Chapter one
Golden brown irises studied the college campus behind mirrored aviators. Her palm was getting sweaty, the flimsy excuse for a coffee cup was getting weak.
Around her Students milled about chattering excitedly. But she remained focused on one. Her eyes never straying from the mop of hair on the towering figure.
A sudden buzz from her jeans made her pause, stepping out of the way of a gaggle of girls and she flipped the phone open placing it to her ear without bothering to look at the name.
"Hello Green Eyes" she drawled it out raising the coffee cup to her mouth, eyes still focused on her target.
"I really wish you would stop calling me that" Dean Winchester's gravelly voice crackled through the speaker.
"And I wish I wasn't on babysitting duty, but here I am, drinking crap coffee and not gathering souls in a place that is just flowing with potential" She sassed her words glaring down at the coffee cup before giving it a lazy toss into a trash can, she looked up again and frowned, great her target was moving.
Dean sighed into the phone speaker as she began following the trio of people.
"You're mad"
"Irritable Dean, I understand you want to protect Sam, but I could be helping you"
"I'm a grown ass man, I don't need Help Levarra"
She frowned, "You forgot to pack earplugs" she stated "To hunt a banshee"
Dean made a choking noise. "Shit!"
"They're in your duffels side pocket with your toothbrush"
She could make out a zipper before Dean sighed.
"How's he doing"
She rolled her eyes at the subject change.
"Soaring GPA, A girlfriend, friends, and he seems happily stable" She slowed her paced as she watched Sam walk into a campus building.
Her blood rolled again; Sam was Happy, normal.
Dean was banshee hunting alone… again
"No trouble lurking then"
She shook herself from the dark thoughts creeping the edges of her mind.
"Not unless we count me, my depths of the forest"
Dean made a sound like he was trying not to laugh, "That one was disturbing, just keep me updated"
Levarra snapped the phone shut, sighing. She wandered over to find a stone bench, eyes trained on a wall of windows, she could see Sam's hair barely through the window.
Her mouth pulled into a grimace; Dean really got the short end of life. Always looking after Sam, never getting to be just…Human.
Her muscled tensed up as a chill went up her spine and she rushed to her feet, pulling the sunglasses to the tip of her nose, eyes scanning the campus. Something was here, watching her.
The golden-brown eyes narrowed, No, not watching her. She turned slowly and raised her head up staring at the classroom the youngest Winchester was in.
Something was watching Sam