Oh god she was tired. That wendigo had been hell to kill. Starla was covered in blood and sweat when she entered her motel room. She headed straight for the shower striping her now torn long-sleeved shirt she tossed it in the trash to be burned latter. One reason she was so go she left no trace of her. She would burn anything that had blood on them so that no one could try and use it against her. She had her droughts anyone could get the power of a Nephilim form her blood, but it was something that even her brother didn't take a chance on either. She would change her aliases and licenses plates every month to avoided being fallowed. But she was not changing her truck. Sighing she got in the shower and washed off the hunt form her body. Thanks to her blood she would heal faster but she would still have faint scares. Once she was done, she got dressed. She put on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. A black long-sleeved thermal that had them holes. She found her belt from the hunt and checked to make sure it was good to use. Nodding she threw it on the bed and grabbed her socks when her phone rang. "Hey Rose." "so how did it go?" Roses strangely sweat voice told her something was up. "what happens Rose?" her friend sighed. "Marcuse wants you to head after a trickster next." "ok who all is going after it?" "That's the problem it just you." She paused in reaching for her black knee-high boots. "I'm sorry what did you say?" "I know he wants you to do a scout hunt to see how many will be needed." "really it's a trickster ill need a whole team." She put her boots on angrily then reached for her black tactical belt. "I know I tried to tell him, but you know how he has been lately." She sighed nodded forgetting Rose couldn't see her. "I'll go but I already know it will be a whole team hunt." "ok be safe star." "you two Rose." She hung up and threw her phone on the bed "idiot." Grabbing her make up bag because hey she is a woman after all went to the mirror and stared. She really didn't need make up but without it she looked like her mother. she shook her thoughts away and put her make up on. When she finished her eyes had a copper eyeshadow and were lined with black eyeliner. She had a shade of red granite on her lips to top it off. When she stepped back, she looked like the most dangerous woman in the world. Smirking she collected all her things even the trashed shirt, so she could burn it down the road and climbed into her truck. The four door F350 Ford had saved her life more times then she could count. She had done all the modifications herself. It had a special lock on the water proof toolbox as It held her salt, shovels, lighter fluid, machetes, holy water, and holy oil. The rest of the bed held her cans of gasoline and had a roll up cover that made getting read of bodies a lot easier. Under her back seat was ammo and guns. In the console had all her IDs and multiple copies of several agency's paper work. On her dash there was several switches. there was a siren with lights, a set of retractable blades, and a flame thrower that shot out from all sides of the truck. She smiled as she saw the switches her and her brother had had fun on one hunt with the flam thrower. Shaking her head, she started the truck and headed to the address Rose texted to her. Well what do you know looks like she was going to college after all.
When she got there and heard the stories, she knew it was a trickster. Slow dancing aliens and an alligator in the sewer? It was a trickster without question who apparently had a thing for punishing dicks. But what stopped her in her tracks was the 67 cheve impala that she knew belonged to the Winchesters. A long time ago her farther had offered John Winchester to join the order but he said no. the two would still on very rare hunt together but that was it. She had never meet him or his boys. But she knew about them. She waited as the boys and a man that she assumed was Bobby Singer speed away from the concert hall. She grabbed her sword that she found when she was sixteen and strapped it to her side. She then grabbed her farther sword that was once his farther and has been in their family since anyone could remember and strapped it to her back. Grabbing her fingerless gloves, she walked right in the building. Standing at the back of the hall she put on her gloves and adjusted her sword. When she looked up though she froze. This was not a trickster but something much worse an arc angel.