Enter Yuki

[Yuki]

The taxi pulled noisily into the parking lot of The Wesson. Why Yuki's mother had sent her to a bar, she wasn't sure. She was even more unsure of why she had sent her to the bar with a knife . But if her mother had told her to do it, Yuki knew there was nothing to be feared. However, not knowing what was going on was a little bit annoying.

Getting out of the cab, Yuki walked boldly through the entrance of the bar, not knowing what to expect. Something in the shape of a star rattled against the door as it slammed behind her from the rush of wind. Inside, the bar seemed abandoned, except for three individuals--one was obviously the bartender, and the other two were an older man and a young man, around her age, perhaps. They seemed startled by her arrival and looked at her suspiciously.

"Hello," she said, calmly making her way towards them. "Would one of you happen to be Jefferson?"

[Casey]

It had been threatening to rain all day. The weather had been absolutely horrible since Teagan showed up. Deacon thought maybe it was because she showed up. Girl just attracted trouble, even if she didn’t believe in some of she attracted. Weather unfortunately affected the turnout in the Wesson, no one wanted to get drunk and then walk home in the rain. No way Deacon would let them drive home, and most didn’t want to pay for a room. Freakin’ penny pinchers.

Anyway the only people there were Jefferson and Aiden. Jeff wasn’t looking to get drunk, and Aiden was on Coke duty. And it was free, since they kind of saved his skin. Oh, bad pun. Bad, bad pun. Deacon shook his head, no more puns.

The sound the door caused him to look up. A girl who looked like she stepped out of one of Art’s cartoons walked into the bar like she was gonna start kicking asses, hopefully not his. He already owed a kid, he didn’t want to get disgraced by a girl in neon. Also what was it with all these teenage girls?

He listened to her speak with an accent, asking for Jefferson. Deacon glanced at the two hunters. Could she be one of them or another big bad. Her knowing one of the hunter’s names was always concerning.

“Mind if I ask why you’re looking, little lady? Ya seem pretty far from home.”

[Yuki]

"I am looking because I was asked to look," Yuki responded dryly, addressing the man who had just spoken to her. He seemed to eye her wearily, as if something was wrong with her, but she didn't flinch. She was used to those kinds of stares. "If you are Jefferson, then I need to speak to you," she paused, fixing her gaze on him. "Privately." She almost didn't add that last word after determining that the man seemed suspicious, and that being alone with him would be unwise. However, she remembered that it was her mother who had sent her to talk to this Jefferson. Her mother would never deliberately send her to talk to someone who would do her harm.

After a few seconds of high paced calculations, Yuki concluded that deliberately was a key word in her thoughts. If her mother was truly involved with police matters, and dangerous ones at that, then it was best for her to be cautious of everyone. While she was perplexed at the idea of someone her mother knew attacking her, Yuki knew a good enough amount of self defense and was prepared to use it against him if he tried anything.

"If you are not Jefferson, then it is of no concern to you why I'm here," she added, walking up to where the other two men were seated. She pierced the eyes of each individual with her own. As far as she could see, none could be trusted. They looked like a parcel of filthy vagabonds who had been kicked out of their mother's houses, and was not too keen of associating with them. However, at the immediate moment, the mystery of her mother's knife needed to be solved, and she was also intensely curious in the importance of the missing Dean and Sam Winchester, as well as of the identity of Casey, the one who had signed the letter. Though she was concerned for her mother's whereabouts, she was positive that the police had hidden her somewhere safe.

Yuki took a seat apart from the two men already seated and turned her chair around so that she was facing everyone. "According to my mother, this Jefferson is the only person who can help me. Which one of you three destitute souls claim to hold this name?"

[Jefferson]

Jefferson kept quiet for he was studying the girl that had just walked in. He didn't seem to like her, but only because she was a stranger. He wanted to know what kind of personality she had before he decided to present himself. By the looks of it, she seemed to be wanting to speak with only him. There was no way he could get a full read on here if all she could say was if any of them were Jefferson. He finally stood up and headed towards her.

