Blade's P.O.V
Hansel, Gretel and I, were currently in Augsburg's bar. Nothing exciting was going on. There were only men in the bar with a few women.
Gretel and this guy were talking about many creatures that have appeared to help witches. I was just minding my own business 'till their conversation caught my attention.
"Trolls?" Asked Gretel.
"Wait, you said there's trolls that actually help witches?" I asked.
"Yeah. Trolls are extra," answered the guy.
"Excuse me," I said. "What's your name again?" I asked politely.
"Its William. Tracker William," he answered and smiled.
I shook his hand and smiled back.
"Blade Valerious Grimm," I said, introducing myself, too.
"Blade Valerious? As in THEE Blade Valerious?" He asked excitedly.
"Um, yes," I answered a bit weirded out since he didn't mention my second last name.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so many stories about you," he said as he started shaking my hand rapidly.
"Wait, stories?" Asked Gretel.
"Yes ma'am," answered William.
"What kind of stories?" She asked.
"Stories about her hunts, of course. By the way, how did you survive from that werewolf? I thought he bit you," he said.
"For some reason, nothing happened to me. Now, can we not talk about this right now?" I asked as I was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry," he said. I nodded as a response.
"Werewolf?" Asked Gretel. "You were bitten by a werewolf and you said nothing about it?" She asked.
"I didn't say anything because I knew how you'd get," I answered.
"We'll talk later," she said. I then got a bit of anxiety with those three words.
I sighed and looked at Hansel who was currently walking to our table with a hamburger.
"Hey, so what's wrong with the girls in this place? Huh?" He asked as he sat in between Gretel and I. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but aren't bar wenches supposed to be easy?" He asked again.
"It's really unusual," answered Gretel.
"Yes. It is unusual," responded Hansel.
"Dude, maybe they don't like your ugly face," I said and smirked.
"You know what? Shut up," he said and I laughed.
"Hey guess what?" I asked.
"What?" He asked. "If it's that 'Chicken butt' shit, I will stuff this hamburger down your throat," he said.
"Fuck you," I laughed. "What I was gonna say is that, did you know people tell stories about me?" I asked as he took a big bite out of his hamburger.
"They do? What do they say? Blade Grimm: The Annoying Sister?" He asked with his mouth full.
"I'm not joking. They talk about my hunts. They know me only as Blade Valerious," I said.
"That's good, kid. I'm proud of you," he said as he swallowed his food and gave me a proud smile.
I smiled back. "Thank you."

Hansel and I are much closer than Gretel and I. It's kinda weird considering that Gretel and I spend much more time together since we're girls.

"These cases are very weird. Like this one. Witches attacked a father and three children. One child was taken but she didn't touch the other two," said Gretel as she handed me a newspaper she was reading. I looked over it and passed it to Hansel.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Uh-oh," was his response as he looked at the newspaper.
"Now that's weird," said Gretel as she looked at us.
"That is really weird," said Hansel in a sarcastic/playful tone.
Gretel slapped him in the arm playfully.
"It is strange," said Hansel as he rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, yeah," she said as I smacked Hansel on the head playfully.
He chuckled and rubbed his head. "Then again, what's normal, really? I mean, we do hunt witches for a living."
"You have a point," I said as I now started thinking about my life. Nothing about it was normal.

We went back to looking at newspapers and files of the witches and missing children. That is until a boy came up to us. I looked up at him and studied his features.
He has blondish-brownish hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was a bit dirty and sweaty. He was also holding a big book of papers. Probably made it himself.

