Author Notes:

1. First time writing a SPN fan fic, so don't throw the tomatoes too hard.
2. Yep, there's an original character. Yep, there's romance. Now's the time to leave if that isn't your thing.
3. Said OC is physically (mostly) modeled after actress Maia Mitchell.
4. Leave me love or hate-just make sure it's honest and constructive, because that's what floats my boat and makes me a better writer.
5. This is in the current season of this date.
6. I don't own anything about Supernatural, except my OC.
7. There are four letter words used selectively. Hence, the T rating.
8. Thank you for being a friend.

Lincoln, Nebraska

The cool night air wove through the trees, the small fire they built swaying at its whim. Each of them huddled around it, tightening their hoodies.

"Why the hell are we out here again?" Stephanie asked, the red head shivering against her boyfriend, Todd.

"I'm thinking because we're idiots at this point," Hailey sighed, tucking her brown hair into her hood. "There's no other reason why we should be freezing our asses off."

"Look, he'll show, okay?" Lucas interrupted, drinking his beer.

"He'd better," Todd growled, rolling his eyes.

"Before you know it, he'll be here with the good stuff."

Several moments of silence passed between the four college students. "Yep. I'm outta here," Hailey said, standing. "See you losers tomorrow."

"Hey, come on," Lucas interrupted, "it's a full moon. We've got booze. Why are you complaining?" He took another long swig of his beer.

"Because your guy didn't show with the mind-blowing trip you promised," she spat. "So I'm out."

Hailey waved, walking down the path back to her car, using her cell phone as a flashlight. The woods were far darker than she gave them credit for, and she suddenly wished she hadn't whined and left the safety of the group. She swallowed hard, her steps quickening with the beat of her heart as she began to flutter into a panic.

Shining the phone in front of her, she jumped when she saw a guy with his hands up in front of her. He was tall, brunette, and handsome, seemingly a few years older than her. "Whoa," he said, "easy. Sorry. I'm Kyle, remember me?"

Hailey was unable to avoid noticing how attractive he was. "Yeah, you invited me to church, right?"

"Yep." He smiled. "Hailey, right?"

"Uh-huh." He was magnetic, a charm about him that put her at nearly instant ease. She tilted her head back in the direction she came. "They're over there," she said, assuming it was Lucas' friend.

Before she could pass him, Kyle took Hailey's arm with a small smile. She resisted his touch at first, then quickly relaxed, her brown eyes searching his as her body calmed. "Where are you going?" he asked, stepping closer to her. She stared at him, hypnotized. "You're a beautiful girl," he murmured, reaching out and stroking her face. Hailey let him, blinking as she remained in a trance-like state. "You shouldn't be out here all alone." He pet her, lifting her arm and sniffing her wrist. "Let's get you home, hmm?"

In the blink of an eye, Hailey was home in her dorm room. She wrinkled her brow, a bit of confusion overcoming her. She didn't remember her drive at all. She had to have driven back. How else would she get there?

Still, the warmth of her bed called to her, and she sighed, kicking off her sneakers and crawling in. Sleep came over her quickly, her dreams surprisingly pleasant and sweet.

The next morning, she woke to her alarm with a grumble. Shutting it off, she looked at the date. Wednesday. "Shit!" She bolted up from her bed, checking her class syllabus, certain that her urban society studies paper was due, which she forgot all about. It was. "Dammit!" Quickly changing, Hailey rushed to her desk, pausing as she looked down at the neatly typed essay on her desk. "I did it?" she asked herself. She didn't remember writing it at all. Still, her name was on it. Hailey shrugged, tucking it into her backpack and leaving her dorm for her class.

Surprisingly, class wasn't a long, boring waste of time that morning. In fact, after they turned in their papers, the professor let them go. It was pretty awesome, since she didn't have any other classes until the late afternoon.

Realizing she hadn't eaten yet, Hailey took out her wallet and looked in it as she neared the campus eatery. Her brows raised as she flipped through the thick wad of cash lining it. "Holy shit," she murmured, seeing the bills were mostly fifties and hundreds. Hailey glanced around, then back to the money. She felt it again, laughing to herself as she ran her fingers over it.

