The Mortal Instruments-Supernatural (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

[Naomi David]

Thalia Blackthorn was on a mission from the Clave. She was on a mission to go to another realm to slay a demon that most certainly did not belong in the realm. It had escaped from her world into a new world, something the Clave did not want. They did not want another world to be destroyed by demonic influence. There was some initial concern about sending somebody into an unknown world, but initial tests by warlocks did indicate that demons hadn't infested that world, so it was relatively safe.

What was known about this demon was that it was an Eidolon demon, a shape changer. Tricky bastards they were, and more often than not, the 'father' of most warlocks born today, being that warlocks were born of a demon and a mundane. The Clave feared that if the demon stayed in the new world for too long, it would sire many warlocks and cause too much chaos in that world, making chaos in a world that might have or might not have magic in it.

A dear warlock friend of the Blackthorn family had enchanted her a backpack, he essentially said it was bottomless, so she could fit anything and everything in it within reason. So into it went weapons, armor, food, money, any and every possible bit of supplies and things that she could and would possibly need. Soon enough, she was sent into this Portal that would take her to this new world of the unknown...

She emerged from the Portal. And landed most painfully on her back. It was sunny, that was a good thing, demons couldn't go out in the Sun without being incinerated. The exceptions being Eidolons, who could stand sun to a degree if they were in human form. She landed on the hood of a car that was going very, very fast. Her backpack protected her from any further injury, but that hurt like a bitch. She'd need healing runes. She was wearing heavy gear, gear that was worn when one was expecting a heavy battle with demons. She was wearing glamour runes. Hopefully the poor bastard whose car she landed on couldn't see her. She rolled off the hood of the car onto the side of the road, landing on a car was not something she had been expecting to land. But it was better than falling through open air.

She blinked several times to get her bearings, and stood up, stumbling several times as she did so. She breathed in the air, took in her surroundings, turned around a few times, and was highly confused. This was Napa Valley, California. Wine Country. She could smell the grapes, and see massive patches of them not too far from where she was standing. She knew this was Napa Valley since she had vacationed here recently less than a month or so ago. Did the warlocks and fellow Shadowhunters get their magic right on this one? Did they really send her to a new world and not to a place in her world?

 

[Viktoff Samson]

With nothing but empty road ahead, Dean cruised toward his destination relatively slowly. He had a burger in a box and a six pack of beer in the back from a previous stop earlier that morning. Both went untouched throughout the afternoon as Dean just drove with his radio on. The radio had been playing 'Traveling Riverside Blues' by Led Zeppelin. While being one of his confessed favorite songs, Dean wouldn't drum the beat on the steering wheel or sing along. Calm with a hint of cool, Dean continued guiding the Impala down the straight, flat road without detour or pause. As he slept well in a hotel the night before, the memory foam mattress bringing him some comfort at the time, Dean's eyes were focused and his mind was clear. Both facts being something he planned on changing at his next stop.

He heard his phone begin to vibrate in the passenger seat without moving at all to pick it up. He didn't even flinch or peek over to it, like he had been ignoring his phone on purpose all day. He knew Sam was safe where he was, and in all likelihood, calling to check in on him. Dean had that on his mind as he continued driving, waiting for the phone to stop to take a breath. If the caller had been one of their large cast of friends, they could probably wait. If it had been their angel buddy, he could just pop into the Impala at any time. It wasn't warded against angels, Dean hadn't gotten around to trying that sort of protection on the Impala. Though, with the long metalic looking blade stashed in his coat, he was armed to deal with invasive angel attacks should they come his way anytime.

The long road had been peaceful. Of his vices, driving the Impala on such an open road with the country air surrounding him had to be the only one that had any effect on him at the moment. Just subtle details here and there from the way the Impala moved and the sounds it made to how crisp and sweet the air was, this is what Dean needed to finally relax. And though he had these sensarions actively taking effect on him all morning, they had yet to grow old or lose potency for Dean. With another deep breath, his eyes fell to the dashboard where some printed papers sat idly under a loaded clip. The papers included various details about boring cases cropping up in the town Dean was heading. All were break-ins on the same street. The families in each home had two parents and two or more kids each. Though the perp had forced their way in, nobody was home and nothing seemed to be stolen or misplaced. The odd series of break-ins caught Dean's eye the morning prior and he left with just a few passing words to his brother. Though he left a copy of the reports and told Sam what he was doing, he knew he wasn't very subtle about it at all.