"Excuse me? Hansel and Gretel?" He asked making my siblings look up at him. "Oh my God. I can't believe you're actually here. I'm Ben, Benjamin Walter. I'm quite a big fan of your work," he said.
"That's great," said Hansel in a 'leave me alone before I punch you in the face' tone.
"It's nice to meet you, Benjamin," said Gretel as she ignored Hansel's tone of voice.
"If it isn't too much trouble, can you sign..." He trailed off as he placed the book he had, on our table. Turns out it was just old newspapers of my brother and sister's witch hunts. Good thing I wasn't known by many people.
"Oh no. You're actually forgetting my sister," he said gesturing to me but then he shut his mouth due to the glare Gretel was sending his way.
Gretel then pulled the book to her and started looking through it.
"Oh my," she said surprised of all the newspapers that Benjamin had collected and put all together in one book.
Ben chuckled. "Oh yeah. That's when uh, you found the fucki-..." I didn't hear the rest as I started thinking about food and about how hungry I was.
"...I mean, you certainly taught those witches a thing or two," I heard Ben again as I was brought back from my thoughts.
"Oh, wow. This is amazing and..um...weird," said Gretel.
"Its creepy too," added Hansel.
"Yeah..." Said Ben as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Alright, well I think we should continue with this hunt," said Hansel, obviously wanting to get this over with.
"I just have so many questions for you two. Do you mind?" Asked Ben.
"Actually, we have to ge-.." Started Hansel but got interrupted by Gretel, mid-sentence.
"Oh no, no, no. You go right ahead," said Gretel, giving Hansel a 'leave him alone' look.
"Okay. Um...how do you best kill a witch?"
"Hansel? Blade? Care to answer?" Gretel asked as she looked at more newspapers.
"Decapitating them," I said as I motioned it on my neck with my pointer finger.
"Yeah, that tends to work a lot but skinning them and ripping their hearts out is also nice, too," said Hansel as he smirked at Ben.
"I prefer burning them. Its the only way to stay safe," Gretel looked at Ben as she said this.
"B-burning? O-oh, yeah," said Ben obviously terrified.
"You scared of fire?" I asked.
"W-what? No!" He answered.
"Good," I said.
"So burning is the best way you guys kill a witch, right?" He asked.
"Yep," answered Gretel.
"Burn them all!" Hansel and I said in unison and laughed.
"Another question. Um, uh, is it true that witches can't harm you no matter what?" Asked Ben.
"That's bullshit," I picked up a newspaper.
"That is horseshit, son," said Hansel, emphasizing on the 'is'.
"Yeah. Whoever told you that, he or she is a son of a bitch," I said as I pulled my gun out and played with it.
"Their magic doesn't work on us," started Gretel. "But they also haven't killed us...yet."
"Do you think maybe you have some sort of protection spell? Or do you think its because of the witch that you burned when you were children? Um, you know, I guess that's how it all started for you guys. I mean, is that how you guys became witch hunters? Where did you get your guns? Do you guys have any significant others?" Ben kept asking. He needs to shut up.
I gave Hansel a look and he right away knew that I was uncomfortable.
"Okay, look. You're a really nice kid but we have a town under attack," he said as he too was getting tired of the kid. Well, he's not really a kid.
"Sorry dude, but we're kinda busy," I said as I got up and left to go get Hansel a beer and a pie for myself.
As I was heading to go get the pie and beer, the door swung open and in walked two men and a woman. I paid no mind to them as I was eager to eat some pie, already.

Dean's P.O.V.
Mary and I followed Sam into the bar. We had no choice since he knew more about this place and he knew how Hansel and Gretel looked like.
We walked into the bar and I looked around.
The place looked like any normal bar. Brown wooden walls, wooden stools, wooden tables, wooden benches, wooden chairs, a wooden shelf that held all kinds of alcohol and a door that led into a kitchen.
Cool. We can get food in here.

"There they are," I heard Sammy say as he pointed to a table where two people sat.
"That's Hansel and Gretel?" I asked. "I always thought Gretel would have blonde hair in pigtails while wearing a dress."
"Dean, no. Stop. This is the real world. This isn't some kind of fairy tale," said Sammy.
"I'm just saying," I said as we started walking to them.

They looked up at us as soon as we stopped right in front of their table.
"Can we help you?" Asked the woman, Gretel.
She had light brown hair which was up in a braid, brown eyes, and pale skin with slight pink cheeks.

"Are you two Hansel and Gretel?" Asked Sammy.
"That's us," answered the man, which now I know, is Hansel.
He had sand brown hair, hazel eyes, lightish-colored skin with a bit of a scruff.

"Hello. I'm Sam Winchester. This is my mother, Mary Winchester, and my brother, Dean Winchester," Sammy pointed at us. Hansel and Gretel shook our hands as I winked at Gretel.
"Ah, the famous Winchesters?" Asked Hansel as Gretel rolled her eyes at me and looked away.
"Yup," I said, popping the p.
"We've heard so much about you. American hunters, right?" Asked Gretel as Sammy nodded.
"You don't look like you can hunt," Hansel smirked. "Green eyes, you look like a Ken doll. Tall dude, you look like a model that would be in a shampoo commercial, and Blondie, you look like someone who would spend all her time babysitting."
"Excuse me?" I asked, pissed. I'm pretty sure mom was pissed too.

