Authors Note

Welcome to the Supernatural section of my FanFiction! These stories follow the show fairly closely with the addition of my own original character, Aleksandria Petrova, flame to Dean Winchester and best friend to Sam Winchester. Aleksandria has her own dark past. Stick around to find out what Aleksandria is hiding and if she'll ever come to terms with her feelings for Dean.

Leave a review and let me know how I'm doing! The stories follow the same order as the show so for convenience I've placed season and episode indicators before each episode title if anyone is interested in following Aleksandria's story in chronological order.

Season 1 Episode 16
Chicago, Illinois -

"…and get this. Her heart was missing." Aleksandria never understood the sheer excitement and terror in the redhead's voice whenever she found a new case. She assumed that after all the years she had been doing this job the element of surprise would have lost its touch and became more of routine rather than something out of an exorcism movie. But Charlie was still new to the world of the supernatural; Alex found her randomly while taking care of a case many years ago and found that she had quite the knack for the technological aspect of hunting.

Charlie was an IT nerd that had a particular skill set that go Aleksandria out of so many previous situations in regard to the law. When Aleksandria met her, Charlie Bradbury was just a nobody IT tech sitting behind the desk at some small company. Years of work together coupled with Alex's connections and money landed Charlie behind a desk as an IT tech at the FBI. Her proximity to unsolved cases, x-files, and the justice system gave Aleksandria real-time access to legitimate badge numbers she used on rotation whenever she was working a project. It made it a lot easier when she didn't have to solve a case without also having to hide from the local authorities.

"Charlie, that's literally the textbook scenario of a werewolf attack," Alex sighed as she eased off the gas pedal in her Trans Am.

"No! No, the timing isn't right! The full moon isn't until next month! Besides, I'm telling you there is something fishy about this attack. Look, I tracked four other similar occurrences all of them grizzly, all of them unsolved cases, all of them in Chicago, but none of them are connected as far as I can tell," Charlie continued. Aleksandria sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have anything else on her plate and Charlie hardly ever steered her in the wrong direction.

"Alright, I'll check it out," she replied as she hung up the phone and threw it in the passenger's seat next to her, stepping on the gas as she sped towards the city of Chicago. Aleksandria always hated Chicago, full of bad memories and even worse people. She made it a point to avoid the city at all costs since they were doing a sufficient enough job at destroying themselves. No amount of saving was going to pull those people out of the dark. If she didn't know any better, she would've assumed that the city's inhabitants were all possessed, but as it turned out they were just bad people.

An hour later, Aleksandria pulled off into a motel just outside the city limits. She didn't trust leaving her Trans Am unattended in the middle of the city, especially in the area Charlie said the body was found. After checking into a hotel room, she began her journey to the apartment complex that belonged to a Meredith, the unfortunate victim of the event. From the information Charlie gave her, the scene was already deemed an animal attack by the Chicago Police Department. The declaration meant that Aleksandria would raise more questions than she wanted; instead, she decided a quiet entry into the crime scene was the best line of approach. It took less than three minutes for her to pick the lock to the apartment. It was a bloodbath. There were stains from the victims blood all over the floors and the walls. "Jesus…" Alex mumbled to herself. She thought back to the details of Charlie's report: no forced entry, no sign of a robbery, and the victim had been pulled apart like a wild animal. The missing heart was conveniently left out of the reports no doubt because Chicago PD didn't want to designate the crime scene as another unsolved murder with no leads whatsoever. Smart…and despicable. There was a pattern on the floor Aleksandria couldn't quite make out, but time was not on her side. Before she could make out the pattern, the front door handle rattled as a master key unlocked the deadbolt. Crap. Aleksandria looked around for a place to hide, rushing into the master bedroom closet, quietly closing the door behind her as she peered through the slits in the door.

"Like I said, your alarm wasn't very effective," a woman of African American descent walked through the door followed by two men in workers uniforms; Aleksandria couldn't see their faces but their voices sounded familiar.

"That's why we're here ma'am, we're trying to figure out what we can improve on." Aleksandria flattened herself against the wall to minimize her shadow and turned her ear to the door to listen.

"Well whatever you find, I hope you do better in the future," the woman continued, not moving from the doorway. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not be here for your work. I was the one who found the body when it started to smell, I don't need to be reminded of what I found. Just lockup when you're done."