"I'm Jefferson, that is if you believe me. Whoever your mother was, she was only partly right. I maybe able to help you. If you wish to speak with me, so be it." Jefferson said to her. He turned to Deacon and asked, "Do you have any place where we can speak privately? Thank you in advance if you do."

[Casey]

Apparently Kitty had claws. Deacon watched the girl walk up to the bar and sit down, careful not to glance at Jefferson or Aiden. He moved so he was standing directly in front of her and crossed his arms.

“I’m gonna say this all nice like so pay attention,” he said evenly, “I ain’t Jefferson but this is my establishment, and it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, whatever happens here is my business. If you got a problem then you take your ‘not my business’ somewhere else.”

Jeff spoke up and asked for a place to talk in private. Deacon finally looked at him and rubbed his chin in thought.

“Yeah, got a couple places, the walk-in freezer maybe the best for what you’re looking for. It’s towards the back of the storage room,” he jerked his head to the door next to the bar, “If you don’t want the cold, there’s always a room upstairs but anybody and their brother can listen in.”

Deacon turned and walked to the end of the bar. He picked up an empty bottle from the night before and dropped it in the trash. Place always seemed to need cleaning.

“If either of you two need me just howler real loud,” he added as he began wiping down the spot the bottle had been.

[Yuki]

Glaring at the man who had identified himself as not being Jefferson, and had then proceeded to threaten her, Yuki said with an icy tone, "Believe me, if I could take my business elsewhere, I would. Unfortunately, the information I hold can only be disclosed to this so-called Jefferson, and I was instructed to come to this abode to find him. You cannot force me to leave simply because I refuse to speak to you. It is one of this country's laws, is it not? I have the right to remain silent. Or is it your policy to intrude upon the privacy of your customers?"

With that challenging remark, Yuki held her gaze upon the bartender. That should teach him not to attempt to intimidate her with such flippant commentary.

After a moment of silence, one of the men who were seated finally spoke. It was the older one of the two, and he claimed to be Jefferson. After asking if there was a place they could speak privately, the bartender said there were two places they could go. There was the walk-in freezer, and a room upstairs as well, the freezer being the more private of the two. "Freezer it is," she said, before Jefferson had a chance to choose. If the freezer provided a more secure place, then so be it. She didn't want either of the two who weren't Jefferson to listen to what she was about to say, especially the nosy bartender. It was true that the freezer was more dangerous, but she could take care of herself if anything came up.

Getting off the chair, she grabbed her purse and walked through the door of the storage room without a glance at anyone. Inside, she waited for Jefferson to follow, impatient about discovering what kind of situation her mother had thrown herself in.

[Casey]

Impulsive little thing went right to the freezer.

“Definitely not Swedish,” Deacon shook his head and hoped over the bar. He waved for Jeff to follow him.

“Kudos, Kitty,” He said as he entered, “for commitment but you may want to cool your jets from time to time.”

Deacon chuckled and walked toward the freezer. He held the keys to the walk-in over his shoulder and gave them a good jingle just for kicks. Might not have been the smartest thing to have his back toward a pissed off Asian. Two hunters did seem to put up with him, hopefully they would warn him if she tried to roundhouse him.

“Yeah you have the right,” He said as he unlocked the pad closing the walk-in, “Not too sure about the ability. Might want to check up on more on the law books. As the owner of this fine business I have the ‘right’,” Deacon paused to pull the lock off and moved onto the deadbolt, “to refuse service. That means I can kick you out. Now I can understand that you were sent here. Seems to be happening increasing and annoyingly. The vibe I’m getting’ off you is a serious case of ‘I don’t want to be here’, so I’ll try and be as kindly about this as possible,” The deadbolt clicked and the door hissed, “but if you make this a pain in my ass, I’ll return the favor.”

The door to the walk-in was a good fifty or so pounds. He was strong enough to pull it but it still took a seconds. When the gap was big enough to walk through he stopped. If the chick had been nicer maybe he would have opened it more. For Jeff it would be easier to close.