"Are you American hunters deaf or something?" Hansel asked as he looked at Mary. "On second thought, your mother would be a perfect grandma figure."
Gretel let out an amused laugh at Hansel's comment.
"Our mother is not that old!" Said Sammy who was also mad.
"She is to us," said Hansel.
"Alright, that's it!" I semi-yelled as I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Hansel.
Mary did the same and pointed hers at Gretel.
"I just met you two, and I already hate you!" I clicked my gun as it was still pointed to Hansel's head.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. Dean? Mom? Please calm down. We came all the way here to help Hansel and Gretel with the hunt. We didn't come here to kill them," said Sam.
I then heard two guns click. I felt the front of a gun on the back of my neck.

Blade's P.O.V.
I was calmly waiting for my pie and Hansel's beer as I looked around the bar. The two men and women who came in a few minutes ago, were chatting with my brother and sister.

"Here's your pie, sweetie," said the cook as she handed me a freshly baked cherry pie.
"Thank you!" I said excitedly as I took the pie from her hands.
I grabbed Hansel's cold beer and started walking back to our table when I saw my brother and sister being held at gunpoint.
"Oh, Hell no," I said as I walked over to my table, faster than before. "Hold my pie and beer," I looked at Ben.
"Do I have to?" He asked as he gave me a look.
"I will slam the pie on your face and break the bottle on your head!" I said, raising my voice a bit.
He just took the stuff and stayed silent.

I clicked my guns and pointed it at the man and woman.
"Lower your guns or I'll blow your fucking brains out. And let me tell you, my brother and sister won't enjoy that," I said as I winked at Gretel, knowing I used her phrase.
"Woah. Easy. Take it easy," said the woman as both her and the man lowered their guns down.
"Take it easy? Take it easy!?" I yelled. "You were holding my brother and sister at gunpoint! No one does that. Not on my watch!"
"Look, we're sorry. It won't happen again. Can you please lower your guns?" Asked another man.
"Fine. But if you guys do that shit again, I won't hesitate to shoot you," I growled.
"Is that a threat?" Asked the guy I was pointing my gun, to.
"It's a promise," I said as I lowered my guns and sat down on the bench next to Hansel.

They introduced themselves to me. Mary, Sam, and Dean Winchester.
Mary had blonde short hair with blueish-greenish eyes. She had light skin and light pink lips. She also had a bit of what looked like crinkles in her eyes. She looked beautiful and friendly.

Sam was a handsome, tall man. He looked like he was well built under that plaid shirt and greenish jacket. He had light apple green eyes and glorious brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had a bit of sideburns too. But his hair got to me. How the Hell does he manage to keep his hair so fabulous?

Last but not least, there was Dean Winchester who literally was sex on two legs. He had glorious Spring grass, green eyes and pink plump lips that begged to be kissed. Looking closely, he also had a one day scruff and freckles. He also looked well built under that shirt and leather jacket. And also, look at those arms. Yep, I'd do him. (I mean, who wouldn't? ☠☠)

"I'm Blade Valerious Grimm," I said as they shook my hand.
"Wait. Blade Valerious? As in THEE Blade Valerious?" Asked Sam.
"Another one," I muttered under my breath. "Yes, that's me."
"Wait, you two know each other?" Asked Dean.
"I don't know him," I said in defense.
"Dean, don't you know who Blade Valerious, is?" Asked Mary.
"Hell no," he answered. "Why? Am I supposed to know who she is?"
"Blade Valerious is a very famous hunter. She's the one who found and killed three vampire nests in one hour tops," said Sam. "Do you know that lot's of hunters talk about you? Even our father-figure, Bobby Singer, does too."
"How the hell am I famous?" I asked.
"Yeah, how the hell are you so famous?" Asked my brother.
I smirked. "Suck it, Hansel."
"You don't have a dick. Stop that," said Hansel.
"Bitch, I have more dick than you!" I smirked as both Sam and Dean yelled, "BURN!".
Well, forget that 'Not many people know me' part. Now I know that many hunters talk about me. Oh well.

(Just so you know, it's not finished. That's because I'm gonna make part two to this chapter since it's really long. Hope you're enjoying this story! Love you guys! ☠♡ Mrs. Ackles out! ☠)