Week earlier…

Unlike the Winchesters that were traveling hunters with no place to call an actual home, the Sterling sisters did have a place of their own. A house that had been left to them in their parent’s will.

“I want you guys to continue trackin’ that bitch down, y’hear?”

Deena had been packing new piles of clothes into her duffel bag as she lectured her sisters – Allie and Sarah – what needed to be done, where they needed to go, the precautions that needed to be taken. Even though they were just as experienced as herself, Deena was the eldest and had promised that she’d look after them. This time around though, the death of Dean had reached them; it shouldn’t have had came a surprise to her due to the knowledge of the year contract he had, but still, the death of a hunter – especially a Winchester – was enough to cause fellow Hunters to mourn.

The Winchesters were the best. A bit reckless, but they knew their job.

“I’m going to see if Sam needs help; whether he likes it or not,” she continued on. Deena couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose a sibling, but the pain she knew all to well. The common ground that the Sterling sisters and the Winchester brothers shared was the loss of their parents and the love they had for Bobby Singer.

“Keep your noses clean.”



Present…

As Deena sped down the highway, a few profane words escaped her lips. The trail that Sam had left behind was nothing but lukewarm and getting colder by the day; had it not been for vampires and other assortment of demons that plagued each town and city along the way, Deena was more than certain that she would have caught up to Sam a long time ago.

It was clear as yesterday that when Deena had a one-on-one conversation with Dean, he had made her promise that when he left that she would help pick up the slack and watch over his brother as best she could, even if she had her own siblings to worry about. He had laid it in on her on how special Sam was and what he was supposedly was. Even though Dean was a lot of things, a liar wasn’t really one of them when it came to his job and family. She had been reluctant to agree; and to this day, it was a promise that remained a secret. Not even her own sisters knew.

The last place that Bobby said that Sam was in was in Kansas City, Missouri. “’bout damn time,” she said, passing the welcome sign as she entered the city limits.

“Can’t believe we just missed her!”

It was day nine of their hunt for Bela, making it a little over a week now.

Dean had literally had to put the pedal to the metal when their little side adventure cost them to lose Bela. It was moments like these where Dean hated vengeful ghosts more so, thinking that the dead just needed to get over with whatever that had happened to them; fortunate for the brothers, it had been an easy case to solve, but no matter what, Dean still hated losing the time that could be spent in recovering the Colt, because, without it the war was pretty much lost – and it had yet to get here.

“Sarah find out where she’s headed to next?” The youngest Sterling sister was Sam’s counterpart, and was – in Dean’s opinion – a hell of a lot smarter than his brother, which baffled Dean. At this point, he had accepted it, because, that girl had the know how in tracking someone down with that nifty laptop of hers. Where as Sam was stuck using his Blackberry during their travels in the Impala, Sarah had once told Dean that she had the computer capability and was growing in the field of hacking.

As he released the gas pedal, Dean began to make a turn that would not cause the Impala to topple over and go rolling with the speed he was going at. “She better be connected with everyone else!”

Deena Sterling felt and heard the pounding of her own heart as she raced through one of the many forests in Roswell, New Mexico with a Smith and Wesson in hand that was loaded with silver bullets. She could hear her sisters running along side her close by, eventually going their separate ways in order to cover more ground. A trail of reckless killings with missing hearts had brought the sisters to this city – the lack of hearts in the victim’s bodies had been a clear sign that a werewolf was the cause; the downside was that the wolf had managed to elude them, escaping through two states and a handful of cities.

What she didn’t know was that another pair of Hunters was nearby on the same hunt.

With her legs on fire, Deena made a cut to the right and was glad that she was familiar with the territory, being as this was the sisters second time being in Roswell. As luck would have it, in the near distance, Deena saw a fleeing feminine body with blonde hair. Without ceasing her running steps, levering her arms as she brought the gun up, a shot was fired off – even though the shot had struck the girl in the back of her shoulder, it was enough to throw her off balance, allowing Deena to go in for a tackle. “Ooh, no you don’t.”

As she wondered what was taking her sisters, Deena began to wrestle the no-name girl, having her weapon knocked from her grip she stared up at the feral blue eyes and fangs, struggling to keep its fangs from her neck while feeling her flesh being ripped apart. After a bit of rolling, Deena had managed to gain the upper-hand and be on top, struggling to keep the dominance as she tried to grab a silver stake from the inside of her jacket pockets.