Authors note: Okay as you all know this is a Supernatural fanfic, since you did click on supernatural. This story is going to take place after the Winchester father died. And for future reference I do not own Supernatural… I don't really know why I have to state that but most/ if not almost all the authors I have read so far always say it. So just in case of some unknown purposes that I don't know of… YEAH…

Summery: After the death of their own father Dean and Sam are lost in there search for the demon that killed their mother. The only clue they have was the last words their dad said to them before he died. ( What were the last words and how will it change there life?) read to find out :-P………. R&R. story


Hunters meets Slayer

Chapter Three

The Coven

By: Venetrixis


Sam stood in the middle of the forest, trees sixty feet long covered the forest top preventing any moon light to reach the forest floor. A howl can be heard from a distance, as the forest mist grew thinker around him. Making it harder for Sam to see what was in front of him, but he kept on walking. He didn't know why but something out there was calling for him. And he wanted to know who or what it was. Sam didn't know if this was one of his foresight to the future. But if it was, it would have been a great deal of help in their search.

It seemed to Sam that every time he took a step the mist got thicker and thicker. After a while he could only touch his way across the misty forest. After walking for what seemed like hours to Sam he finally felt something. It was metal bars. He felt his way around it to see if there was any way to get across to the other side. But to his vain there was non to be found. After looking for a few more minutes, Sam had found the gate entrance. He felt his was again to find the handle to the metal gates, only to find a large chains and a lock placed on them. 'Who ever lived in this place didn't want anyone to get in' Sam thought.

Sam began to pull on the gate door, to see if it would budge. Without Sam noticing the mist started to disappear, and in the distance a house could be seen. Sam had stop pulling on the gates ones he found out that he was able to see what was in front of him again. He looked across the gates and saw a large mansion in the distance. It looked like it had been abandon for years. The window were cracked and bordered up, with some exceptions because the borders had fallen. The front doors to the house was two large black marble doors, with what seemed to Sam was decorated with carvings of people. Sam really couldn't see what the carvings were from where he was. But he was sure that they were people. He looked around some more and saw old abandon cars, in what seemed like a parking lot. A few dead trees and weeds everywhere he looked. Sam began to look at the windows to see if there was anything inside. After a few more minute of searching something catch his eyes. On the second floor of the mansion, right above the front doors. Sam thought he saw a person looking at him, but once he looked again it was gone. Sam questioned himself for a few minutes before beginning his search again. Discarding the idea of someone watching him. But kept his guard up a little just in case.

' If only I had a better look' Sam thought. He looked at the lock again, it was old and rusty. Maybe if he pulled hard enough he would be able to break it open, he thought. After pulling a few times, Sam began to quit and looked up the house again. To Sam's surprise a man was in front of him looking at him in the eye. Sam jumped back, taken back from what just happened. He hadn't sense or heard the man walking towards him, let alone felt his pretence. He looked at the man in front of him.

" Dad?" Sam asked, not really sure. The guy in front of him was pale, his eyes filled with dark circle. His expression emotionless, and his clothing torn.

" Dad… is that you?" Sam wanted verification if it was his dad or not, squinting his eyes to see better. But the mist had started again, clouding his vision. After not getting an answer he tried again.

"Its me… Sam" He said almost pleadingly. Staring at the man in front of him. "Its Sam…" he repeated unsure if he had heard him. " Dad…"

"I've miss you…" Sam said, tears pleading to fall from his eyes. His vision becoming blurry. " I'm sorry………. for everything………. I'm sorry." Sam didn't take his eyes off the man, afraid that if he did he wouldn't be able to see him again. And Sam didn't want that. There was so much, he wasn't to say, so many thing he wasn't to apologize for.

The man in front of him didn't say a word but just stared at him. His eyes piercing through Sam's skin. Sam took a few step closer to the gates, to be able to see him better. And sure enough it was John...his father. But to Sam something was different about him, he wasn't what he use to be. He looked like a lost soul, trap in purgatory or limbo. Sam reached out to try to touch his dad. His hand was able to fit through the metal bars. Still the man stood there, watching his every move. Sam was only a few more inches from his father. Sam was sure if he reached out more, he would be able to touch him.

Merely inches away, Sam began to push himself towards the bar. He could now feel the pain the bar cause on his shoulder and chest, but he didn't pay attention to them. All he cared about was to touch his father ones again.

