I dedicate this story to all my subs and friends on IFunny, (im Jack_Frost_) this one's for you! It's part of the celebration for 870 subs!


My first Supernatural story! (Trigger warnings: Some violence) Reviews are awesome, and I'm working on chapter two now. Sorry its so short! And its based off of an RPG me and a friend did, so, yup. Enjoy!


Zoey is a girl who literally grew up in the woods. She found out about all the demons and creatures by her boyfriend: Sam Winchester. But he died in a fire, much like both of their parents. She has been hunting ever since, trying to avenge his death. She lives by the Winchester motto: "Shoot first, ask questions later."


A man was lying on the Southern Californian beach as Zoey ran across it, panting and yelling. "Son of a bitch!" The man stood as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit." Zoey mumbled as she inspected the wounds across her shoulder and stomach.

"You're hurt." The man pointed out obviously.

"You're fugly." Zoey stated, as she looked him up and down.

"And you're a bitch. Come along, then." He said as he grabbed her arm and dragged her to his beachfront house. Zoey's plaid, flannel red shirt was torn in multiple places, and her leather jacket, which closely resembled Dean's, was covered in dust. Her jeans were muddy, along with her black biker boots.

"Easy," she growled as she put a hand on her .45 automatic Glock, which sat comfortably in her jacket. He brought her inside and simply stated "Try me. Now sit down on that chair over there."

"Fine," she said, as she hesitantly obliged. "What do you want?" It came out more of an order than a question, but Zoey was beyond caring at this point. The man walked over to a wooden cabinet and grabbed an ancient looking vial out of it. "What the hell is that?" she demanded.

"Water," the man nonchalantly answered.

"Think I'm gonna fall for that?" she challenged.

"This isn't going to hurt a bit," The man promised as he poured the liquid onto his hands and rubbed it into her wounds.

"Holy shit!" Zoey screamed.

"I lied." The man confessed. "But your wounds are completely healed."

Zoey ran a hand through her thick, waist length, black hair, pausing to twirl the dark blue and red streaks framing her face. "Dick." She stated as she grabbed her Glock and unloaded it.

"It is water though. Ancient healing water from the underground lake of Anowa." The man complied. Zoey thought this over and shrugged. The man continued, "I scored some from Dean before he left to keep going after the thing that killed mom." Zoey's head jerked up, her eyes wide.

"…S-Sam?"


DUNDUNDUNNNN. Plot twist!