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Gina, 21.

It was sheeting rain as Gina stumbled. For a brief moment, her eyes flashed black, then back to their normal, stormy gray. Indicating she was a demon. But in Gina's case, she was only half demon. And in Hell, considered an abomination that needed to be...dealt with. Lucifer had once again taken over Hell. But Gina hated Hell as much as Lucifer and the demons hated her human half. She resisted the demon inside of her, and it was a constant battle.

Somehow, Gina had to get a message to the Winchesters. She knew they would try and kill her with their favorite, demon-vanquishing-blade, but she knew she could somehow convince them. She had to. A long, deep breath escaped from the halfling. Gina wasn't sure yet on how to get a message out to the Winchester boys. And she knew her demon half would be of no help. Blood stained her white gown that Lucifer like to dress her in. Making sure she knew her punishment for her human half. Having just escaped from Hell, she knew Lucifer would be right on her tail.

Panting, Gina leaned against the tree on the outskirts of the park. Fresh blood stained her white dress, her feet bare. Leaving a bloodied hand print against the trunk, Gina stumbled out into the park, not seeing that someone was there as she stumbled, holding a hand against her bleeding side. Think...Think...! It was hard to think with her heart racing as she approached the stranger. Grimacing as her side throbbed.

 

[RedIsTheWolf1994]

Gene (21)

Gene had been sitting in the park for who knows how long, waiting for his contact to meet him. He had heard about a clan of vampires in the area and reached out to a man who said he had seen them, but it seemed like a dead lead. He finally decided to recline on one of the park benches, waiting. The young hunter rubbed his eyes with his hands, the scarring around his left eye rough against the soft skin of his palms. He recalled briefly the reason it was like that and gave a cursory glance around. He couldn't see with his left eye anymore, but his right eye allowed him enough sight to assess his surroundings.

It had occurred to Gene that he may be waiting on an ambush. For all he knew, the guy he contacted could be one of the vampires drawing in hunters to eliminate them. After all, demons had pulled that trick a few years before and it had left him the way he was...nearly blind. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, and when he reopened them he was faced with a startling scene; there was a very bloodied woman heading straight by him. Thinking she may be a victim of one of the clan, he jumped up and headed towards her.

"Hey, do you need help? What happened?" He asked as he approached, hoping his voice wouldn't scare her into running. She looked as if she was about to collapse. He took off his jacket as he made it to her, holding it up as if to ask if she would like it. "Is there anything I can do to help? Would you like me to call the police?" There was also the possibility that she was just running from a regular human too, and so Gene gave another glance around to make sure they weren't being followed.

 

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For a few moments, the young woman stood there, clutching her stabbed side and shook her head. "No. No police, no ambulance. Only the Winchester boys can help me..." Gina grimaced, feeling a wave of dizziness. She knew Lucifer was right on her tail. No doubt letting her squirm. "You a hunter?" She panted, looking down at her hand and seeing it was completely bloody.

"Listen...Only they can help me..." She said again, glancing around for Lucifer. "I don't have much time." She breathed, dreading on how furious Lucifer would be with her for managing to escape. Actually...She wasn't fully sure herself.

***

A long, groggy groan escaped from Dean Winchester as he slowly woke. Beer bottles littered the bunker dinning room table in which he called home with his brother, Sam Winchester.

"No...No baby don't break down..." He muttered, though still sleeping. Soft snores escaping from Dean as he jerked awake, disrupting his dream about his most prized possetion. His black Impala.

Sitting up, Dean quickly wiped away a bit of drool. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Dean stretched and stood slowly. Stumbling a bit from his hangover. Taking in the beer bottles, Dean began to clean up, his body stiff from sleeping at the dinner table.