"Dad.." Sam pleaded, now ableing to touch his father. But once Sam's hand touch his pale face. John snapped, and started to shriek , swinging his arm towards Sam. Sam jump back and fell from the sudden outburst. But when falling, never hit the ground, as the world around him started to turn black.

"DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sam shot out of bed, his body sweating, hair disleveled. He looked around if anyone was near him. But he found that he was alone in the room. He looked at the electronic clock next to him, which constantly flashed the numbers 12:30 pm in bold red numbers.

Sam looked around the room again, and found that all the curtains were close. Making the room have the impression that it was still daybreak. After relaxing down a bit, he laid back down again and began to recall his dream. A grim expression was plastered on his face. He could recalled the large abandon house, and his father. And most of all what his father did… it was like… it wasn't him. Like someone else had taken in their dad's face and body. He needed to tell Dean about his dream, but thought against it. ' It was probably nothing' Sam thought. After all it was just a dream. Sam moved the blanket off of him, thinking that it was about time he should get out of bed. But as Sam walked through the bathroom door. He began to wonder if not telling Dean was the right thing to do. Telling him would only make him worry more. And beat himself up for what had happen. Sam wasn't blind, he knew that his dad did something to help Dean live. But whatever his father did, he didn't know. Sam also knew all to well that these dreams, that he had been getting, are not the usual normal dreams other people have luxury to have. These dream where true, they were the future, a foresight. They were the event that were to happen of not stopped.

" Yo." Dean said, looking at the girl in front of him.

"Yes." She responded, not really sure what he wanted. Lex turned her attention away from an old Saxon-Anglican book. And looked at the man leaning on the door frame.

" Do you.." Dean said waving his arm around trying to find a better word for what he was about to say. " happen to have a better name… by any chance."

" Why you don't like my name?" She turned her attention back to the book, thinking that it would be a better use of her attention and time.

" No… Its just that I would like to call you by a name… that doesn't sound like a mans name." Dean said vacantly, pausing a little at the word man. Dean looked at the girl across from him. She was a pretty girl, about 5'7", fit hourglass shape body, gray eyes, long legs, perfect chest area. She had long light brown hair that turned honey brown when the morning sun from the high windows hit it. Dean had to admit it she was very pretty. ' To bad she has an attitude problem' Dean thought. Not noticing that he has been staring, Dean quickly turned away and cleared his throat. He had not meant it to get her attention again, but the deed was already done.

She closed the book in front of her and turned to the man across from her. She stared at him for a minute, noticing that he was nodding his head softly again. ' Someone has a bad habit' she thought . 'It was like he had a rock song stuck in his head, and was just nodding to the beat. But he did this all the time, so he would have that song on 24/7' She looked at him again, he was looking around the room. His head turning from one corner to another. Making a face ones in a while, showing his agreement to the decoration and styling of the room. He was like a little boy who had no patience, always moving around to past the time by.

" Lexie."

Dean snapped out of his little own tour of the room. " What?" Now a little bit confuse of what had just happened.

" Lexie." She repeated, still staring at the man in front of her. " That's what my friends calls me."

Dean thought for a moment, making sure if the name was good enough for him. " Okay… Lexie it is." He said giving the girl a small smile, who in returned smiled back.

"HEY!!!"

Dean to popped his head out of the room, to see the hallway. Sam was power walking his way to him. Taking long fast stride as he walked. " Morning to you too sleeping beauty." Dean said cracking a smile at his little brother.

" Have you seen Lex anywhere?" Sam said, now only a few feet away from Dean.

"Morning to you too Dean" Dean said, not getting a ' good morning' from his bro.

"Dean!" Sam said, looking serious. " Have you seen her."

" Yeah." Dean said lazily.

Sam had stopped walking, now only a feet away from Dean. " Where?" Sam asked giving Dean a questionable look. " I need to talk to her about the leads."

Dean gave Sam a questionable look back. Sam on the other hand was not paying attention to him and was just waiting for the answer he wanted. Dean scratched his neck, looking like he was thinking of the answer. Pretending like he was trying to remember where he last saw her. When he was done scratching his neck, he raised his right hand and pointed at the room in which he was leaning on.

" In there."

Sam looked at him for a moment, a bit ticked off that it took him that long just to tell him that she was in the room he was leaning on. Sam shook his head at Dean, who had a smile placed on his face showing his pearly whites as best as he could. Sam shook his again at his older brother, wanting to say something to him but thought against it and simply walked around him and into the room where Lex was propose to be.

