The chapters are really short, but overall I already have a lot written so whatever.

Sam

“Hey, Dean, could you turn the music down? It’s Bobby.” The man riding shotgun in an old Impala motioned to the driver with a buzzing flip phone. This was Sam Winchester.

“Ehh fine.” The older brother, also known as Dean Winchester, grumbled, reluctantly lowering the volume.

Sam lifted his chin in quiet thanks, and flipped open his phone, “Hey.”

A low, gravelly voice answered in a slight southern twang, sounding tense and pissed off as per usual. “Hey Sam, you an’ Dean there?”

“Yeah, you find anything on Crowley yet?”

“No, it's not important right now.”

“Not important, what do you mean?”

“I mean we have other things to worry about. I need your help, a friend of mine was working a case a few days ago and I can't get ahold of 'em.”

“Come on Bobby, hunters can go off the grid for weeks at a time, he's probably just working.”

“No, you don't understand, Sniper's not the same kinda hunter as us, and she always stays in touch.”

Sam's forehead wrinkled, surprised by the tone of Bobby's voice, “What? What kind of hunter is she?”

“She jumps from job to job, doesn't often get in deep by herself. Surveillance, info, psychic photography.”

“Okay… what do you want us to do?”

“Last I heard, she was checking out a job near the University of Michigan, a professor died of a supposed heart attack. I want you to get out there, and make sure she ain't dead, alright?”

“Okay, yeah sure. We'll... keep you updated?”

“You idjits better. Something’s not right, I can feel it.” With a harsh 'click’ the call ended, leaving Sam still rather confused.

“So?” Dean spoke up, only hearing half the conversation, “What is it? Missing hunter?”

He shook his head, smoothing out the creases in his brow, “Uh, yeah, kinda. Bobby wants us to check on someone. According to him, she usually only does surveillance kind of stuff. Even mentioned psychic photography. I’ve never heard of anyone doing that for real before.”

Dean's head snapped twords his brother, looking at Sam in surprise, “Sniper? Is she okay?”

“Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, everyone knows her. I worked a case with her a few years back, people call her 'Sniper’ because of her aim, one of the best long distance shots I've ever seen. What's wrong?”

“I guess she hasn't checked in in a while, Bobby's pretty worried, it's weird.”

Dean quirked one eyebrow, looking back to the road before they ended up crashing. "Why is Bobby asking us? He knows she can take care of herself... And she's a hunter. Don't people just... Assume we're already dead anyway?"

Sam relayed what Bobby had told him, and Dean gave what little he knew about the mysterious hunter called 'Sniper’.