Deacon gave a mock bow, “You room awaits m’ lady,” and walked out. When he was in the other room he called back, “Don’t kill each other”.

He hoped over the bar. Deacon paced around for a minute before sighing. He turned to Aiden, leaning back on the gentry.

“I swear kiddo,” he said looking him in the eye, “that girl makes me think you an Jefferson are normal.”

[Aiden]

Portland sounded much better than Keystone, at the moment.

Sure it rained in Portland, but at least people went about their business. Here, it was like all hell was about to break loose. People shut themselves up, no one walked the street, and Aiden swore there hadn't been a single customer in the bar all day. Why he was still there, he wasn't sure, but he was close to his limit, and was contemplating leaving. They'd killed the shifter, they'd heard Casey's instructions, so why were they waiting around? Deacon sure didn't provide anything useful aside from food, drink, and free board. In his down time, Aiden had hit the books, trying to look up anything that could cause such a disappearance, as well as keeping an eye on various police websites for any DOA reports. Either this was supernatural, or the brothers were dead.

And it didn't help that Jefferson was still treating him like a child. It would have made sense if he was still, say, fourteen, but Aiden was legally an adult, and was far more mature for his years than he should have been. But no, Jefferson went out of his way to degrade Aiden, so there he was sipping his fifth Coke in two hours out of a glass bottle. Seriously, who came to a bar for Coke? He sighed grumpily, facing his back to the window. He couldn't bear to look at the clouds anymore, he didn't want to turn another page, and he was tired of carbonation. This town was getting real old, really fast, and there was little he could do about it. If he left, Jefferson would probably hunt him down.

As if fate was shining down upon him, something interesting finally happened that day at the Wesson. A girl, probably little older than Aiden, entered, looking determined yet suspicious. Aiden stayed where he was, watching her carefully. She was...she was here to speak to Jefferson? If this was what they were waiting around for, it sure seemed to be rather random. At least Deacon took precaution, whether he realized what he'd gotten himself into by helping Aiden and Jeff or not. Aiden's brow shot up at her remark...he wasn't a destitute soul. For a moment he felt slightly offended, and before he could fall back into his bored state, she was off. With little more than a second between her leave, Aiden shot up, and followed them, ignoring Deacon as he went.

The freezer was now open, and as they entered, Aiden slipped in and closed the door, pulling the hanging string to turn on the light. "I'm not going to take any of your crap telling me to get out; I'm his partner, and therefore I have a right to hear this." He spat out quickly, not in the mood to argue with her. "Whatever it is you have to say, go. I'm not leaving."

[Yuki]

"My name isn't Kitty, it's Yuki" she said irritably, her mood growing worse by the second. The bartender was really getting on her nerves. "You are quite mistaken; I am quite confident in my ability to remain silent. However, I'm not sure you would have the 'ability' to kick me out. But you won't have to worry about it since I don't plan on remaining in this shabby cantina for much longer. Oh, and I believe I shall demonstrate my ability to remain silent starting by displaying it towards you," Yuki said edgily, walking through the door he had barely opened for her.

Ignoring the man's sarcastic bow, Yuki crossed her arms as she stood in the freezer. The man went back to the bar and she heard him call out, "Don't kill each other." With that comment, she felt as if she had the capability to execute a murderous strike against him. Suppressing the urge, she watched as Jefferson walked in. Within seconds, the younger man was by his side. Just as she was about to tell him that this was between her and Jefferson, he cut her short, saying that he was the older man's partner and that he would not take any of her "crap" in telling him to get out. She had no idea why a policeman would be working with anyone around her age on such a dangerous case, which contributed to the irritation she was already feeling. In addition, his defiant tone had released some of that contained fury she had felt moments ago.

"I don't care what you are in relation to him," she snapped. "Get out, now." Yuki could see the cloud of her breath hanging in the air as she spoke. If it were not for the cool mist circling the room, her blood pressure might've gotten so high that she would've knocked out Jefferson's partner.

