I easily fall upon cases, literally, sometimes I do a little of bit of research, I type in the word dead on google in my local area and I would scan the page for anything lets say, supernatural. I recently found an article about this guy who had his ripped out of his chest, it seemed unusual, so I started looking into it. Since my origins as a hunter, I've preferred to work alone, I'm quicker and stealthier that way, and that I'm also a monster.
The minority of hunters would classify my kind as a Skinwalker, my dog form is recognised as a huskie with a metallic black coat, with a white patch over my eye, it kind of makes me stand amongst a crowd, especially if hunters notice me. So, I tend to only change form at night, and its easier for me to take down evil doers, teeth and claws is better then a gun, I mean in my case.
I arrived in town on my classy red coat and black strip dirt bike, with my duffel on back. I like to wear these aircraft goggles, its better then a obtuse helmet that limits my eye sight on the road, and they make me look cooler. I looked practically awesome when going down this two way road, I was going down the middle, straight ahead, where I nearly ran an old fashioned impala of the road, it was kind of humorous.
Once I booked a motel, I took my 'FBI' badge and I road to the local police station, funnily I found that impala outside, and I'm not one for coincidences, so I checked into the police station as Agent 'Fisher', I kept an eye out for anything...weird. Beforehand, I took a sniff of the open window of the impala, so I could get there scent, one of my abilities. I smelt two, middle aged, sweaty men, one ate healthy and the other, garbage, which I can tell by the state of the floor.
I was curious of who owned the car, I reached inside the car and unlocked it, I comfortably sat in the passenger seat, with a lot of leg room, this guy must be 7ft tall. I opened the compartment and found a couple of wallets, I peaked at one after the other, all different names, departments, but with the same two faces, one with long hair, the other with very boyish good looks, both looked very chiselled, not that I'm objectifying them. I became aware I was there too long, I quickly popped out, luckily in time, two men left the building, squabbling like an old married couple.
"Dean, did you really have to push on the guy?" the other replied, " It's no different then how we've treated them before Sam."
"Yeah, right? He did a good job, Dean!"
"Yeah, Right!"
When they got to the car, I moved far away enough and stood next to my bike, keeping my head down, but I still listened. Then I heard two doors slam, then the start of a car, it soon drove off, I decided to follow, subtly of course. They ended up at a coffee shop, I parked my bike in a discreet corner of an alleyway, then I had to decide on what my next course of action would be, either I go up to them and form a partnership, or something less risky, follow them and see if they will lead me to killer, and I can finish the job.
I maybe a monster, but I'm not immortal, I'll end up dead sooner or later, maybe a partnership wouldn't be a bad idea. When I came up to the coffee shop and I saw the vacant Impala, it clicked for me, the names, Sam and Dean, a black 67 Impala, the most infamous hunters alive today. The Winchesters. Then I decided to make the stupidest decision I ever made, I swallowed every anxiety feeling I had, and I ignored the red flags going off in my head, I strolled over to the car, I turned towards the coffee shop, leaned on the door and I waited.
I saw the two brothers in front of the window, it didn't take long for the men glance my way, it was kind of a double take, they were confused and little perplexed why I was smiling at them, I waved for them to come outside, for a second they hesitated, then they sprang out of there seats and dashed outside. They still looked confused and anxious, they had this look like they were getting ready to wrestle me, giving each other a side glance.
" The name is Anet. I'm a hunter and I thought we could compare notes, well?"
Dean starts staring me down, giving me a forceful look like he wants me to spill all my secrets. Samuel looked at me curiously.
" How did you...?"
" I broke into your car and saw the fakes." I shrugged slowly while confessing this.
Deans face dropped, then creased with anger " You broke into my car?!"
" Dude, chill." He looked offended by my comment. " Why don't we go for a drive, and get to know one another? Shall we?"
Samuel looked humoured by my attitude and comment towards Dean, however, Dean wasn't the least happy about how and what I said to him. I then gestured we should get in the car, again they hesitated, but soon move towards the car, surprisingly, Dean opened the back door.
" Get. In."
I looked him in the eye.
" How charming."
We kept eye contact till I went under the hood and put my shoes onto the car floor, He then slammed the door, I smirked, then quickly hid it. Both brothers got into the car, Dean started the car, we drove for a couple of minutes, then we made a detoured into a deserted factory area, the car suddenly stopped, and I got pushed forward.
" Who the hell are you?! We saw you before on the road, and at the station!" Both Dean and Sam have turned towards me with two guns pointed at me, I heavily sighed.
" Well, that's a logical reaction to the situation, some what." I rolled my eyes.
Dean stares at me, with an angry grunt. " I said..!"
I instantly punched the middle of both there faces, catching the guns as they dropped when they were clutching there own faces, I immediately aimed the guns at the brothers. They both looked like there in pain, grabbing there noses, looking surprised and a little pissed off.
" Well I thought you both would be bigger. The Winchesters, the infamous rogues. I'm a bit disappointed."
" Why did you do that?" The taller one asked.
" Well I needed you to listen me, with your full attention."
" Then get on with it!" Dean exclaimed. In return, I gave him a dead stare. I leaned back onto the leather seat, crossing my arms and legs, but still pointing there guns at them.
" Like I said, I'm a hunter, I came to the town for the same reason. I believe the murders are serial, because 6 months before there was similar murder where the guys heart was ripped out."
" Yeah we just found that out." Dean replied.
" Like so, I believe this will continue, unless we find out who or what has been killing those people. In benefit to each other, I believe we should form a partnership."
" If that's all you wanted, then why all the sneaking around?" Sam asked.
" Well, I needed to sense out if I could trust you. The Winchesters are known for making 'unholy' alliances."
" You're a demon." Dean said as a matter of fact.
" Think four legged."
" A shapeshifter?!" Sam answered.
" Yep. And I think before we begin, I should apologise, I react rather irrationally when someone threatens me, I guess you could blame it on my genes." My attempt at breaking the ice was met with a pregnant pause. " Tough crowd." I said, again, my comment was met with silence. I thought the best thing to do, though it was incredibly risky, to give back there guns, and so I swung the guns around so the grip was now facing them. Again, with hesitance, they slowly took back there guns.
" How about you tell us how a monster becomes a hunter." Dean asked.
" Johnnie Walker Blue Label." Rufus few friends knew this was the only thing he would drink, so this should be common knowledge to the boys, hopefully.
" You knew Rufus." Sam said.
" Yes, he saved my life more then once, but that's a story for another time, I believe there's a witness of sorts, we should go and question them." The boys looked at one another, " And you wouldn't mind dropping me off back at the coffee shop, I left my Bike there." I sat back as I waited for Dean to start the car, Dean rolled his eyes at Sammy then started the car, Sam looked back with a polite smile, and I returned it, then off we went.