A/N: this is a fic I'm writing with my sister. We came up with this weeks before seeing the commercial that states that there are other hunters out there, and this being stated by a female voice. This is our first Supernatural fic and we are both worried about Sam and Dean falling out of character so if we do PLZ call us on it.
Disclaimer:Supernatrual belongs to Eric Krike (but I think I'm miss spelling his name).
Chapter One
"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess," Mr. Summers began reading yet another fairy tale from his daughter's shelf. This was the third time tonight that'd she'd awoken screaming. Each time he'd roused from his sleep and clambered into her room to calm her. Little Gracie, his seven year old princess was his world, the love of his life. But she was grading on his last nerve tonight. She fell back to sleep before the prince saved his princess and they rode off to live happily ever after. He replaced the book on the shelf, shut out the light and pulled the door up leaving a crack where the bathroom light would still seep in her room.
The moment her father was gone Gracie's eyes snapped open. She knew when he was gone the monsters came out. She could already hear it's moving under her bed. Her eyes scraped over the dark corners and the door of her closet. When the sound of its nails dragging on the wooden floor reached her she pulled the blanket over her head. But even that wasn't enough to block out it's silhouetted form standing over her. She let out a blood curdling scream as it lowered down over her.
Two girls ran down a long gravel road. Behind them, two boys their own age followed with squirt guns. The two girls were Autumn, the older sister, and Athena, the younger one. The boys were Dean the older brother, and Sam, the younger one. Dean pounced on Athena, shooting her in the face making her scream. Sam and Autumn stood to the side laughing, until Athena disarmed Sam, threw Dean off her and began to shoot her sister.
"Boys! Let's go!" Sam and Dean's father called.
"Can't you stay a little longer, Mr. Winchester?" Autumn asked.
"No, sweetie. Sam, Dean and I have to go fight the bad guys."
"You'll come back, right?" Mr. Winchester got on his knees to Autumn's height.
"We'll come back."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Swear?" Mr. Winchester laughed.
"I swear."
"You'd better."
"We will. You'll see us again." Mr. Winchester got up and got in the car for the boys to say their good-byes.
"We'll miss you." Athena said.
"We'll miss you, too" Sam said, hugging Athena. He hugged Autumn and stepped back beside his brother. Dean shook Athena's hand and stuck his hand out to shake Autumn's. Autumn looked at his hand and then back up to Dean. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him as tight as she could. When she let him go, she gently kissed his lips and stood behind Athena.
The boys climbed in the car. Dean stuck his head out the window as they pulled away.
"I'll miss you, too naughty Autty."
"Sam, wake up." Sam opened his eyes and looked around.
"Where the hell are we?" he asked.
"We're on a back road right now. Stopped for a couple beers. You coming or what?" Dean got out of the car and looked in the car at his little brother. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're not having any weird nightmares that actually happen, are you?"
"No. No, this wasn't a bad dream. Let's just go in." Sam crawled out of the car and grabbed his laptop out of the back.
Dean led him to a table in a back corner where his laptop wouldn't be seen and cause any problems, not that they couldn't handle any human. A waitress came over after a few minutes and took their order: two Buds, before walking away, leaving Dean one phone number richer. Sam set up his computer and started going through some papers he'd saved at their last stop, a café in a small town off the highway.
"Are you going to have even a little fun, little brother?" Dean asked scanning the room for his next buddy.
"I'm going to find something to do." Sam answered as if this were the most logical thing in the world. Dean watched his brother worriedly. "I'm fine, now go." Sam urged hating to be watched.
"Okay. Okay."
Dean scooted out of the booth and went to do what he did best. Sam looked up every once in a while to keep an eye on his brother. After they'd been there about a half hour, he looked up to see his brother leaning against the bar talking to a pretty blonde, with an auburn haired friend behind her. Dean didn't seem to notice that neither girl was taking him very seriously. Lord only knows what story he was feeding the two.
"But that's enough about me. What brings two beautiful ladies like yourselves, to a dirty little backwoods place like this?" Dean finished up telling the two about his wonderful baseball career. The bar tender shot him a dirty look when he'd referred to the establishment as "a dirty little backwoods place", but Dean had just shrugged that off. The blonde was obviously the talker in out of his fine pair, the auburn just kept her head down, giggling, not that that was a problem.
"Well, Dean Winchester, to be honest we're after a demon or something of the sort." the blonde said with a smile.
"How'd you know my name?" Dean asked floored. He'd told the pair his last name was Gore.
"You seriously don't remember us?" she sighed. "I'm Athena Daemon and this is my sister Autumn." Dean was still drawing a blank so the girl continued. "You were ten-ish. Your dad vanquished a few Native American spirits…. any of this ringing any bells?"
"Not really." Which was true. They'd dealt with plenty of Indians over the years.
"You guys swore you'd come back, and you can't even remember us?" Athena whined.
"Oh, Teenie, we tell people that too. It's all part of the job. Our dad was always promising to teach us to shoot a bow. But never managed it, so when he broke his promise again your dad pulled out his bows and taught us." That had only happened once. Two little girls he and his brother had befriended and his father had felt sorry for. Their own dad had blamed them for his brother's death, because it was their fort he'd been building when the ghosts had attacked.
"I think I remember you… You're hunting now?" he asked.
"Didn't Dad tell you? Heck the man taught us most of what we know."
"No, he didn't mention it. So what are you after?"
"We don't know yet. Why don't we go sit with Sammy and we'll tell ya what we know." Athena offered. Dean glanced at his brother before leading the way. He was still trying to gather his memories enough to know how well they'd known each other, how was he supposed to act, and what, if any, inside jokes were there.
