Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable! Addison and Melanie are my OCs!


A girl with dyed Black hair and deep green eyes smiled at her 19 year old younger sister as they got into the car. It was her perfect car, a Black '67 Chevy Camaro.

The girl's name was Addison Sanders. She was adopted. Addison was made fun of at school, and she didn't bother with college knowing she'd be dragged back into hunting one way or the other.

Hunting. Not normal hunting. She and her sister were partners in hunting the supernatural. Everything that goes bump in the night. Demons, vampires, ghosts, ghouls, you name it.

Addison's one dream was to get back to her real family. Her real mom was dead but that wouldn't stop her from getting back to her brothers.

"So Mel, what's the hunt about?" She asked, speeding through the roads.

"Slow down, Addison!" Melinda complained, "Anyways, it could be a vengeful spirit. Maybe. People dying in ways to look like suicide with their hearts missing."


"Nope. I don't think so…"

"Five bucks."

"You're on."


"So this hunt is…?" Dean trailed off, looking at Sam; they were leaving in the morning to go on another hunt.

"I'd say werewolf. Both victims died with their hearts missing, and it looked like suicide." Sam answered, not looking up from his laptop.

"Nice. I've been dyin' to hunt another werewolf after last time…" Dean thought about his last werewolf hunt. He went without his father and actually did well.

"I was in Stanford wasn't I?"


It's not much but it's something, right? I've got school so I can't update too much, but minimum would be once a week!

:) Keep reading!