Chapter 1: Dean's POV

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I wake up to Sam shaking me gently. "Dean, get your lazy butt outta bed," Sam says annoyed. "It's already noon."

I'm surprised he let me sleep in this late. I roll over to look at my brother. "Sammy, we should take a break from hunting," I say suggestively in my tired voice. "Come on, just for a few days." Man, we haven't had a break in what feels like forever. I can barely remember what it was like not to be busy killing things every day.

"Fine. I could use a break too," Sam admits.

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My baby, the Impala, sits in the parking lot with it's shiny black surface glistening under the sunlight. I hop in the driver's seat with Sam riding shotgun and start the car. I turn on the radio and Carry on My Wayward Son comes on. I bob my head and lip sync to the music while Sam isn't looking.

"Lets pick up some lunch at- what are you doing?"

Sam looks at me with a puzzled expression. "Nothing," I say sternly, a little embarrassed.

I insist on getting lunch at a nearby gas station so I can fuel up my baby and buy pie.

I go in the store while Sam fills up the Impala's gas tank. The magazine rack catches my eye and I pick up a copy of Busty Asian Beauties. I skim through it quickly before dropping it into the basket. Then I walk to the aisle with pie and see that there is only one left. I put my hand on the container of the delicious looking apple pie, about to pick it up. I notice a scarred hand also placed on the container. I look up and see a blond teenage boy wearing all black looking at me.

"Excuse me," I say confidently. "This is my pie."

"I think we both reached for it at the same time," says the boy.

Who is this blonde goth douche thinking he can have my pie? Just as I was about to say something, a boy who was also dressed in all black came up to us.

"Jace. Let the man have the pie," the other boy says while putting his hand on Jace's shoulder. He had black hair and bright blue eyes. He looks about the same age as Jace. On Jace's left hand, I can see what looks like a tatoo of an open eye. I soon figure out what he is- Cas has told me about their kind. These boys are Shadowhunters.

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