[Jefferson]

Jefferson laughed at Yuki's attempt to get rid of Aiden. It was futile beyond all reason to try and get Aiden to do something you wanted. Jefferson should know, he tried it many times. Plus, Jefferson really wanted Aiden to stay. He may be able to take on Yuki, but that didn't mean he would. Aiden, on the other hand, might just be crazy enough to try.

"He's staying, whether you like it or not. I want him in here with us, and you will too, that is if you want me to hear what you have to say. Now hurry up and talk, it's getting freakin cold." Jefferson mumbled towards Yuki. He hated the hostility between the two. It was truly messing with his mind, and he really didn't enjoy the cold. The faster they finished, the better for Jefferson.

[Yuki]

"So be it," Yuki said, glaring at Aiden. If Jefferson wanted him to stay, then fine. But she wasn't happy about things not going her way. Jefferson complained about the coldness, but Yuki was rather thankful for it. She would've lost her temper ages ago were they in the other room instead of the freezer.

Locking eyes with Jefferson, Yuki proceeded to explain her situation. "My name is Yuki Oshiro. I come from Japan. Yesterday, I was in Okinawa when I received a letter from my mother with a flight ticket to the United States. She told me to meet her at the hotel she was staying at, and that I was needed immediately. Following her request, I arrived in South Dakota this morning, and went to the direction my mother left me. When I entered her hotel room, however, she was missing, and all that was left was this letter," she paused, fingering through her purse. After a moment, she pulled out the white sheet of paper and handed it to Jefferson. "In addition to that letter, my mother left me a personal letter in which she instructed me to talk to a Jefferson, whom I would find at The Wesson. She told me to tell you that I am the daughter of Natsumi and that you would explain everything to me."

Folding her arms, she waited for his response. There had better exist a good reason for being dragged halfway across the globe, only to arrive at an empty hotel room and be subsequently forced to travel to a filthy bar that was inhabited by three suspicious-looking characters . If she was satisfied with what Jefferson had to say, she would reveal that her mother had also left her a knife. If not, Yuki decided that she would keep that detail to herself.

[Jefferson]

Jefferson listened to all of Yuki's story. After she fininshed, Jefferson sighed. If it was true that she was Natsumi's daughter, then Jefferson knew what he had to tell her. Still, he didn't want to. The girl may not know anything about the life of a hunter, and Jefferson didn't want to be the one that dragged her into this life. He had no choice though, so he began to tell her almost everything.

"Natsumi was a supernatural hunter. I am one too, and so is Aiden here. We hunt vampires, ghost, zombies, ghouls, werewolves, and about almost anything that you can think of that once scared you as a small child. This may sound insane, but it's the truth." Jefferson finished. He didn't want to tell Yuki anymore, unless she had questions to ask him. Something was still bugging him though. How did Yuki's mom know he was at the Wesson? No one knew except Casey, who had given him the call to come here. He wondered if Aiden had also caught that little bit of information.

[Yuki]

"Excuse me?" Yuki said, completely bewildered. Surely her mother had not sent her to a completely foreign country in order for this lunatic to tell her that they were all "supernatural hunters." As a yuta, or shaman of sorts, her mother had often relayed stories about other-worldy beings during her stays at the temple, claiming that one day, the duty of maintaining the peace between this world and the creatures of the spiritual world would be bestowed upon her. Of course, Yuki believed that her mother's belief in her faith was so strong that she had also imagined these beings, in the same manner that a child believes in Santa Claus or in an imaginary friend. The world is defined by what we believe we percieve, and it was Yuki's belief that unless she perceived, it didn't exist.

Yuki felt the confidence in her mother slipping quickly. Was this the day she spoke of, the day in which she would be passed on the title of a yuta? She had dragged her daughter away from her comfortable home for a heretical raving, and now hoped to instill the deluded belief in her. Her mother she could somewhat understand and forgive, but that didn't explain these so-called "hunters." Had these people gone mad?

Yuki stared coldy at Jefferson. "I have withdrawn from stating such blatant comments in the face of my mother out of respect for her, but seeing as you hold none in my eyes, I will not refrain from saying that this belief you hold is nothing but a figment of your imagination--a fantasy created by the mind based on futile clinging to a logical fallacy. My mother constantly spoke of a spiritual realm, but it has been my long-standing belief that this "supernatural" you speak of does not exist. I am not about to get involved in such a childish illusion, even if my mother wishes it."

