Memoirs of a hunter

Layla got out of the house heading towards a certain direction.

"Should we give you a ride?" Dean asked.

"No I prefer my beauty over here" she answered pointing at the blue Camaro SS behind her." Besides I wouldn't stand your stupidity for over a hour."

"Could you at least be more kind, kiddo ?I could be your brother." Dean asked furious.

"And could you do me a favor and shut up? Here, kindness. In other case I would have kicked you in your….whatever lies there anyway."

"Do you want to check it?" he asked in his infamous grin.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Maybe..when hell freezes" Layla got in the car. No sooner than the engine was on, her phone rang." Who…?"Hello?"

"Miss me sweetheart?" Dean said.

"How..?"

"We are not newborns here, babe?"

"Where are we heading..babe?"

"Jarden, Iowa."

"Case?"

"Murdered couples.5 of them"

"Just..peachy." Layla said hunging up the phone.

She wasn't mean or anything, just never fitted into both of the two worlds:hunter's and peoples'.She born,raised and trained for this demons had killed both of her perents in front of her eyes…she was only ten and she had to watch them burn…that's why she was afraid of fire….That evil bitch..her name was Aliana…She said she was destined for great things, that why she was left alive…

She touched the mark on her wrist, a circle shaped mark."You paid bitch." She said to herself. after the death of her parents, Bobby found her. She trained her well enough, but she wanted more. She had already travelled enough until the age of 20,and has learned and seen things common hunters always ingnored. She was brilliant in her sector and she knew that. Being a hunter for her was a pleasure,not a curse. And now those dumpheads,the was mad at them,of course..Ellen was like a mother to her,Jo and Ash…poor Wnchesters had brought the damn Apocalypse,and they had crippled was pissed with them and she had every right. But she oughts to protect them even, with her life. The Angel boy, Castiel had visited her the day before the boys arrived, and told her everything. She believed him, not because he was an freakin angel but because the instinct of a hunter never lies. And she knew that pretty the mention of the Winchetser's name she has been quite a good friend all these years. she had helped him a lot with his research for YED 6 years ago,and she kinda owned him her life when he had saved her from a pretty difficult witch hunt. She was so sorry to know about his death, yet again the names of Dean and Sam were" in" that case. Dean wouldn't possibly knew about her, since John and every member of this "Hunting team" as she used to call them, they never said a single word about her as asked. God, she missed them so much.

She had indeed been through so much. Her parents were dead, almost every member of her hunting team, every man she ever loved. Every single person she ever loved was dead, damn it. She had lost faith a long time ago . It was like she was cursed or something. When she once met a crossroad demon,she had denied her soul because she was so torned apart that was off least that what's she had told broken she was indeed.

The only times she felt good were with her hunting family, and Matt. Matt .At that reminisince ,her eyes went a little wet. Maybe the only man she ever really loved. They were about to get married, when a demon possessed him,as a payback for killing his soulmate….And she had to kill him,because exorcism wasn't working…..

She looked at the rearview mirror at the lights of the Impala behind was eyes were wiped them out and whispered."bless me father for I have sinned." At least she hadn't lost faith in herself.