A/N: ZOMG! That's right readers, I've given in to my inner fangirl and began writing a Supernatural ficcy! ^^ I'm so happy. Actually, this is one of two. I have another idea for one but I plan on waiting a while to start it. So this is gunna be a Castiel/OC fic since Cas is love. And I'm a fangirl, if you didn't already know. The rating might go up and the title might change. Also, it's being written in first person with Jessica and for Sam & Dean it'll be in third. Sorry if this first chapter's confusing. Just working out the kinks and such. Please review and lemme know what you think!


Chapter 1: Beginning of my Story

I never thought I'd ever experience something like this. Anything. I just figured I would live a normal…well, semi-normal life at least; with my dad and aunt for a while. Until I left and began my own life.

Yeah right.

They changed things for me. I don't hate them for it, I mean; he did say it was near to inevitable. I would've been figured out soon enough. All it took was a little bit of searching…

But back to my point, things should've gone as planned: high school, a little break, then off to college. Guess I better thank those two, no three, for that one.

You're not understanding my babble, are you? No? Then let me take you back to when it all began…

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"Please?"

"Sometimes I wonder how old you really are, Collette," I told my aunt. For a forty-odd year old woman, sometimes she acted younger than me. Like a teenager almost. Collette pouted at me. With a sigh, I said, "Alright. Gimmie the cash."

Collette shoved a few bills into my hand. "You're such a life saver, Jessica."

"Yeah yeah. Just remember, you owe me now." I rolled my eyes as I turned and walked out of the kitchen. Quickly, I grabbed my keys from their usual spot on the hook by the front door before hurrying out of the house.

My car's nothing pretty. Just a jeep that used to be my dad's. You know, the kind that you can take the top down? I hated it when I was little, but I've come to love it. Hell, it was a car and operable. What's not to love?

As I climbed in the driver's seat, Collette shouted something from the kitchen window. I nodded while starting the car. If it was important, she'll call.


The car made a sputtering sound as it slowed down. "Oh goddamn it Sammy!"

"What?"

Dean looked at the meters on the impala's dash. "We're out of gas."

Sam huffed. "I wasn't the last person to fill the tank up."

They exchanged looks of annoyance. "Yes you did."

"No… You-"

"What?"

Sam smirked. "You were chatting up that chick instead of putting gas in the car." He shook his head, laughing slightly.

Dean simply gave his brother a guilty look. "Yeah well…" he trailed off as he drove the car to the side of the road and put it in park. "You were on your friggin' computer," he retorted.

"Looking for the next case," Sam said defensively.

"Nerd," Dean mumbled as he got out of the car, slamming the door. He looked up and down the road. "Great. In the ass end of nowhere with no gas. Or food!"

Sam got out of the car and walked over to Dean, joining him in leaning against the black impala. "Someone'll drive by."

Dean shot him a glare. "And who will that be?" He saw Sam smiling and asked, "What?"

As he pushed off from the car, Sam pointed to a vehicle down the road. "That one." He looked at the car and waved his hands, trying to catch the driver's attention.

"The hell are you doing?" Dean hissed.

Sam glanced at his brother and said, "Getting us off the side of the road."

The car seemed to slow down and pulled up in front of their car. The two approached the jeep as the driver's side door opened. A woman got out and Dean stopped Sam. "Let me handle this." Sam rolled his eyes as Dean called, "Hey."

"Hey yourself," the woman said. She had her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.

"We…kind of ran out of gas," Dean said, "think you can help us?" He smiled at her the smile he used when he wanted something.

She smiled at them. "C'mon. Hop in."

Dean looked over his shoulder, shooting Sam an 'I told you so' grin. He rolled his eyes in response to his older brother.

Thinking ahead, Sam got to the passenger seat before Dean, who had to sit in the back. "So where you headed?" the woman asked.

"Uh, just to the nearest gas station and back if you don't mind," Sam asked.

She nodded. "It's on my way. As long as you don't mind coming with me…?" She gave him a questioning look.

"Sam," he told her. "That's my brother Dean."

"Hi," Dean said smoothly. "How about sharing your name?"

"Jessica," she said as the car started.


I told them my name, just as Dean asked, while starting the jeep. When I glanced at Sam, he looked…upset. "Uh, you okay?"

