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.

The dark-haired woman continued to ravage the man’s body in heated passion, not just was pleasure on her part but to seek the revenge against the woman with whom he had committed the seventh commandment: Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery. Not only did he release sighs of pleasure, but his breathing had become suffocative like he was gasping for that fresh breath of air, but fought it due to fearing that he might lose this moment of excitement. With heated palms, she pressed them against his chest causing his heart to strain as she rode him.

At the time of climax, a devilish grin marked her red lips just before she cried in ecstasy. As her back arched, and nails dug into his shoulders – literally piercing the flesh – she would laugh maniacally at the sound of his pain. She gazed down at him and with a smirk, felt the exiting of his penis by unnatural means. Sharp razors within her vagina had sliced off the partner's penis, leaving him in unbearable pain that sent his body into shock. Once she had rendered him helpless, canines emerged from gums pushing out the ones she had already.

Red eyes snapped toward the sound of a crashing door while a guttural growl sounded from the base of her throat. This was an event she certainly wasn’t expecting, especially as a young, blond woman came charging into the room.

Even though Jo’s first reflex was to turn and hurl her afternoon meal, she kept the barrel of the shotgun trained on the succubi. “Can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but…,” BANG! Two rounds of salt rounds penetrated the demonic spirit’s naked chest, causing it to disperse into nothingness. The body of the young woman that it had possessed however wasn’t as lucky. Jo stepped toward the bloody scene and peered at the girl and witnesses as she shriveled into an old hag. Getting the spirit was beginning to prove to be a bitch; it had already left over a dozen dead men, and a handful of young women dying of old age.

Just as Jo was preparing to leave the house, she felt an overwhelming heat build within the depth of her gut. Exiting the room, and dropping her shot gun, Jo clasped onto the wooden railing and leaned against it, gasping. Oh god, no. She had become possessed by the spirit itself.

“You know Sa—,” the sound of a beep was emitted from his cell phone, causing Dean to pause in mid-sentence and lean off to the side in order to withdraw his cell from the back of his pocket and stare at it like ‘what-the-hell’. With a brow being brought up, reading the little screen that said he had an incoming text message, Dean just stared at it with confusion on his face before tossing it to Sam.

“Check that out.” Dean did not need to inform his brother that he did not know what to do next, because, all he was really skilled to do was answer the phone and/or getting to his voicemail – he could even track someone down with the GPS signal; but checking out text messages and replying to them and downloading songs or images? That was a whole other story that Dean knew that his brother took pride in poking fun at him about. “Text message,” was all he said, who it was from – that was Sammy’s department.

"So what else did Bobby have to say about our next adventure?"

As per usual, the eldest Winchester brother could be found behind the wheel of his baby - '67 Chevy Impala. Despite the fact that she was a gas guzzler, and was the source that took most of his money on their road trips; Dean still loved the automobile. The last couple days had been a hit and a miss when it came to their hunts, and Dean was beginning to wonder if Evil suddenly decided to give up? Nah. It was a nice thought, but something that would not happen anytime for sure; thusly, causing Dean to ponder on what lied ahead. He had a year to live and the clock was ticking; the thought of his time reaching its' expiration date, and leaving Sam behind was not a pleasant one. So kicking Evil's butt? Overtime needed to be done - BIG TIME.

Crunching up the wrapper, that housed his bacon cheeseburger into a little ball, Dean chucked it over his shoulder into the backseat before he took a swig of the watered down Coca-cola. A face was made. "Ugh, thought I said no ice? Nasty." Of course, Dean was just complaining for the sake of complaining.

Just then, the musical introduction of Blue Oyster Cult's : Don't Fear the Reaper came to life on the radio, causing Dean to grin like the Rock fanboy he was. "Well Sammy?"