[Casey]

His left hand was still hurting after three days. He flexed his fingers to gauge the injury. When the pain flared up he briefly wondered if he should go to a doctor. That was impossible for him, no telling what the stranger would discover. Besides it was a sprain, he could live. Casey had work to attend to.

Cradling his left to his chest, he turned on his lap top with the other. As the system booted up he carefully wiggled his fingers again. He won’t be able to hold a gun, let alone anything else, with it for at least a week. When the computer came up he quickly opened his internet and typed in the flight with his working hand. It had landed. Next he searched to taxi leaving the airport and their destinations. Two headed to Keystone, one’s GPS had it by the Wesson. Now that vehicle was on the freeway headed back to the airport. If the mental math was correct, the young woman should have been in the bar long enough to encounter one of the hunters or Deacon.

Casey had never planned on Natsumi including her daughter in hunting. However after the letter and a sudden plane trip it was apparent she was or soon would be involved. He wished he knew if the young woman had any experience with the supernatural. Without more in research he couldn’t make an educated guess. Research, he did not have time for.

He glanced back down at his hand. The poltergeist had been powerful and it had been stupid to try and take care of it alone. For the past months he had done many stupid things that would have gotten another hunter killed if the attempted it solo. Unlike then he now had others he could send.
Picking up his phone he typed out a message to Aiden.

*Hill City South Dakota. Bishop Mountain Road. Bring Jefferson.*

He set the phone down after sending the text. After a moments consideration he picked the phone back up.

*Bring Yuki.*

Send.

[Aiden]

The cold mist in the freezer poured down from one of the fans, beginning to cloud the small room. Various boxes loomed overhead, making it seem darker than it really was. The light was adequate for needing to find something to restock an item, but to stand in there and have a conversation, not so much. Still, despite the cold and the newcomer, Aiden stood his gorund and didn't move when she told him to leave; in fact, he crossed his arms, and stared at her until Jefferson spoke up, telling her that he would stay. Finally, the old man did something right, as Aiden shifted on the slick ground beneath them. "Sorry 'bout him," Aiden said, nodding his head to the side towards Jeff. "He's...antsy at times." He felt he owed Yuki some respect after barging in on her private chat, but if he and Jeff were in this together, he needed to be there too.

Aiden listened carefully to Yuki's tale, and as he began to realize that she had no experience with hunting--or else she surely would have said something about it--his stomach sank. If this Natsumi, who Aiden had never met, really sent Yuki there to speak to Jeff, it only meant one thing: Yuki was about to be thrust into the world of hunting the supernatural, and it was now too late for her to back out. Aiden sighed silently, though he was given away as the steam leave his mouth. Jeff...he wasn't as subtle as he could have been, and his explanation of why she was there, what she was meant for, didn't please the girl, and he couldn't say he could blame her.

Carefully calculating in his head, Aiden jumped in to prevent Jefferson from doing more damage. "I apologize for how this sounds, but he's telling the truth. Trust me, we are insane, I know that. But there are a couple of reasons that your mother might have brought you here; something bad is happening in the supernatural world, for one. And, please, just take this into consideration--when was the last time you saw your mother alive?" This girl didn't seem related to Casey, which meant that she wasn't being recruited. Her mother sending her here could be a sign that she needed help, that she was perhaps injured, or kidnapped...or on her way to being killed by something.

Waiting for her answer, Aiden felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open, reading the text from the unknown number. It was...it was a job. And...they knew that Yuki was with them? "Jeff..." Aiden said unsurely, as he showed the message to him. "We can continue this conversation in the car, we need you to come with us--its for your safety," Aiden said quickly, leaving the freezer before Yuki or Jeff. Back in the bar area, he glanced over to Deacon before he grabbed his jacket that hung on a nearby chair. "Hey, how far is Hill City from here?"