Hailey didn't waste any time. After breakfast, she drove to the mall and went on a shopping spree, giggling as she kept buying everything she saw she wanted, the cash never seeming to run out. "This is amazing," she breathed, giddy as she snagged a designer purse and wallet, going to the counter to purchase it.

Several heavy bags later, Hailey drove back to campus, lugging everything to her dorm. As she struggled with her bags, a warm hand stopped her. "Need help?" a male voice asked. Hailey turned, looking up and seeing Kyle from the night before.

"Oh wow," she said, "I didn't know you went here."

"Just transferred in." He took her bags with a grin, and she blushed as she shoved her key in the dorm lock. "Thanks," she murmured once they were inside and he set the bags on her bed.

"You're quite welcome," he replied, stroking her cheek. He lifted her arm, tracing his finger over her wrist. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I've had a legit amazing day," she murmured, slowing to a trance.

"That's wonderful," he said.

What Hailey didn't see was the dank warehouse she was tied in, bound and blindfolded to a concrete pole on her knees. Water pooled around her jeans, dripping from the ceiling of the dusky space. He pet her cheek, leaning in and sucking in a long drink from her cut wrist, a small stream of shimmering power leaving her body and entering his mouth. "That's just wonderful, Hailey," he murmured with a satisfied sigh.

Moving away from her, he stretched as he let the sip of her soul fill him. He strolled over to a decaying body across from Hailey, kicking it with his work boot. Disgusted, he flicked his wrist, transporting the body into a factory sewage run-off, smiling as he looked back at Hailey and the two other meals lined up for him along the concrete. "Fresh is always best."

Lebanon, Kansas

"I mean, they're pancakes. How do you not want pancakes?" Dean Winchester gawked at his little brother, Sam Winchester, gesturing with a silicone spatula as he railed on him. "Pancakes, Sammy. The King of Breakfast, the perfect hangover meal, the quintessential 'make her breakfast the next morning' meal. And you don't want any?"

Sam's brow arched, a half smile on his face as he looked up from his laptop. "I'm just not hungry. I didn't realize you were so passionate about them, Dean."

"I am when I make a shit ton thinking my giant brother will be eating them." Dean sighed, scooping them out onto a plate for himself. "Whatever. More for me." He moved to the bunker table, sitting with a satisfied sigh before shoving a huge piece of pancake in his mouth. He chewed it with a small moan. "You're missing out," he mumbled through his mouthful.

Sam was entirely distracted, scrolling through the most recent news articles. "In Lincoln, Nebraska, there's been a series of missing women over the last five years," he said, brow furrowed as he read. "Four women total so far, the most recent one from three days ago. All of the them fit a particular profile—petite Caucasian brunettes, between the ages of 18 and 30. Local police believe that the disappearances are connected, though no suspects have been named."

"A cold case missing persons?" Dean shrugged. "I mean, it's not really our thing. Besides, we've got Jack and Mom, and—"

"I know, but listen to this: According to a man named James Gray, the disappearances are not the work of a human." Sam looked up, seeing Dean chewing and looking at him, unimpressed. "He says that it's an angel."

"An angel?" Dean repeated, sipping his coffee. "Look, we know angels are assholes in general, but I've never heard of them picking off certain types of women." Dean nodded to the laptop. "Where's this Gray guy at? He a family member or something?"

Sam winced, shaking his head. "More like a psych ward patient with a lot to say."

Dean eyed him, stabbing a pancake. "Yeah, I'll pass."

"I mean," Sam began, sighing as he ran his hand through his thick hair, "we're at a stalemate right now, Dean. It's only a three hour drive. Maybe it's worth a shot. Maybe we can do some good while we wait."

Grumbling, Dean cut into a pancake. "Sam—"

"The most recent disappearance is a college student from University of Nebraska, which means interviews on campus," Sam quickly added, giving Dean a raised brow.

Dean pursed his lips as he thought. He nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'm in."