Chapter 1

6 Years Later

I've never been one to run away from my problems. I was taught to stand up for myself, not to cower away from confrontation but when you have a crazy psycho chasing you down the deserted streets of Montana there isn't much else to do but run and hid hope to god he doesn't find you. I spot a corner coming up so I take a tight left hoping there is somewhere for me to hide for the time being. There isn't much in the alley only an over flowing dumpster that smells like somebody died in it and some crates. Nothing I can truly use to my advantage and I really do not want to get in that dumpster. I realise I don't have any other choice but to hide in that freakin disgusting dumpster so I climb in and try to bury myself as far down as possible.

'People chuck all types of shit into the rubbish' flashes through my mind as I pick up a copy of a times magazine. I'm having a hard time not to start reading it. I'll read just about anything I can get a hold of newspapers, magazines, books, hell even cereal boxes but I suppose when you're running from death it's not a great time to start reading. I might just have to take it with me if I can get the hell out of here. I hear footsteps approaching and try to breathe as lightly as possible. There is silence for several minutes, so I hop up and climb out of the dumpster. There is something in my hair and I really hope it's nothing disgusting, I don't know when the next time I get to shower will be. I reach up into my hair and pull out whatever is stuck there. When I look down I find a condom, throwing it as far away from me as possible.

"Arghhh that's fucking disgusting!"

Why couldn't I have just lived a normal apple pie life? A life where I wouldn't have to hide in a dumpster for any reason, if only my mother could see me now. Someone grabs me from behind and my first instinct is to scream. I throw my elbow back into the attackers face throwing him off guard. He lets go of me for a second, just enough time to spin around and throw a punch to the side of his face. I go for another swing, which is when he catches my fist and kicks his leg out. I end up on the ground with my attacker on top of me. After my mother died I learnt how to defend myself so I quickly flip us over so I'm now on top and punch him square in the face. Hearing a crack, I silently hope it is broken; the bastard deserves a lot more than that. My attacker is too strong and flips us back over, putting his whole body weight on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. There isn't much I can do now other than keep struggling underneath him. Hopefully he will get distracted and his grip will loosen.

I look up at my attacker and say, "What the hell Gordon?" We are supposed to be friends! John and I helped you kill that woogaroo a couple years back."

"Yes, I'm quite aware of that. You and John were quite helpful back then but now you're getting in my way of killing those filthy blood suckers."

I wish I had never met him the guy is a total nut job. I use to think there was only black and white, evil and good but when I discovered that those vampires weren't hurting humans and were feeding on cows to survive I knew I was no longer need in Montana. That was until I spotted Gordon at the local bar when I was grabbing a bite to eat before I left town. I knew he wouldn't just leave them alone, so I tried to convince him that I took care of the problem and that we should have a drink to catch up. That was until the next morning when he found out another couple cows were drained of blood. I tried to get out to the farm that the coven is staying at but Gordon got to me first. He isn't going to let me go until he kills them.

"There not hurting anyone Gordon, let them go."

"I'm not letting them go and I'm sure as hell not letting you go to warn them."

I see Gordon pull his arm back close his fist and aim it straight to my face. Suddenly it all goes black.

When I come to I notice that I have ropes tied around my ankles and that Gordon has hand cuffed me to a steel pole that has been welded into the floor. I rack my brain for a few minutes trying to think of a way out of here that's when I remember the small knife I have strapped to my ankle. When you're a hunter it's hard not to go outside without some sort of weapon strapped to you. I slowly rub my ankles together hoping that the friction will make the knife drop from the holster. After a few minutes I realise that the knife is no longer there. That most likely means that the asshole has groped me to see if I had any weapons on me, it is the smart thing to do but I wasn't sure Gordon was that inelegant. I had a switch blade that John gave me in my back jean pocket and a small indestructible Nokia that I keep in between my breast which I'm assuming he also took. To think he was touching my breast makes me want to the throw up the guy is all kinds of creepy.

