Location: California
Families Involved: Wilds and Benedicts
If there was one thing that remain the same was that Logan Wilds would always come back. It was something beside Alex that made her get up in the morning. Logan came after Gracie died, and he was quiet but a good hunter. He was fifteen and she was ten, there was nothing and would never be romance for each other just a kind of and older sibling and younger sibling bond. One to replace the ones they both lost to hunting.
"And then we met this really really tall guy his name was Sam. He's even bigger than you Logan!" Alex stood on his tip toes and jumped to emphases Sam's height, "and then we went to get lunch,"
Logan smiled for the first time since he had caught wind of the hunt that had lead him here.
"Come on Al, bedtime," Melody states seeing that Logan had needed to tell her something important that little ears hadn't need to hear.
"Do I have to?"
Melody nods and he stomps off into the hallway where his bedroom of a closet was. George makes an odd snore in his drunken sleep, Melody shakes her head. His drinking in the past few years had completely spiraled out of control he wasn't even able to hunt anymore.
"I found a hunt. A big one," his brown eyes glare down at the carpet which was an fading mustard color.
"How big? Logan is it your brother?" and his expression falls.
With a grim expression he answered, "No. Do you remember a few months ago I went off because of those fires?"
"Yeah?" Melody asks.
"Well it took me a while, but I found a pattern. Signs," he pulls out a wrinkled map from his pocket.
"What kind of signs?" asks Melody walking over to the map.
"Crop failures, electric shortages stuff like that,"
"Where?"
"Here or at least this area. It's a bad that's for sure. The way he kills is brutal,"
"Do you need help?"
"Mel? Please. I will fear no evil for I am the baddest beast in the land,"
Location: Bar In Wyoming
Families Involved: Cooper, Wade(Jesse) and Winchester(Dean)
"So Sammy's really up there at Stanford, wow," Will states taking a sip of his beer.
Stella scoffs starring around the room trying to see if anything else was more interesting.
"Oh come on princess cheer up wouldja?" Dean jeers and she turns violently in his direction.
And suddenly she's not in the bar anymore, her thoughts drift off to the cabin.
"Let go of me!" all hell was breaking loose around them, screams of terror and gunshots echoed around them.
A man's eyes flash pitch black tightening his grip on her arm. Her skin turning the mark.
"Come on princess cheer up wouldja?"
Dean and Will both stare at each other and then back at Stella who has completely blanket out on them.
"Stells?" asks Will waving his hand in front of her face, "you all right?"
Stella stood placing her cup on the table with a loud slam. Some of the contents inside splashed on the table.
"You know what Dean? A demon told me the same thing right before I watched my little sister be slaughtered,"
Dean's mouth drops and he looks around, "and how the hell was I suppose to know that?"
"I don't know because you were there too?"
"And you think I remember everything being said on that day? My only concerns-
"Were for your little brother? You didn't care whether or not any of the rest of us made it out alive or not!" without waiting for an answer from Dean, she walked out of the bar.
Will sighed, "I'm sorry she just gets like that when things remind her of that day,"
"I don't think any of us like being reminded of it Will. That day was probably one of the worst of my life,"
Will's dark eyes bore straight into Dean's green ones, "that day is the worst day of my life,"
Stella stood next to her red 65' Mustang, half-tempted to hot wire it and drive back to the motel. Temper, she kept reminding herself and it would leave Will without a ride. A light blue ford Taurus came to a stop beside her car and out came a man with dark black hair that was a bit on the shaggy side. And she sits there and admires his ass for a minute as he finishes getting something from inside the car.
Emerald green eyes, the scar on the corner of his left eye, the sharp jaw line, "oh my god,"
Location: Minnesota
Families: Smith and Carlisle
"Well on the bright side we're still alive," Casey states in a singsong voice as she trailed behind the rest of the hunters, the left side of her face is bloody.
Kelly, John and Luxs all turn and give her equally pissed off looks.
"Wow tough crowd," Casey remarks.
They file out into their respective cars a 72 GTO, a red Chevy Impala and a Orange dodger. The run down motel is no longer empty, there is a huge truck parked in front.
"Big ass truck," Casey remarks to Kelly, "that thing's a friggin monster bet it could crash anything on the road,"
Kelly was not in the mood, her head was bounding and she most likely had a concussion from where the poltergeist had thrown her into a wall. James, Shelia and Serena are talking to a man with dark almost black hair and beard. They instantly all stopped talking when Casey, John, Luxs and Kelly walked in.
"We miss something?" asks John Carlisle.
The adults exchange a glance before James speaks, "nothing at all. All right John we'll walk you back to your truck,"
A/N: I hope you like it
