

She heard the Impala screech to a stop outside of the factory, and cursed. They were here quicker than she had thought they would be. Apparently, they had come to this job prepared for anything. Too bad she hadn't, or else she wouldn't have needed to call the dynamic duo.

She slashed the Djinn's face, and he stumbled backwards, but recovered quickly, and came at her even quicker. She needed to get out of there, or else the boys would find her, and then she wouldn't have a moments rest until they found her, and questioned her.

She fell down into a crouch as the Djinn swung at her, and she swung her leg around. She knocked his legs out from underneath him. He fell to his back, and she ran out of the factory, through a side entrance, just as Sam and Dean entered the facility.

She knew that they would be fine. It wasn't as if Dean hadn't fought a Djinn before. Hell, Dean had been taken by a Djinn, and survived the experience, thanks to Sam.

Almost immediately, she heard the boys start fighting the Djinn.

She got into her car, and let out a breath that she had been holding, without knowing. She looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror, and saw that blood was still coming out of her nose, from pushing her strength to make her run faster than normal. She grimmaced, and tried to stop the blood, and clean herself up as best she could with just her hands and what little cloth she had.

She headed back to her motel room, to get cleaned up fully.

She had just finished getting dressed from taking a shower, when she heard movement in the Winchester's room. Apparently, they were discussing her, who was she? What did she want? She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. Why couldn't they just be happy that she led them to the kidnapped victims? Wasn't that good enough for them? Apparently not.

She gathered all of her things, and got into her car, after paying for her room. Once everything was set, she finally headed for home.