Lexie had heard everything that had happen. How could she not she was only a few feet away from them. She had stood up from her seat when Dean had taken his time answering Sam where she was. She knew all to well that he was just playing around. She had done the same thing to her little sister Samantha. Lexie had always called her Sam, and seeing that Deans brother was called Sam reminded Lexie of her little sister. Her sister had gone to London to study, and she had not seen her for 3 years now. It was for the best, because if she had stayed in America her life would not be as care free as it should be. That and because Lexie was a slayer, she had made many enemies. She knew that as long as she was with them her sister and family would be in great danger at all times. She had found this out the hard way when she was 15, when her father was kidnapped and killed. The cops had found him a day later dead, with two small marks on his neck. Lexie could just recall that day, how could she ever forget. She had had a fight with her father, she had seen him with another women while she was out in one of her rounds. Her father had left the house after the constant yelling at him. She remembered calling him names, that she now wished she could have taken back. After he didn't come home for 2 days, her mom had tried calling relatives and friends to see if they had any where abouts their father. But non of the people had seen him since the usual friend or family gathering. Lexie at the time didn't care where he was. She thought what any mad daughter would have thought, that he was probably in some run down hotel with that bimbo whore. After mom didn't find any leads, she finally called the cops.

Soon after finding his body the autopsy report said that he had a mass blood lost, how and why they didn't know. The theory was that a gang of vampire worshiper might have done it to him. Lexie of course knew better. On the day of his funeral, Lexie had stayed behind after everyone had left. She had told her mother that she wanted time along with him. That she wanted to say a few words to him, her mother had agreed and went home. Her mother had thought that after the fight, she was probably feeing guilty and wanted to say her peace.

Lexie's mom was right, she did want to say her peace. Lexie stood at her fathers grave for hours. Night finally came, and rain drops began to drop from the sky. But still Lexie stood there, her hands in the black trench coat. When 8 pm finally, her dad's grave began to shake, still Lexie stood her ground. Looking at the grave of her father. After a few minutes, an arm shot from the ground and slowly and steadily the man lifted himself off the ground. Lexie watched as her father sprout of out the ground. Watched him crawl out of his coffin, watched him stand upright and watch him look up to see her.

" Hi… dad." She whispered lowly. She was about a good 5 feet away from him. But even though she whispered those words, she knew he had heard him. The rain drop came down harder, making it hard to see him. The man across from her wiped the last few wet dirt off of himself and stared at her. Moving his head back and fort, as if stretching his neck.

" Hey baby girl." He said in a deep voice. Lexie stared at his father, still not moving from her spot.

" Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry daddy."

"Sorry?… Honey you know I would never be able to stay mad at you." He said moving a little closer to her. " Now come here and give daddy and big hug."

Lexie moved towards him slowly, taking her hands out of her pocket to hug her dad. She placed her left arms above his shoulder right, her right arm under his left, placed her head down on his chest and closed her eyes.

" I'm sorry daddy." she whispered, as she sliced her fathers neck across with her left hand, her father only a mere one inch from her neck, mouth open in biting position. Lexie put her hands down and took a step away from her father. Her father was now bleeding from his neck, but his eyes where still moving, watching her every step. The rain rained harder. In a matter of seconds her fathers head tilt back and fell of his shoulder. Dropping to the wet cold ground first before his lifeless body.

Lexie turned to walk to a grave near her where she had placed a shovel. She picked up the shovel and walked back up to his fathers grave. Once there, she took the shovel above her head and sunk it down to the ground.

From that day fort, Lexie promised herself that she would get the people who did this to her. True to her promise, she did. But the promise lead to more, and this was how she found out about the coven.

"Lexie!" Deansaid waving his hands near her face. Lexie blinked not realizing that she had blacked out. " You-- Whoo… YOOO! Lexie!!."

"Lexie?" Sam asked

" Yeah man! That's her name." Dean said proudly, scratching his nose while saying it.

Lexie looked at Dean and then back to Sam. Who looked at her in disappointment.

" What?" She said rather confuse at the moment.

" You let him give you a nickname?"

Lexie more confuse then before, gave Sam the ' what are you talking about' look.

" Was is because he didn't like your name."

