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And now for…CHAPTER 2!!!
When Sam and Dean got to the alley where the gunshots had come from, there was no one in sight. Just a small fire contained in a trash can and the distinct smell of burning flesh.
"There were hunters here." Dean said, examining a ring of salt around the can.
I don't suppose you mean us?" A voice said from behind him. It sounded feminine but Dean didn't get a chance to see who, or what it belonged to because he felt cold hard steel presses up against the back of his head.
"Drop the gun and backpack and turn around slowly…both of you" the voice said
Dean did as he was asked (told more like it) no use arguing with your mouth full of lead, or silver, or whatever their using for bullets he thought to himself. When he turned, he saw that Sam was in the same situation, he also saw that the person who was threatening to blow his brains out was a young woman…girl more like it he thought, she looked like a high-schooler.
Dean smiled at the girl, maybe he could schmooze his way out of this one, "Hey, uh, me and my brother Sammy here, were just takin' a walk." He said smoothly, but the girl just cocked the Magnum.
"With a backpack full of guns?" another voice beside the girl said. Dean looked, it was another girl pointing a gun at Sam, she was a little taller than the first, but looked about the same age.
"Wait." The first girl started looking confused as the first girl pulled a curved knife just like the one they had used on the vampire earlier.
"Their hunters." finished the second girl looking at the rest of the items in the backpack.
Dean winced at the word, he didn't want anyone to know who they were, especially people he didn't know or trust. But then again it takes a hunter to know a hunter. Who were these girls?
Dean was brought out of his thoughts by the first girl who actually seemed to look at him for the first time with realization.
"Sam? ...and Dean Winchester?" she asked him and un-cocked the gun and put it away.
"You know us?" Sam asked as the girls gave them back their hunting gear.
"Only by reputation, I guess" the girl in from of him said "I'm Amanda," and held out a hand for both of them to shake.
"And I'm Hannah." The girl in from of Dean said and did the same.
"Nice to meet you" Dean said, flashing a smile at Hannah, She may have threatened to kill him, but he couldn't deny the fact that she was cute. "I would introduce myself but you kind of took the words right out of my mouth." He paused for a second, "Since that's over, maybe you could tell us a little bit about yourselves, preferably a phone number, or something like that." He said turning on the good 'ol Winchester charm.
"We'd love to." Amanda said smiling at Sam, "But not here," She turned to Hannah, "I think it's time we found a crowded bar.
Half an hour later all four of them were sitting in a small, but packed, bar on the north side.
Hannah and Amanda had led the way in Hannah's 06 VW convertible Bug, and Sam and Dean followed in Dean's 67 Chevy Impala.
"You gotta be kidding me" Dean said, when he saw Hannah's car.
"I know! Don't you just love it?!" Hannah said happily, not realizing he was being sarcastic, and absentmindedly stroked the rear-view mirror.
"Come on Hannah, time to stop worshipping your car." Amanda said, and pushed her into the driver's seat. Hannah looked hurt, but didn't say anything.
Dean and Sam got into their car "Man, Sam if I ever get that obsessive over my car, shoot me." Dean said as he put the keys.
Sam watched as Dean stroked the steering wheel, absentmindedly "Sure, Bro" he smiled.
The back of the bar smelled of smoke, sweat, and beer, the prefect spot for talking about secret information. Everyone was either too drunk to care what they heard, or the music was so loud; earshot went only about a foot.
"So, you guys are hunters too?" Sam asked leaning in closely across from Amanda.
"Yep, pretty much came from a whole line of 'em. Both Hannah's and my fathers worked together on a couple of cases, and our mothers, who were like, second cousins eight times removed to each other, came from their own long, long line of hunters." Amanda answered
"That makes us third cousins nine times removed!" Hannah said in an annoyingly preppy voice, then looked a little confused as she thought about it " …or …something like that." She finally concluded.
"Don't hurt yourself" Amanda said flatly
Hannah shrugged it off and left the table to get some drinks.