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-Flashback to May 3, 2007-

Kaida Ford sighed, her laptop open as she made fast progress with her research. She'd been working on this case for just a few days. It'd been months since she'd last seen her sister. For all she knew she was—she couldn't even think it much less say it. She shook her head and focused on the task in front of her: Finding the Djinn and killing it, before it had the chance to take yet another victim.

-A few days earlier-

Marie Ford had been entangled in the same case. She'd found the Djinn alright, only it hadn't gone as planned. During the struggle he managed to overpower her and touch her. Now she was stuck within her own mind. Deep, lost, within an imaginary world of her deepest wishes. She could only hope her sister would somehow stumble upon this case and pick up her trail.

-One week later-

Marie could feel herself slipping. She knew it was only a matter of days before whatever this was ended in a painful way. She knew it wasn't going to end well, at least not for her, but that didn't stop her from hoping, praying for her sister to save her.

Kaida entered through a back door of the warehouse and began her search. She didn't know exactly what she'd find but she knew if someone had fallen victim she'd cut them down and do her best to save them. No matter the consequence. She rounded a corner only to run right into a very tall, dark and extremely handsome man carrying what looked to be a sawed off shotgun. Her face must have shock written all over it because he looked just as shocked as she felt.

She spoke first, "Who the hell are you?" He seemed to snap out of whatever stupor he was under and frowned at her question. Only before he could answer she held up a hand to shut him up. "Never mind, I really don't care. Whoever you are, stay out of my way."

Sam was to say the least, shell shocked as she strode right past him, a flashlight in one hand and a double-barreled shotgun in the other. Tucked away, however, in the top of her boot was a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood. "Wait up!" He called out; he could hear her groan as he caught up. "Who are you?" This time a sigh, "My name is Kaida Ford and you're not helping me."

He looked taken aback. "So, you're a hunter?"

"No, I'm your fairy godmother. Yes I'm a hunter." She stopped abruptly turning to face him and forcing him to stumble to avoid knocking her down. "Are you going to stop with the questions? I have a job to do." He grabbed her arm before she could turn away; thankfully she didn't lash out at him but instead decided to look angry. "How... how do you know about this place?"

She sighed. "A friend sent me." "What friend?" "Christ! Do you ever stop asking questions?" She snapped. He frowned. "I'm sorry it's just... I don't see many female hunters." "So are you saying this is a man's job?" "No! Just..." She held up a hand. "Bobby Singer sent me." "You know Bobby?" She frowned. "You know who Bobby is?" She asked, frowning. "Who are you?"

He had that shocked look on his face again. "Sam Winchester." He said simply, as if it were totally obvious. He saw a brief look of recognition and awe pass over her features but it was gone as fast as it had come. "Whatever, look you have two options. One: You can help me. Two: You can stay out of my way. Pick one and move on." She said before continuing her way down a narrow hallway in the warehouse but as she was about to round a corner she saw two bodies suspended in the air by ropes, IV needles inserted in both victims necks. The male she could make out just fine, he bared a resemblance to Sam. However, the girl, all she could see was dark matted hair. She was slumped forward like she was hanging onto her last possible thread of life as her toes barely touched the cement floor beneath her.

Kaida moved forward into the large vacant room used as a sort of holding cell for the Djinn's victims, stowing away the flashlight in her jacket she pulled the knife from her boot and signaled for Sam to follow her lead. While he checked on someone he called Dean she checked on the girl and it briefly clicked into place: Dean and Sam Winchester were John's boys. The ones her parents had told her about. Sometimes it never ceased to amaze her, the things they'd seen, gone through and survived.

She shook it off and decided to ask more questions later, she focused on the girl, but as she lifted the brunette's head she wasn't ready for whom she saw dangling there.

Her own sister, Marie, only just as she reached up to cut her sister loose the Djinn resurfaced.

She saw Sam go down and since the boys were busy she took this time to slice the ropes from her sisters wrists, catching her around the waist and hoisting her up so that she could lean on her. However, in her attempt to situate her sister properly to get the hell out of there she dropped her knife in the process. With no time to spare to pick it back up at risk of dropping them both she abandoned it and dragged her sister to the safety of her car. She turned over the engine, shifted into gear and sped off for the nearest hospital.

By the time the Djinn was killed and Sam had a chance to take a look around he found both girls to be missing. "Did you see them?" Dean nodded weakly. "Yeah, c'mon, let's get out of here."

On their way out Sam retrieved the forgotten knife, if anything, it would give him a reason to talk to her the next time their paths crossed.

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