Suddenly, out of the blue, someone fell onto the Impala and then they were whisked away to the road. With a big ass dent on the Impala's hood, Dean pulled over just a few feet away. "Oh what the hell!" His face finally put on some emotion as he pulled his eyebrows together through the windshield and at the dented hood. He finally turned the key as the engine tattered off normally and the radio stopped. To Dean's satisfaction, the sounds from under the hood were all normal. A sign that the visitor from the sky hadn't dealt any damage to the Impala under the hood. He opened the door and stepped out, slipping the keys into his pocket as he shut the door behind him. "God damn it..." He muttered at the sight of the tall woman who seemed oddly equipped and yet, totally battered.

He paused as his eyebrows raised at the woman. This was new. She was probably not human provided she took that much damage and was still awake. Since he didnt have much of a reason to believe she had been human and her life was in danger, he didn't scramble to get back to his phone. He studied her, watching her move before he did anything else. She would have healed herself in certain ways if she were a heavy hitter like an angel or a demon. And he didn't see any sign of that happening. A third deep breath had entered and escaped Dean as he pulled together a straight face and popped open his trunk. Though he had an arsenal of knives and guns and what seemed like a spice rack for any occasion, his quick hands plucked up one item and shut the trunk.

Turning to face the battered woman quickly, Dean kept his straight face solid. The sound of his boots uniformly slapping against the hard road had likely gathered her attention while Dean drew closer. Kneeling at her side with his shadow covering her upper body, Dean's rugged late twenties form had shielded her from the strong sun. He didn't need the sun much further to help identify what she was. That, and he didn't care much about her injuries if she turned out to be not human. Most creatures that fall out of the sky would be just fine in time. His right hand extended a well detailed metal flask as his left hand hid away in his jacket. It was unlikely she saw his weaponry in his trunk, and unless she was psychic, Dean's offer should seem rather normal. "That was a grisly fall. Have some water." Not the way Dean would usually phrase it to an injured woman, but he had to figure her out. Bobby's iron flask would set off many red flags had she touched it and had been of a large array of monsters. The blessed water inside would also set off some indicators if she had been a monster. No human could take that kind of damage and be fully capable of rejecting a cold swig of water right after. Not from the stoic, charming older Winchester himself.

 

[Naomi David]

What got her attention was the sounds of footwear on the hard, and probably very hot black country road. That and the fact that the guy whose car she had just dented from that bitching fall could see her. She was mildly surprised, but it wasn't entirely impossible that the mundane had the Sight. Rare, but not unheard of, where mundanes could see the Shadow World, see the things that they shouldn't be able to see. The first thing he spoke when he handed her the flask sounded pleasant enough, but she had been trained to read between the lines. If one fell from the sky, what most folk would do was to call an ambulance, or some form of medical assistance, but this guy just offered her water. Something wasn't right, but it would look highly suspicious if she refused. She took the water, and slugged it down. To be really honest, the icy cold felt really good to her right now. But she spoke,"Not my worst fall. But it still sucks. Thank you for the water. Thalia Blackthorn's my name." She blinked her eyes at him, one blue and one gold. The gold eye was a mark that she was descended from Mark Blackthorn, her great great great Grandfather, he had been a member of the Wild Hunt, and when he was made to join, one of his eyes turned gold.

She wanted to put her healing runes on her back, but she didn't want to reveal her nature to this strange man. She wanted vodka right now. Svedka to be specific. Any alcohol would suffice right now. The runes would do, but alcohol numbed really fast. She had a stupid high tolerance. She wanted any number of alcoholic drinks right now. She wasn't an alcoholic by any means, but it still numbed really nicely for crap injuries like this one she was suffering right now. At the same time, if he was really nice and had liquor, she could use it to buy herself some time till she got a private area and could apply the runes in peace. She spoke,"Sorry about your hood. I wasn't aiming for it. I can fix it for you if you want, provided you have the proper tools. I mean, it's only fair. I made the mess, I gotta clean it up. But I totally get it if you don't want me monkeying around. I'll pay for it to get fixed at a nearby auto shop if you want." By the Angel, he really was good looking. As handsome as her fellow Nephilim. Somebody that would produce really good looking children. Not that she had any children, or had sex before, but damn, this guy was smoking hot!

