My Supernatural Story

Sam and Dean Winchester started out as simple hunters, right? They've fought demons, angels, ghosts, etc. But have they ever met their match? Has anyone really shown them up? Sam and Dean meet a pair of hunters unlike anyone they've ever met. From the first episode and on, their story changes.


1. The Pride House

I have always had a peculiar life, but I never thought that my life would be this crazy. I guess I could start by explaining everything from the beginning. Well I was born in Kansas on January 14, 1981. I had a pretty normal life until my mom’s friend; I call her my aunt, Ellen told me how her husband died when I was only ten years old. Jo was still pretty young so she didn’t understand, but from the moment she mentioned hunting, I was beyond curious. Once my parents split up and my mom started working all the time, Ellen kinda raised me. So, she raised me to be a hunter. Not that I forced her anything. That’s about it for my crappy childhood, not much. Now I’m 23 and searching for the piece of shit Mai that took my father last week. It started like this, I was taking few weeks off of hunting while I helped Jo and Ellen in the bar, and I got a call from my mom and boom! Dads gone. There was a sign of struggle and a lot of blood. Any good hunter knows the Mai ate him, bone and all.  I hardly knew my dad very much, but he’s still my family. Now for what took my dad, the Mai. They are hybrid of cat and human, dating back to the ancient Egyptians. They work like vampires, in a way. They all stick together in a pride, example being a nest, and they have their leader, the Pride Leader. Now the only way to kill a Mai is to bathe a knife in a fallen members poison. Their poison is in their claws, that’s how they kill you or turn you. It took me a week to track down a single member and get her alone, since they always move in a group. And now at this exact moment, I’m speeding down the highway to their pride house. The good news, I have the knife, bad news, I don’t have any back-up. This ought to be fun.

                The pride house is essentially a mansion. Three stories high and dark themed painting on the house itself. I could see a few lights on from outside in my car, but other than that it was dark. Especially around the front door. I have been watching this house for about a week now, so I know that someone always ends up opening the bathroom window towards the side, that is my entry point. Grabbing my knife, I crept out of my car and over to the window. It was open, so I tried to be as quiet as I could as I snuck in. I crouched for a moment, checking to see if anyone was around, it seemed clear. I rose to my feet and flattened myself against the wall. I could’ve sworn I heard….weeping? I looked around the corner, no one, so I tip toed my way down the hallway.

“Who’s there?” A light whisper came from down the hallway. I panicked and hid in an open room. I stayed in there for a moment or two before I continued down the dark hallway. I started coming closer to where I heard the small voice, I readied my knife and continued. I looked and it wasn’t anything I expected, it wasn’t a room, it was like a jail cell. In the back corner a girl was sitting down, rocking herself, and weeping. I hesitated and dropped my hand to my side, her head shot up.

“I-uh...” I didn’t know what to say. “Do you need help?” I whispered. Her eyes changed and for a split second they glowed. “What are you do-“

“Run, get out now.” She spoke firmly, but I could hear the fear in her voice.

“Why do I need to-“A firm hand grabbed my shoulder.

“Looks like you made a new friend, eh Jessica?” He spoke to the girl in the cell.

“NO! STOP!!” Was the last thing I heard before I was hit in the head.

                I woke up tied to a chair, bleeding from the side of my head. At first everything was fuzzy, but once my vision cleared I saw him, the Pride Leader. We were in some sort of study, it was a dim room only lit by candles.

“Hello, Marilyn. Nice to finally meet Jeff’s daughter.” He gave me a mischievous grin. 

“You piece of shit.” I growled at him, but he ignored me.

“Now now! Watch your language. You do want to see your father again don’t you?” He laughed.

“Wha-what? What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to understand what he just said.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Tsk tsk tsk!” He waved his pointer finger at me. “Maybe you should’ve called him more often.” He let out a chuckle before he continued. “Daddy dearest killed my boy, the heir to the throne. All because of a slight attack.” He picked at his nails. “A Pride Member gets out of control once in what? Ten years! And he needs to die? All you hunters are the same.” He gave me a disgusted look. “But anyway, we snatched him from home and threw him into one of our cages and here you are! Great timing too! I don’t think he would’ve lasted much longer.” He turned to the doorway where my battered-up father came through, dragged I might add.

“Dad!” I felt myself tear up. He was coated in blood, his right eye was swollen, and his lip was fat. “Let him go!” I screamed. “Please.” Tears started rolling down my cheeks; I could barely look at him.

“Oh my dear, it’s not that simple.  He took my boy, now he has to pay.” He barked at me.

“Wait.” My Father breathed out. “Please, just-just kill me, don’t hurt her.” He could barely talk.

“Dad no, just hold on, I’ll get you out of here.” I tried to sound reassuring, but I knew the truth, I was going to die.

“Awe, how sweet, the loving daughter.” He came closer to me. “I’d really enjoy you in my Pride.” He smirked and leaned into my neck; he started kissing my neck and tried to move to my mouth. I used all the strength I could muster up and head butted him. He backed up and held the spot where I knocked him on his forehead. “Stupid whore.” He slapped me across the face and I could feel more tears stinging in my eyes.  He looked over at his two Members, “Kill him.”

“NO!!” I let out a hoarse cry. “DAD! PLEASE NO!” I started to cry as one of the Members elongated his nails and slit my Father’s throat with them. “NO!” I let out another desperate cry.

“Oops, too late.” The Pride Leader grinned at me. “Boys, throw her in the cage and prepare her for inauguration in the morning.” I struggled and screamed as the two men approached me, but something I never expected happened. A Knife came poking through one of the men’s heart, it slid out and the second one started to attack the person, but he was too slow. “Jessica.” The Leader spoke out of irritation.

“Let her go!” It was the girl from the cell, but how did she get out? “Let her go!!” She screamed at him and held the knife up to his neck. He smiled and pushed the knife aside.

“As you wish.” He walked over to me and untied me from the chair; she hesitated and put her hand down. The Leader pulled me up and threatened to slit my throat from his claws. “Well, this is awkward.” He laughed and pushed his claws harder on my neck.

“Let her go or I swear I’ll-“

“You’ll what? One move and I’ll drain her.” He tightened his grip on me. “Now, put the knife down and slide it over here.” She hesitated and looked from him to me before the set the knife down. “Good girl, now slide it over here.” I could feel his breath on my neck. The girl made eye contact with me and it’s almost like she knew what I was thinking. I head butted him once again and freed myself from his grip; she picked up the knife and tossed it to me. I thrusted it into his chest and mimicked his laugh.

“That’s for my Father.” I twisted it before pulling it out of him. I watched him take his last breath and fall to his knees, then his face; he was dead. I glanced over at my Father’s body and made my way towards him. I kneeled so I could caress his face one last time.

“We need to go, more Members will come and they’ll kill us both.” The girl spoke to me.

“I need to go; you can stay with your own kind.” I snapped at her and rose to face her.

“You don’t understand, please, I saved you! Please I just-“Her plea was interrupted by the sound of running, she was right, they were coming and quick.

“C’mon, we’ll talk on the road.” I bolted downstairs and out the door, her following me the whole way. We barely escaped, but soon enough we were on the road. Once we were long gone from the house we finally caught our breath. I didn’t know how to nicely ask her who she was, so I just kinda improvised. “Who the hell are you and why did you save me?” I glanced over to her and back to the road.

“My name is Jessica Morrison and you saved me.” Her voice was like silk. She spoke as if what had happened was no big friggin’ deal! Who was this chick?? 

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