I then realise that I pulled my bangs back with bobby pins this morning because they were annoying the shit out of me. When you go to the hairdressers they should have a sign up to warn you how annoying bangs are. When you're a child you believe the things your parents make you do are stupid and will never help you in the future; like making you do your homework or practise an instrument. My mother made me do gymnastics for 5 years and I'm kind of glad she made me do it now as I should hopefully be able to get one of these bobby pins out of my hair if I'm still flexible enough. After 10 excruciating minutes I'm able to get one of the pins out of my hair then I start to slowly pick the locks on my cuffs once I finally get one unlocked I rotate my hand in a circle a few times. Handcuffs hurt like a bitch, they never tell you that in any of those S&M pornos. I quickly check to make sure that the switchblade isn't in my pocket then I lift my shirt out and look down at my boobs. I have never been so happy to see something between my breasts. I quickly grab my phone out and call Shay the leader of the vampire coven. The phone rings a few times and I'm chanting to myself 'please pick up please pick up.'

"Hello"

"Shay thank Christ! It's Clare you need to get out of town right now there's another hunter in town and he is one his way to you, he doesn't believe you guys will stick to the animal diet. I don't know how long he has been gone for so you need to leave right now!"

"Thank you Clare we all really appreciate it, I don't know how we could ever repay you. Thanks for everything"

I then decided to ring an old friend because once Gordon figures out what I did he is going to be even more pissed at me. I have no idea what he is capable of. I dial the last number John gave me before he took off without a word a few months ago,

"Hello" says an unfamiliar voice.

"This is Clare is John there?"

"John can't come to the phone right now, can I help you"

I've had a long day and I tend to get testy when things don't go my way. It's not a very appealing quality but sometimes it helps get the job done and this guy is just getting on my nerves.

"Listen here asshole! I don't know who the hell you are but I need to talk to John right now it's a life or death situation!"

I hear a sigh through the phone and can't help but think bitchy Clare always gets results, a small smirk on my face.

"Look this is John's son, Sam is there anything I can do while he is unavailable"

"Oh, I'm sorry but no you can't help me I need to speak with John"

I didn't know John had a son. I've known the man for 6 years and he never mentioned any family other than Mary his wife that was killed by a demon.

"I'm sorry lady but John passed away about a month ago"

I feel like my whole world is crashing down, my heart is hammering so hard in my chest. John was the man who saved me all those years ago when that shape shifter came for my mother. He taught me all I know about hunting. He has been the only father figure I've ever known. I quickly grab the bobby pin and pick the other cuff lock then fumble with the ropes around my ankles until I get them undone. My ankles slightly hurt but I ignore the pain, stand up and say into the phone.

"How?"

"Look, do you mind telling me who you are first"

I could tell it wasn't a question. It was a statement. I was going to have to tell this Sam who I am and how I knew his father. There's no way he doesn't know about the supernatural especially with a father like John, hunting was pretty much his whole life after his wife died.

"My name is Clare Sampson, I met your Father when I was 16 he helped me with a shape shifter situation and he has looked out for me ever since. I called because I'm in a bit of a bind with another hunter and I was hoping John would help me"

"I don't know if my father told you what he was hunting most of the time but it eventually killed him" Sam says

"Yellow eyes" I mutters into the phone

"So he did tell you, can I help with this bind you're in?"

"No, I should be fine. I've gotten myself out of much worse. I just need to get the hell out of Red Lodge and put as many miles between me and Gordon as possible. Would it be okay if we met up sometime? I have a few journals Johns left me over the years and I've learnt everything I can from them, I thought you might want them"

I really want to meet this Sam Winchester and figure out why John never told me anything about him.

"That would be great, just hold on to this number and…"

I don't listen to the rest of what he is saying because I can hear a metal door shutting and heavy footsteps coming my way. I can't help but think what an idiot I am. I should have called Johns number when I got in the car to leave this god forsaken town.

"Um Sam could I call you back? If I happen to not call you back come to Red Lodge Montana and find an abandon building because Gordon has probably killed me and I'm going to need someone to salt and burn my burn. Okay bye"

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