She wanted to take the top half of her clothes off and apply the runes right here and now, but one did not just strip in front of a complete stranger, though she might make an exception from him, but she had a mission, find that damn Eidolon and destroy it and return home... If she knew how to do the latter part. Was she really in a new land or did the bosses screw up and dump her here in her own world by accident? How much should she say to him without revealing what she was and what she could do? It was such a pain, the secret life of the Nephilim, to not be able to tell outsiders what they were and what they did. But since this guy could see her, she spoke,"Testing to see if I'm human? That's all right, I would do the same if I were in your shoes. Probably something special about the flask or the water, correct? Some metal other than steel? Holy water?" Did she make the right choice, revealing her knowledge of the supernatural world? She put her hood down, not because she wanted to show her face, her noggin was getting rather hot under the hood. Her black hair was finally free from the hood, even though it was in a very tight bun. What he would see in her face was perfect features. Symmetrical.

The rest of the day was quite strange for her, as it was discovered that both of them did highly similar things, hunting monsters down and killing them. Dean thought she was a little odd in the head, talking about different dimensions, though blessedly he didn't dismiss the possibility entirely, since to the both of them, anything and everything was possible. He was a little weirded out at her magic, what she used to heal herself. Dean was more than happy to help her partially disrobe so she could put the healing runes on her back to heal herself, though he did say her gear was rather heavy. Questions were asked on how she dealt with it. She told him that her people were raised and trained from birth to do what they did, to be strong and powerful, to be superior in every way. She adored talking to him in his car as they drove along the highway. He seemed so glued to her words, how she explained everything to him. She explained to him that she was hunting a demon that escaped here, to prevent him from siring warlocks and causing mass chaos. She was so surprised when he told her of the demons and other monsters that plagued his world. She hung on to his words as he described what happened when he killed demons. A glowy orange light filled their insides and then they died.

She told him that when her people killed demons, they had to be sure that they killed both their physical and spiritual forms, otherwise they would keep coming back much more quickly. She described how they either exploded and folded in on themselves when they died. She described how direct, bright sunlight was fatal to them, but added that it was hard to trap the bastards in an unescapable patch of light. He asked about possessions, and she spoke that they were extremely rare, that only the most powerful of Greater Demons could do that. He asked how they dealt with it, and she said that depending on situation, the only viable methods were to kill both the demon and its poor mundane host, or with great difficulty, drag the beast off to the Silent Brothers, their healers and archivists, an all male group, the most feared of Shadowhunters, to exorcize the demon.

Then the discussion moved to monster killing methods. Most remained the relative same, like dealing with Faeries, which were weak to Iron. Werewolves also remained the same, dealt with the, with silver. Vampires were a different matter. Vampires were indeed repelled by holy symbols, but the difference was that if the Vampire was from one religion and the holy symbol was from a different religion, the symbol wouldn't work, and sunlight was fatal. Wooden stakes worked. But what was the same amongst them both was beheading. He asked her if she used guns, and she replied that her people generally didn't use them because the runes were incompatible with the demonically aligned materials that went into gunpowder. Though she did say she was sure of a way around it, using guns where the bullets were propelled by pressurized air rather than gun powder, though she didn't have the time or materials to test the theory out.

Next happened was her getting around to asking where he was driving off to. He said he was going to a town in California to investigate an odd round of break ins, all on the same street. He gave her the file to read over, all the mundane details and all. She told him that if it all panned out, she'd get to show him her nice swords, called seraph blades. She said that when things were stabbed with it, they usually went up in flames, which was why she called them flaming swords. She told him that if she wanted them to activate, she had to say an angel's name to get it to work. They drove for many hours, and finally managed to get to the street that was being plagued with these break ins. She pulled back her sleeves and pants legs, pulled out her stele, and began to draw on the runes for strength, speed, silence, glamour, night vision, far sight, the basic runes. The car was filled with a faint smell of burnt things. He asked her if it hurt, and she said that once upon a time that it did when she was younger, but she didn't notice it any more. She got out of the car, which still had the dented hood, he didn't want her messing around with it just yet, even when she sweetened the pot by offering to upgrade its magical protections. She pulled out one of her non activated seraph blades, and spoke the name Raphael. Instantly, the blade part of it grew to sword length, it was bright and clear. She said the other name for it was a crystal sword.

