Takes place sometime after Sin City.

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Sam and Dean Winchester sat in a cheap motel somewhere in Louisiana. The Devil's Gate incident was becoming harder and harder to deal with. More and more omens were being identified, more and more humans were dying in strange ways. It seemed immediately after the Devil's Gate was opened that this war would never come, but inevitably it did, and it hit the world like a tsunami.

"Dean, this is starting to seem hopeless." Sam said in despair.

"It's not hopeless, just unlikely." Dean replied.

"Unlikely? Dean, we just let out hundreds more demons! This is the end of the world! We don't have enough hunters to deal with something like this!"

"Well, we're gonna try!"

"Yea-," Sam started, but he was cut off by the ringing of Dean cell phone.

Dean looked at Sam after he checked the caller ID and said, "It's Bobby."

"It's Dean."

"Hey Dean."

"Hey, Bobby. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you, face to face. Can you be here by tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure. Can I ask why?"

"No. Just get here."

Next day, with Bobby

"Well Bobby, we're here. Can you tell me what was so important, now please?" Dean said after he had taken a swig of his beer.

"Yeah... I wanted to ask you boys, is there any way you can do a small favour for me?" Bobby said.

"Sure, Bobby. What d'you need?" Sam asked.

"Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush with this. There's this hunter. One of the best. I was wondering if you could persuade her to join you boys."

"And why would we want to persuade some hunter chick to join us?"

"Because she knew your father." Bobby said.

"What? How?" Sam asked.

"She was his... student, shall we say?"

"Student?"

"He taught her a few things when she was a kid... She was your neighbor. You should remember her, boys, she was just born about the time the fire happened. Her parents were good family friends, hunters too."

"This chick have a name?"

"Jaclyn Beckett."

"Beckett? Like, 660 demons, Beckett?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Bobby replied.

"660 demons?" Dean asked, confused.

"Beckett is credited for killing 660 demons in a month. She's pretty famous in the hunting community. They call her the best." Bobby answered.

"Hmm. I think I remember the Becketts. She was only a week old by the time the fire happened. I think dad taught her about the same time he taught me."

"I remember her too... She left when she was about six to go to a foster home." Sam said.

"She's grown." Bobby replied.

"Okay... even if she did know dad, why would we need her?" Sam asked.

"I was close to her when she was little. I still am, really. I don't want her fighting alone in this war... I want someone looking out for her. She's more than capable of defending herself, but even so. I need to know she's protected. I'm not asking to have her permanently if you don't like her. Actually, I'm just asking for a couple weeks. If you don't like her there, I'll get some other hunter i trust to protect her. I just wanted to call you guys first." Bobby explained.

"Alright. D'you want us to get her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but be careful. She's pretty wary of visitors." Bobby warned.

"Man, this chick better be hot." Dean anounced in the Impala on the way to the adress that Bobby had given him to get to Jaclyn Beckett's house.

"From what I remember you had a crush on her awhile back." Sam teased from the driver's seat. He and Dean had switched at a gas station awhile back.

"Uh huh. I hardly remember the girl."

"Something tells me you will."

"Well, here we are." Dean said as they pulled up to a expensive-looking Victorian.

"This is the house of a hunter?" Sam asked, a little confused.

"I'm pretty sure her family line was pretty well-off, actually." Dean said.

"Probably doesn't have to run credit card scams." Sam teased.

"Yeah, amen."

The boys walked slowly up to the polished door and knocked. There was no answer. Sam immediately got out a hairpin and picked the lock. It flew open immediately. They walked in, and cautiously pulled out their guns. They slowly walked through the house it, looking for a woman in the darkness. Suddenly something sharp touched the back of Sam's back.

A voice whispered quietly, "Don't move."

Sam tensed and said quietly, "Just relax, we're not here to hurt you."

"Mmmhmm," the woman guided him against the wall. Dean didn't know what happened yet, and had kept walking.

"Look, please, we we're sent here by Bobby Singer. He's a friend of ours."

"And how would I know that?" the voice said softly, close to Sam's ear.

"My name is Sam Winchester."

The woman slowly removed the knife from the fabric of Sam's coat.

"I'm sorry." She said.

Sam turned around to face the woman. The first thing he noticed was the sheer beauty of the woman. She was slender and around 5"3. She had dark brown hair to around halfway down her back, and it framed her angelic facial features. She had perfect, long slender legs, a flat stomach and a perfect body. She was in one word, gorgeous.

"It's no problem. You didn't know. Dean?" Sam shouted for his brother.

"What? Didja find her?"

"Yeah, I found her."

Dean walked through the door and studied the girl.

"Wow. Too bad you found her first." Dean said.

Sam grinned and suprisingly, so did the girl.

"Hi. I'm Jack."

"Dean."

"Good to meet you. Why are you here? What did Bobby send you here for?"

"Actually, he wants us to protect you."

Sam could see the flame in her eyes burst as soon as Dean said it. "Protect me?"

"More like, hunt with us." Sam immediately injected.

"Uh huh. Why would I do that?"

"Bobby said he wants people looking after you, so that's what we're gonna do, like it or not." Dean said.

"Mmmm. Normally I would argue this until you were so sick of me you'd just leave, but fine. I'll hunt with you. For old times' sake." Jaclyn said.

"Good. Now what?" Dean asked Sam.

"Back to Bobby's?" Sam suggested.

"Sounds like a plan. Beckett?"

"Uh huh?"

"Like classic cars?"

Jack grinned. "Love em." Dean led her out to where he'd parked the Impala and wached Jack's facial expressions as she noticed the car.

"Wow! A '67 Impala?"

"Yup."

"It's gorgeous. Keys."

"What?"

"I'm driving."

"No your not."

"Like hell I'm not."

"Like hell you are!"

Jack frowned, and walked by Sam to get to Dean. Her hand just brushed Sam's jacket. She walked up to Dean and held up her hand. Amazingly she held the keys to the impala in them. Sam was shocked and checked in his pocket. The keys were gone. Jack grinned and said, "I forgot to tell you. I'm an expert pickpocket."

"Whaa--?" Dean said in amazement.

Jack laughed and entered his impala. Dean was left looking at Sam and Sam started to laugh. "I call shotgun." Sam said.

"Oh this should be fun." Dean said as he reluctantly entered his car and climbed into the backseat.