Pilot Part 2

A/N: Hi, all! It's been a while. I've had an extremely busy summer! As you can see, this next chapter is not from Hana's POV. This is a rarity. I won't be doing it unless I feel as if I can write the scene better from another character's perspective.

Raelynn's POV

I gently stroked the horse's mane, cooing to it. This particular horse was very bipolar. She's ornery most of the time, but today she seemed oddly calm.

I looked up at the sound of tires inching over the dirt road that led to my farm. Strange. No one called to say they were visiting today. I didn't recognize the the black '67 Impala as belonging to anyone I know.

I strode up to the barn, grabbing and cocking the rifle sitting against the outer wall. Who knows, these people could be drunkards, theifs, or maybe high schoolers just wanting to see how pissed off they can make me.

I smirked at the last thought. They're gonna find that I'm already pissed that they're on my property without permission, and already am pissed off enough to have my gun in hands.

The car pulled to a stop somewhere nearer the house. I sighed. Damn, why do surprise attacks never seem to work for me?

I was about to confront the trespassers when a familiar voice floated to my ears.

"Rae, calm down, it's just me! If you point a gun at me again I will smack you!"

I squealed and dropped the gun, running out from behind the barn and hugging my best friend. "Jesus, Hana, why didn't you call first? I almost shot you!"

She broke away from the embrace, but she wasn't smiling. Her face betrayed indecision. Her lips were in a thin line. "Rae, we need to talk. This is Dean, and his brother Sam." I nodded, closely examining them.

Both were handsome, that's for sure. Sam was taller, with unkept dirty blond hair and stormy green eyes, rimmed with brown. I loved their complexity. He threw me an awkward grin as he caught me looking at him. I blushed, smiled, and moved on to his brother.

Dean was shorter, but still taller than me, and had Hana by a couple inches. His brown hair was styled slightly, pulling it back from his face. His eyes were freaky green. A little stubble grew along his jaw and his smirk showed confidence. They looked like they belonged on a movie set, roughed up jackets and all.

I returned my attention to Hana as she cleared her throat. "This isn't about happy introductions, you know."

I frowned. I made a mental note to get payback later for interrupting my staring session. "About what? You're not pregnant, are you?" I didn't give any time for my friend to answer, storming up to the brothers and glaring at them. "Which one of you sons of bitches got my friend pregnant?"

Hana's hand on my arm lulled me out of my rage. "I'm not pregnant, Rae. It's-"

I cut her off, a bit overexcited. "Are you getting married? You better name your first child after me!"

She seemed to be getting a little more agitated as she responded again. "I'm not getting married. It's something bigger than that. You... Might want to sit down."

I'd already gone through all of the happy scenarios I could come up with, and the first negative one made me gasp. "Did somebody... Die?"

The look on Hana's face told me no. "Would you just sit and listen? The guessing game isn't why I'm here."

I sighed and led them inside, sitting resigned at the dinner table. Hana cast a glance I'm the direction of the brothers before sighing herself. I could tell that this discussion was long put off.

I blinked, trying to process all the information they had just thrown at me. I had a hard time believing them. Werewolves? Spirits? Demons? But at the same time, I knew that Hana wouldn't lie about something like this.

At first I thought it was a joke, laughing unabashedly at their antics. But then I saw the look on Hana's face.

Jaw tightened, eyes steely, lips not even twitching. She was being completely honest. The boys had similar expressions.

I felt the blood drain from my face. "You're... Serious."

Hana nodded. "Damn straight," Dean commented from behind her. She sent a glare over his shoulder at him. He just shrugged and smirked.

I sorted through everything they told me. "And you... Hunt these creatures?" I didn't give them any time to respond, however, as I was already going on, having thrown myself headfirst into one of my famed rants. "What the hell is wrong with you? This is the same reason I don't understand stormchasers! You're not supposed to be running towards the danger, you're supposed to be running away from it! You people are... Insane!"

None of them flinched, and I suddenly realized that they're probably used to it.

I looked at Hana, my best friend. I couldn't believe that she had been hiding something like this from me. Then I frowned. "Hana, why are you telling me all this now? You could've chosen to keep it a secret until we're old or spilled it all those years ago when we first met. So, why now?"

Hana glanced at her sneakers. It was clear that she was kind of skittish in her reasoning. "I was hoping that you would... Come with us... On this hunt..."

I cut her off. "Hana, as much as I love you, and as devilishly handsome these boys are, I can't go with you. I don't know anything. I would just be a weight on you guys. I would... Hold you back. And, I need to take care of my horses."

Hana sighed, countering my reasoning with her own. "You have basic survival skills mastered, you have a better shot than I do, you were nearly valedictorian, and I have a couple friends that can look after your horses. Please. You don't go, I don't go."

I considered. The trip would be dangerous. My horses would miss me. Hell, I'll miss them. But then again, this trip could be awesome. Me and Hana could become closer, as we'd been drifting apart lately. Besides, the boys were hella hot. My horses will be fine. And I need more adventure in my life. Plus it'd be a nice chance to find out the truth, once and for all.

I turned to Hana. I grinned. Biting her lip. Again.

I looked her in the eye and nodded. She sighed and smiled, her body physically relaxing.

"Give me five minutes to pack. And say goodbye to my horses. And go to the bathroom."

Chuckles met my proclamation. "Hurry up, Rae, or I'm leaving without you."