Alyra

It had been two years since I left my Mom. I hadn't been back, but I had a search warrant out for me. As well as an amber alert. So I changed things up over the past two years. Right now I am in New Orleans on a case.I had gotten word from Rufus about it. I met him shortly after I ran away. He took me under his wing and taught me what I didn't know. I parked my bike and took my helmet off. I was on the outskirts at a dingy hotel. People were dying in odd ways. Rufus was busy so he asked me to go meet the other hunters that were coming to help. I was happy to do so. He didn't give me much, just told me to look for a 67' Chevy Impala. I sat on my bike and opened up my storage space. I pulled out a snack and quickly scarfed it down. I closed the storage space just as the car I was looking for pulled in. I climbed off and waited as three men stepped out. Once they turned, I was surprised. One was old, clearly. One was in his early twenties and the other couldn't even be much older than me. They all looked around.

"Bobby said someone would be here. Rufus told him that there was someone here who knew the French Quarter really well. I don't see him." The man in his early twenties said.

"Don't assume it's a man, Dean. I raised you better than that. Sammy quit pouting. You're part of this family whether you like it or not." The boy my age looked miserable.

I sighed. I saw a fire in his eyes though. He would leave the life. He didn't want it.

"Dad? What kind of vehicle did Bobby say we were looking for?" Dean asked.

"He said a bike." I smirked.

I watched as 'Dean' looked around. He saw me and kept looking. He was really hot, but I was still jailbait for another few months. His eyes met mine again. He finally looked down to see what I was leaning against.

"No way! She's a fucking child." I stood up and walked over to them.

"Hello. Names Alyra. You the ones Rufus said I'd be meeting with?" The older man furrowed his brows.

"I thought you'd be older. What's a girl doing dealing with witches?" I am pissed now.

"Excuse me? I don't care who the hell you are, but just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't beat your ass. I've lived in New Orleans for a year, just studying it. It was my first solo assignment from Rufus on witches. So suck it. I know this place like the back of my hand. I can get you the answers you need. However, I needed help, because we aren't dealing with one witch. It's an entire coven. Also, you're one to talk about raising your son better about assuming shit about people. You don't know me, and I don't know you, but I don't like you. Just because I'm a child doesn't mean jack shit. I started hunting before I had any help. So I prefer working alone. Have been for years. So this girl is dealing with witches because it's what she was meant to do. It's what her dad does. So either you can accept my help or go in blind." I was face to face with the man old enough to be my dad.

He looked surprised. I was glaring at him. He blinked first and stepped away.

"Very well. I'm sorry. What was your name again?" He asked.

I scoffed, stepping back and leaning a bit. I didn't know him, but I didn't like him much.

"I'm Alyra Singer as I said earlier, and you are?" A strange look went over the old man's face.

"I'm John Winchester. Any relation to Bobby Singer?" My heart stopped.

Rufus had told me about Bobby and what his name was once he found out mine. He had told me he was a hunter. He had also told me where he lived.

"Yeah. Not going to tell ya how, but yeah I am. Who are they?" I nodded towards Dean and Sammy.

"I'm Sam." The youngest boy said.

"I'm Dean. What's a pretty thing like you doing a job like this?" He was cute, but an ass.

Sam was quiet and retreated into himself. I stepped towards Dean. I hated being violent towards other hunters, but this was okay. As I took my final step towards him I brought my right leg forward and shifted just right and kicked him in the crotch. His face turned red and he dropped to the ground. I bent over and gripped his chin making him look at me.

"This pretty little thing just brought you to your knees. I'm not impressed by you Dean." I stepped away.

I took a deep breath and turned to John. He flinched and backed away. Sam was trying not to laugh. I smiled at Sam.

"No need to stifle your laughter Sam. It was funny." John glared at me.

Then he glared at Sam. Sam shut down. Oh hell no. I grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him next to me. John looked confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screwed up my face.

"Excuse me?" I was glaring again.

"I'm asking why you pulled my son away from me." I looked at Sam.

I met his eyes. He shook his head no. I frowned. I wouldn't force Sam to tell his father, but I would give him a way out. I relaxed my face.

"There was a bee. I'm allergic, so I kind of freaked out. Sorry." I smiled.

I let Sam go. At this point Dean was standing up now. He was still in pain.

"Well, now that introductions are over. Let's get checked in so we all can rest before the morning. I don't mind sharing a room with someone. This place has two beds per room." John didn't look happy with me.

Dean was watching me, but still in pain. Sam didn't say a word. That made me mad. He didn't feel comfortable speaking up for himself. He had barely spoken.