She hoped that she and Dean were tracking the same thing, but at the same time, she didn't want their time together to get cut too short, there was just something about him that was magnetic to her. She carefully climbed up a lamp post, looking out to see if the culprit would strike tonight. As she had a bird's eye view, she could see everything. After an hour of waiting around, at the opposite end of the block, she finally saw a big bush rustling. With the aid of her runes, she finally saw what it was. And it certainly didn't look human, it's skin color was not very human like, but nor did it look like the true form of the Eidolon demon she was hunting. A Faerie, perhaps, they had varying shapes and forms. What she didn't like about Faeries is that they had a horrid habit of stealing mundane children and replacing them with their own sickly children. The issue of Fair Folk doing this was that they had no other ways of refreshing their bloodlines, which were weak after generations of inbreeding. The mundane children after they matured were used to produce new Faerie children, bringing strong new blood into the Fey bloodlines. It was a issue often hotly debated at the last several Accords, which she would explain to Dean later once she had the time to do so. The sad part was that the mundanes didn't even notice the switch because they didn't have the Sight. She leapt down, landing ever so quietly, and in her left hand, drew out of its sheath a long iron hunting knife, carved with runes and religious symbols, and she darted over to the bush, and leapt in on it, dragging out the offender.

She managed to get the offender into a lock, basically no matter which direction the person tried to move, serious injury would happen. Her iron knife was at the person's throat, the seraph blade at the back. She spoke slowly to the person, and demanded that he or she identify who and what it was. As it so happened, the person was a female Faerie, and that she was scouting out potential homes for her sickly son, since she could not care for him, even with all the wonderful medicines that her people had. She further explained that while her bloodline was genetically untainted, sickly children still happened. She said she was going to switch children with one of the kids on the block, so that way, she would still have a son to look after, and so would the mundane family. It, in Thalia's opinion, was decidedly twisted, but very fair, at least in the sense that Faeries looked at 'fairness'. Though she was now wondering whether these were the same Faeries from her 'realm' since Faeries lived in an 'in between' place. Due to the Accords, legally Thalia could do nothing about this, even though the Faeries weren't protected by the Accords anymore due to their actions in the Dark War generations before. The thing about Faeries were that when they did this sort of thing, they chose their children's adoptive homes carefully, ensuring that the new parents were good and loving, which was now why she understood why this one was checking homes with two or more children. What Thalia did tell her was to be far more careful as she broke in, since a lot of the families on this block were scared now. She let the Faerie woman go, much to Dean's annoyance. She spoke that it was against her people's laws to harm innocent Downworlders, another one of her people's terms for monsters. She said she feared breaking the Accords since consequences were very severe.

Dean complained about it the whole time as they drove to find a motel, but she kept countering by saying the only way the monsters would respect the hunters and not do illegal things like harming mundanes would be if they the hunters started to respect them. She said open warfare between people wasn't worth it since nobody really won, people just died in far greater numbers and it ended with both sides hating each other far more than when war and fighting broke out. She said one had to respect the natural order, which he didn't argue with her about. Then she spoke of not knowing how to get home from here, since the warlocks and her superiors only knew how to get her here, but not how to get her home. Then she looked sad, since she didn't know if she'd get to see her massive amount of younger siblings again. Which then lead to a discussion of each other's families. So it was just Dean and his younger brother Sam. Thankfully they got to the motel intact, and Dean paid for a room with two beds, though she secretly wished it was one bed, she was really wanting to cuddle that hot body of his.

As time drew on, Dean and Thalia began to enjoy each other's company more, despite their strong philosophical differences when it came to dealing with monsters. She was mildly disappointed that she hadn't met Sam yet, but all things would come in due time. But most of all, she was sure she was ready to fuck. After all, Dean had really been dropping some not so subtle hints as they drove along, like groping her, his hand on her thigh... She couldn't wait to run her hands through his nice thick short hair, to have his sweet lips kissing her, to have him inside of her, to having his hands grope her breasts... She really wanted to make babies with him, just as long as she could be with him. Love and lust were such a beautiful combination to her right now. And right now, she was sure today would definitely be the day, they quite literally had an exciting hunt, taking down a rogue Vampire nest that were kidnapping mundanes from their cars from remote gas stations, they were on their way back to the motel they had been staying at to pack up their things to hit the next case.