Rachel slid her phone shut with a huff. Adam hasn’t returned her calls and it has been weeks. She was beginning to worry. Chris has no news either and if it wasn’t for sudden surge of demonic activities, he would have checked how the other was already. But the hunts kept coming his way and Rachel knew that that was more important. After all, Adam was a hunter too. He can pretty take care of himself. But it was two weeks already going on three. Last she heard from him, he was going home to South Dakota. Finally when she got her break, she took it and made her way there. Pushing her beloved bike to her limits, she blazed down the highway to find out if her boyfriend was okay.

~~

She pulled up at the front of the house. His car wasn’t there. The huntress killed the engine and kicked the stand on. She pushed herself off her bike and removed her helmet. Shaking her hair, she placed the said helmet on the handle bar and looked at the house. No lights were on and she felt that something wasn’t right. She sighed heavily. Moving over to her duffle bag that was secured at the back of the bike, she took a gun out and zipped it up before carefully moving towards the front door.

Cocking the gun, she slowly reached for the door knob. When she turned it, her heart raced inside her chest. It was open. Oh God. She hoped Adam was okay. Rachel closed her eyes and gathered herself together. She moved inside the house with stealth and made sure there was no actual threat before she finally turned the lights on. The sight that greeted her made her eyes water. The place was a mess and there were signs of definite struggle. Her eyes gave the place a once over again and finally landed on the answering machine. She made her way to it and listened to the messages.

Mostly it was from her and Chris. She sighed softly. “Where are you Adam?” She asked softly. Blue eyes landed back on the answering machine. Creasing her brows, she hit the rewind button and figured to check the previous messages. Maybe that will give her a clue. When she got to the start, she hit the play button and just listened.

“Adam, it’s Bobby Singer. Pretty sure you’ve heard what happened. When you get this please call me. We need all the help we can get.”

Rachel hit the stop button. Bobby Singer. Now there’s a hunter she hadn’t seen in ages. With another sigh, she looked around the place once more. Blood splatters were everywhere but there was no body. Adam could still be alive. He better her alive. Gathering up her wits, she took her cellphone out and dialed a very familiar number.

“Poppa. Adam’s place is a total mess but he’s not here. Bobby Singer left a message on his machine, I’m heading there now. I’ll call again when I get there. I love you an’ be careful.”

With that said, she flipped her phone close and made her way outside.

Next stop, Bobby Singer’s place.

~~

Her fingers shook as she clamped her mouth shut at the blood that stained the wall and floor. The place was a mess as well. She didn’t know what exactly to think or feel, but there was one thing she was sure off, she was scared. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as she began to look around. She jerked visibly when her phone started to ring. Quickly, she fished it out.

“Poppa, somethin’s wrong. Bobby’s not here an’ there’s blood everywhere.”

“Pumpkin, get out of there now. Get yourself into a motel room an’ don’t go anywhere. I’ll meet you there. You hear me?”

Rachel nodded as if Chris would actually see it. “Okay. I’ll let you know as soon as I get settled.”

“Rachel be careful. Hunters are getting killed off. Don’t entertain anyone you don’t know. You wait for me okay?”

“Yes Poppa.” She said and then short silence followed right after before she spoked up again.

"What the hell is happening?"

"The apocalypse baby. The end of the world..."