Lexie was about to say something but was interrupted by Dean. After she was, she just stood back and let action take its course.

" Ohh come on Sam. Just because I don't call you by your real name doesn't mean anything. I was little and couldn't pronounce your …" Dean paused, now touching the tip of his nose. " Ug..ly… name." He finished saying the last part in whisper, giving one of his heart melting smile afterwards.

" Its Samual." Sam said. " Its not ugly or hard to say!"

" Yes it is." Dean said taking a deep breath before saying it.

" And you think your name is pretty?"

" Hell Yeah!" Dean said proudly. " I mean look man, its Dean... And Dean means presiding official… And that means that… I'm better then you… In both the looks and smart department." Dean said with a smile plastered on his face. Sam was shaking his head, thinking why, why was he his brother. " Maybe in your dreams Dean." Sam said before turning his attention to Lexie.

" So anyway." Sam began, ignoring his brother. " I think I found a lead, to where we can find the last volume." He said now sounding more happier as he kept on talking. " I found in my fathers black book a lead. I mean I saw it many times, but never really thought anything about it. Because! The name was near your name… and it also can be found in this city. So at first I thought it was nothing because I thought it was just demons in this city. But what if it wasn't. And it was really a clue to who has the last volume."

Lexie and Dean listened to Sam every word, not daring to do anything to interrupt him in fear that he lost his train of thought.

" Well.. The name I found near your name that were bold and circled was The Coven." Sam paused giving both Lexie and Dean a 'what do you think' look.

" So you think that The Coven has the First volume." Dean said.

" Yeah!" Sam said happily.

" Alright then! Then what are we waiting for lets go and kick some Coven ass." Dean said ready to walk out the door but was stopped by Lexie.

" But it can't be that easy, If the Coven had the first volume. John would have told me, but he didn't. Therefore there must be something missing." Lexie said.

" Yeah! That's the thing, The Coven does have it… but not the one in New York City. It was said on the book that there are branches of The Coven across America."

" So all we have to do it visit them all…" Dean said. " Alright more fun for me."

Lexie turn to Dean wanting to say something to put him down, but resisted it instead. Sam on the other hand just ignored him.

" But the other thing is that he didn't list any of the Coven in the U.S. So we have to find out where they are." Sam said looking at Lexie for any answers.

" The Coven keep records of all other branches. The one in New York is not the top branch. Its only one of the top branches. We can infiltrate there buildings and get the info we need without being spotted. The thing about the Coven is that they are not like the other houses of vampire. They don't kill people for source of blood. They let blood donors do that for the, it's the easies way to get blood without being a suspect for murder." Lexie said.

" And where can we find them." Dean asked.

" Easy" She said turning to both Sam and Dean who hung in her every word. " The Coven own the largest law firm in New York…"

"Lawyers man." Dean said turning to Sam and shaking his head. " Blood sucking creatures." Sam smiled at his comment, before turning to Lexie again.

" The Firm is call Hartford. Its located in downtown Manhattan. Next to the triumph building, its only a walking distance from the ferry boat."

" So all we need to do is to become a lawyer." Sam said turning to Dean, a smile plastered in both there faces.

" Piece of cake." Dean said, knowing what they have to do.

Lexie looked at both of them and figured out what they were thinking, because she was thinking of the same thing.

" We'll have to get a diagram of the building. That can be easily taken care of." Lexie said. " Do you guys have a plan."

Both Sam and Dean looked at her, both saying in unison " Always."


Authors note: Okay this chapter is longer because I felt bad about the last chap that and Kim asked me about the coven and it took me a while to think of a way to bring the Coven back to the story. Luckily it all worked out b/c while I was writing I found a black hole, in which I can use to bring back the Coven. You'll have to read about there plans and what they do in the next chapter which is The road. I would have post thing chap up yesterday but I have 4 house of sleep and heroes was on. And I just didn't have time. So its like 1 am and I need to get some shut eye b/c I still need to do my homework in the morning. If I ever wake up at 6, prolly not. And I'm like way to tried to recheck my grammer sooo extremely sorry. Hope its not too bad. Yea so any way if I like stop for a while its prolly b/c I didn't have time but imma try to make some time. And Fact of the day Dean really does mean presiding official or valley. But the first mean was so much better.

Review plzz tell me what you think.. b/c then i have no reason to keep on going...lol.. prolly not kim would hurt me.