**Hunters in the Night**

The darkness of the Tennessee night seemed to swallow Dean Winchester's Impala whole as he drove down the winding roads of Middle Tennessee. He had been tracking a lead on a particularly nasty spirit that had been terrorizing a small town just outside of Nashville. The GPS had led him to a secluded gas station on the outskirts of town, where he hoped to find some information. As he pulled into the station, he noticed a sleek black motorcycle parked by the pumps. A figure stood by the bike, eyeing him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Dean couldn't help but notice the way the dim light of the gas station highlighted the sharp angles of her face, and the way her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in worn leather and looked like she'd just rolled out of a biker bar. Dean got out of the Impala, his eyes locked on the stranger. "Can I help you?" he asked, his hand resting on the grip of his gun. The woman raised an eyebrow, her eyes flashing with amusement. "And I can help you, I presume?" She pushed off the bike and walked towards him, her boots clicking on the pavement. Dean noticed that she was wearing a silver necklace with a small badge pendant. It looked like a FBI badge. "I'm looking for information," Dean said, his eyes narrowing. "There's a spirit that's been causing some trouble in the area. I heard it might be connected to an old abandoned mine on the outskirts of town." The woman's expression turned serious, and she pulled out a small notebook from her jacket pocket. "I'm Abby Drake, FBI," she said, her eyes scanning the notebook. "I've been tracking a similar lead. It looks like we're after the same thing." Dean's instincts went on high alert. He didn't trust the FBI, and he especially didn't trust anyone who was poking around in the supernatural world. But there was something about Abby that caught his attention. Maybe it was the way she stood tall, her shoulders squared, or the way her eyes sparkled with intelligence. "What's your stake in this?" Dean asked, his tone neutral. Abby's eyes locked on his, a hint of a challenge in her voice. "I'm here to help. And I think we can help each other." The air was thick with tension as they stood there, sizing each other up. Dean could feel the sparks flying between them, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with the FBI, or with the attraction that was growing between them. As they stood there, the darkness of the night seemed to close in around them, and Dean knew that this was just the beginning of a long and complicated journey.