"Well since no one is going to say anything. I call dibs on Sam. I'm not rooming with two grumpy old men," John looked ready to say no, "Just because we are teenagers, doesn't mean we aren't smart enough to not do stupid teenage stuff. I've been a hunter since I was 14. I grew up a long time ago." I glanced at Sam.

He looked sick. I turned to John and smiled.

"See y'all in the morning." I dragged Sam with me to the office.

I opened the door and went to the desk. I dinged the bell. A young man stepped up and his eyes swept over me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm booking two rooms for my Dad, brothers, and I. Can I get two rooms that have two beds?" I tightened my grip on Sam's arm as the door opened again.

The guy's face turned pale. I chuckled and pulled out my credit card. I handed it to him. He quickly ran it. I smiled as he handed it back to me.

"Thank you so much." He quickly got our room keys.

I grabbed them both. I placed one in my jacket and set the other key in John's hand. I patted his jacket.

"Goodnight, Dad." He looked shocked.

I saw a smirk on Dean's face. Sam's face was blank, but I saw the twinkle in his eye. I led Sam to room 8. I unlocked the door and let him in first. I shut the door and ran to my bike. I activated the alarm and grabbed my duffel. I went back to mine and Sam's room. I heard words from inside. As I got closer to the door, I heard John's voice.

"Do not blow this Sam. You have to get used to hunting someday. It's our family legacy. Something killed your mother! It's our job to hunt until we find the thing that killed her. When I'm gone it's your job! Do you-" I slammed the door open.

"Get out John. Now." I saw Sam's face.

I wasn't happy with that look.

"Out now." I snarled.

He came up to me faster than I expected. I wasn't prepared for the slap.

"You are a little girl. How I raise my son is my business! Stay-" I had my gun out and against his chin.

He looked surprised. Never had I raised this gun to a human who didn't deserve it. It was only used on monsters. I've killed one human with it, one. It was self defense.

"While I am here, you will treat your son better. I have never killed a human," that was a lie, "however, I will not stand by as your son throws his life away to keep you happy. A word of advice, keep this up and he'll leave. You'll lose him. Now I suggest we all go to bed. We'll deal with everything else in the morning." I pulled my gun away.

I felt the tremble of my hand. I hadn't had an episode in a year. Yet this man reminded me so much of my mother. He was more focused on hunting instead of letting his boys grow up and do what they wanted. I hid my hand and pointed to his room.

"Go." I snarled.

He walked away. I felt my right hand start shaking. I placed the gun in my holster. I waited until he was in front of his door. He turned to me. I was trembling. I saw a shift in his eyes. He glanced over my body. His brows furrowed. A hand landed on my shoulder.

"Hey-" I spun around, punching whoever it was in the throat.

I kicked his shin and had my gun pointed at the person. I took a deep breath. I realized who it was. It was Dean. He was holding his throat. I quickly put my gun away. I tossed Sam the room key and ran to my bike. I put my helmet on and started it. I had almost shot Dean. This was why I worked alone.

"I'll be back! Get some sleep!" I yelled.

I set my visor down and took off. I needed to go see Rosa. She helped me a lot when I came to New Orleans a year and a half ago. It wasn't long before I came into the French Quarter. Rosa owned a little herb shop. She was a witch, but not like others I had met. It was late, but Rosa was the only one who could help me. I parked in front of her house and turned the bike off. I texted Rufus asking for the Winchester's phone number. He sent it no questions asked. I told them I was saying I was staying with a friend. I shoved my phone in my pocket and quickly rushed to the door. I knocked. I waited for a bit. I knocked loudly this time. I wrapped my arms around myself. I heard footsteps and then the door was open. I looked up to find someone I didn't recognize.

"Who are you? It's late." She snarled.

"I'm here for Rosa. It's I-important." I tried to take a deep breath.

She looked me over. I gripped my arms tighter, digging my nails into my arms.

"P-please?" I bit my lip.

"Violet? Who is it?" That was Rosa's voice.

It had been six months since I last saw her, and I wasn't exactly giving her much warning.

"Rosa I thought you said no one would interrupt us. Why is a hunter showing up at your door?" My world slowed.

How did she know I was a hunter? Right I had a gun and dagger equipped. Plus my anti possession tattoo wasn't hidden. I fell to the ground. The voices sounded muffled and I couldn't focus.

"Alyra!?" I could understand that, but after that everything was muffled again.

I felt strong warm arms pick me up. This had to be Rosa's son, Emanuel. I heard the yelling and whined. I pressed my face against Emanuel. I heard and felt a rumble in his chest. I heard a scream. It had come from me. My whole body was shaking. I could hear my name again, but I felt tired. I hated these episodes. My body shut out everything around me, until I felt safe again. I was shivering. I opened my eyes and saw two blurry figures in front of me. That's all I saw. I whined again. A blanket was placed over me. I heard my name again before I passed out.