"Of course, ma'am," said the second male's voice.

Aleksandria watched as the woman left the apartment and the two men began circling around the crime scene. It became pretty obvious that they weren't maintenance workers from the alarm company…they were hunters. Of course they were! Alex smiled, not realizing she let out a soft chuckle in the process. One of them caught it. Aleksandria watch as the door to the closet flew open and a hand wrapped around her neck as she was slammed into the nearest wall. It took a few seconds for Dean Winchester to realize that they had met before. "You? What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded as he let go of Alex.

"You're really asking that question again?" Aleksandria spoke, carefully massaging her throat where Dean left a mark. She turned her eyes to his brother. "Sam," she nodded, greeting him.

"Okay, look, this is our case now so maybe just go and find another one?"

"Um, I was here first?" Aleksandria questioned as she pushed herself off the wall and walked back towards the pattern she thought she saw earlier on the floor. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you two are in way over your head," she said as she crossed her arms and knelt down, studying the blood pattern more closely. They were definitely in over their heads. Even Aleksandria had not seen this kind of pattern in centuries, it wasn't a common find due to its… instability.

"That's cute Princess, but I think you underestimate my brother and I," Dean smiled, looking down at her as if she was beneath him. Aleksandria didn't like to be called Princess. She stood up, falling a few inches short of Dean's height, but nevertheless looked him square in the eyes.

"Princess?" Aleksandria scoffed at him. "Tell me, Dean Winchester, what do you see?"

As if he were trying to prove something, Dean crossed his arms and tried to make himself seem taller. "Female victim, torn to shreds, heart missing, nothing left…classic werewolf case," he shrugged. To be fair, Aleksandria thought the same thing, but that was before she had access to the crime scene.

"Hm." She tried to repress her smile, but Dean caught onto her.

"What, is there something that you know that we don't?" Dean asked. Aleksandria looked at Sam who was trying hard not to say anything, but she could tell that he also knew it wasn't a werewolf attack. Dean stared at Sam betrayed. "What Sam?"

"Dean, the moon isn't right for a werewolf attack. It's not going to be full for another two days." She could tell Dean was disappointed with the information, so he tried to turn it back on her. "So, if it wasn't a werewolf, then what the hell was it? What kind of creature could do that to someone?"

Aleksandria walked over to Dean and pulled the roll of duct tape from his belt and began tracing over the pattern that she had seen earlier. The tape outlined a curved Z which was a symbol from an ancient source. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked.

"It's a symbol for a Daeva, translates to 'demon of darkness' or a shadow demon. The issue is, these specific demons have toe be summoned and that's no easy feat. Whoever summoned it knew what they were doing," Alex said. "These demons are particularly dangerous, they're unhinged and tend to bite the hand that feeds them." Now uninterested in proving Dean wrong, Alex continued to study the pattern of blood, hoping she could trace it to find more answers.

"You seem to know a lot about demons," Dean questioned suspiciously.

"That's because I hunt them," she replied casually. She could tell it threw the brothers for a loop because for once in his life, Dean seemed speechless. Finally, Sam spoke.

"You…you hunt demons?" he asked Aleksandria. She looked at the two of them. It was almost as if they had never met a demon hunter before, but to be far most demon hunters didn't live long enough to take credit for their work. She shouldn't have said anything.

"Look, trust me when I say this case is over your head, okay. Just let me deal with it before you two get hurt. This isn't some Norse god in a sleepy town, it's a shadow demon. Who knows who's controlling it?" Aleksandria walked out of the apartment before Dean and Sam could get their bearings and question her more about her profession, quickly making her way down to her Trans Am to make a call to her trusted source.

"You are go for Charlie," a familiar voice chirped at the other end of the line.

"Hey Charlie, I need you to look into any similar murders to the one in Chicago, find out if any of them are connected in any way and the time between them. Looks like you were right on this case, we can rule werewolf out," Aleksandria sighed.

"I knew it! I'll get right on that!"

Aleksandria sped off in the direction of her hotel to prep for the upcoming fight. If there really was a Daeva in town there was sure to be one hell of a fight and Aleksandria needed to prepare.