Here's chapter 3. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed.
Twenty minutes later, a group of five people walked into the house. There was two women, two men, and a young boy. They were hunters, you could tell by their looks and the way that they smelled like whiskey and sulphur. Maybe they had noticed the demon thing after all, they just didn't put it all together.
Dean explained to situation to them. The first one to speak was a woman with long, black hair and coffee brown eyes that looked about thirty or so. "Why in hell should I trust this kid around my son?" She motioned toward a ten year old boy with her eyes and dark brown hair. "I lost my husband, I don't want to lose my boy too!"
Cas piped in, "We know her father and we sure owe her. Trust us on this, Reyna, she's trying to protect you."
Dean turned toward Paige. "Okay, time to explain this whole situation that Sam doesn't know about. First off, I swore to quit hunting but that never happened. Cas and I moved here and we started our own business, well businesses. I started an auto shop, which is very successful by the way, and we started DC Hunting. It's called DC for Dean and Cas, and it makes us extremely hard to find because we're stationed in Kansas. What happens is that we have a website that has the phone number of a cell that we got in DC. Reyna is our secretary, she takes the calls of the desperate hunters looking for professional help. We send people in, but they never actually meet the people who called them because we're undercover. The woman with the black hair is Reyna and the kid is her son, Tommy. The tall short haired woman is Nel and the short blonde is her boyfriend Walter. They're nineteen, but well trained. The big guy over there is Ken. He's older, but still up and kickin."
Paige replied, "Listen, we gotta go to Sam's as soon as possible in order to protect you. Dean, your secret will be gone, but these people will be safe."
Dean chewed his lip. "Wouldn't it be safer if I left them here, away from us, but kept them on speed dial?"
"It's really up to you."
Dean grinned from ear to ear. "Cas, pack your bags. I'll pack mine and Jo's because you have no taste. The rest of y'all better keep Kansas runnin' till we get back. Ya hear? I'm goin' to see Sammy"
The DC Hunting team headed out. Paige turned to the two remaining men.
"I'll be here tomorrow morning to take you there." The half-angel girl disappeared into thin air. Dean and Cas looked at each other, eyes wide open. What else could this chick do?
Reyna had just gotten home when one of her phones started ringing. She fumbled around until she pulled out the DC Hunting phone and spoke in a polite voice. "Hello. This is DC Hunting. Reyna Speaking. How may I help you?"
"Um hello, this is Sam Winchester. I normally wouldn't call for help, but this is important. What can you find out about a Paige Sanders? She claims to be the daughter of an angel, but she seems like shady business and I recognize her car from somewhere, I just can't put my finger on it." Reyna had to hold in her gasp so that he didn't hear her.
"Yes, I've met this girl. Everybody else in my group thought she was legit, but I was about to do some research to see who she really is. Stay on the phone, I'll try to look into it, but I might not be able to find it on such little information."
Reyna dashed to her computer and looked up 'Paige Sanders'. Nobody in their teens showed up. "Sam, do you have any other leads besides her name? Paige Sanders is either under eleven of over thirty-two."
Sam quickly replied, "Um, yeah. She may have taken another last name, but look up 'Sanders' and cut out all results that aren't in the northern part of the US. When she came up to my place, the cold didn't daze her too much."
"Oh my god!"
"What is it?!"
"Double homicide in North Dakota. Daughter leaves note that says 'I didn't kill them. God told me to blow this joint so leave me alone. You won't find me. Keep my name out of the press please. Also, cremate them. They're my parents, so don't you DARE try to bury them'."
"Do you think she killed them?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Could've been demons. Her car was in the picture in the papers, so that's why you recognized it."
"Okay, so what's her real name?"
"Give me a minute." Reyna looked up the mother's name, Delilah Sanders. There were accounts of a daughter being born, but no name for whatever odd reason. She tried her maiden name, Thatcher. She kept searching and searching until she found it. 'The winner of the tiny tot Easter egg hunt is Esther Thatcher.' "Sam," she said in a soft voice, "Her name is Esther Paige Thatcher."
"You seem concerned about her name. I mean, at least she's a real person or thing."
Reyna took a deep breathe. "It's just that Esther means secretive. She could be hiding anything."
"Or maybe she was the one that was hidden," spoke Tommy from the doorway.