Sam looked at me. He looked confused, lost almost. "I, um…nothing. It's nothing."

I nodded in disbelief. He was being obvious with his lie. In the rear view mirror, I saw Dean was looking down, shaking his head slightly. He noticed the lie too. Maybe he knew why…

In minutes, we pulled up in front of the store. Dean cleared his throat and leaned forward between the two front seats. "Um Jessica, this doesn't look like a gas station…"

I looked back at him. "I said we had to make a stop."

"At a dress store? Sorry, but we're not shopping types," he snapped.

"Never said you had to come," I retorted. He was the one who asked for a ride. He should stop complaining. I got out of the car and shut the door. "You two just…stay, okay?"

Sam gave a nod and I noticed Dean rolling his eyes at me.

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I paid the money to the woman at the store for Collette. Who knew marriage was so complicated? Or expensive… I made my way out of the store and back to the jeep.

"Where's your dress Cinderella?" I heard Dean ask. He had the back car door open and was sitting comfortably.

I gave him a smirk. "Prince Charming has lessons at five, if you'd like," I said.

"Sorry about my brother…Jessica…" Sam said from the passenger seat. It sounded as if he had trouble saying my name. I wasn't going to delve. I was going to let it go…again. "Could you just…take us to the gas station and back to our car?"

"My car!" Dean shouted.

"Fine. Your car," Same said.

I sighed. "I don't care whose car it is. I'll take you there though." Without another word, I got into the jeep and started it, then drove off towards the gas station.

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I ended up dropping them off the two guys back at their car with a gas canister. Sam thanked me and Dean just kind of gave a nod. He seemed very arrogant in my opinion.

Before pulling off, I asked Sam, "You guys gunna be in town?"

Sam gave a nod. "Maybe a few days." He glanced at Dean, who was putting the gas into their car.

"If you need help or anything, I live on the edge of town," I told him. As rude as Dean was, I couldn't be mean to Sam. He was nice, kinda cute even.

"Do you have a last name? It would help us find you if we need to," Sam chuckled.

I gave him a smile. "Ryan."

"Jessica Ryan. We'll keep it in mind," he said. "Thanks again."

"Anytime." With that, I started up the jeep and gave a nod before driving off back towards my house.

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"Collette! I'm back," I called as I walked into my house. There was no sound whatsoever. "Dad? Collette?" At least one of them should be home… I kept a hold of the car keys and walked into the kitchen. I caught sight of a piece of paper on the counter. "Anyone home?" With slight curiosity, I picked up and read the note. It was from my dad. According to it, Collette had something happen to her and they were at the doctor. How wonderful.

I wasn't about to run out and make sure she was okay. For all I knew, she just got sick and needed medicine. I let the note drop back on the counter before making my way upstairs to my room.

Halfway up the stairs, I felt a wave of drowsiness. But why was I tired? I slept last night… Well maybe for a little. Okay, so I admit, I was tired. But I knew what'll happen when I fall asleep.

Once I reached my room, I could feel my eyes falling shut. "No…" I mumbled to myself as I paced beside my bed. "No, no, no…" I couldn't give in, not yet. My body was saying otherwise though. I sat on my bed and crumpled to the side in a ball.

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Instead of waking up like a normal person, I bolted up with wide eyes. I was right. That same dream took place during my short nap.

Since as far back as I could remember, I would regularly dream of a bright light and a man talking to me. I never saw the man, but he always asked me how I was or about the things around me. I never thought it meant anything…

"Jessica! Are you home?"

I stood and made my way downstairs after hearing my dad. "What's going on?" I asked. "Where's Collette?"

He frowned. "You aunt is hurt. They're keeping her in for a few days."

"What happened to her?"

With a sigh, he said, "She doesn't know. I just got home and found her on the floor of the kitchen. She was unconscious…"

The only response I could think to say was "wow". Collette…in the hospital… Maybe it was serious.

"You okay Jessica?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "Fine dad. Just a bit…shocking, ya know?" I lied. I had to. There was only one time I ever told him about the dreams. I was nine and he told me it was just my imagination. "I'm gunna go back to my room now…" I turned and hurried back up the stairs, still thinking about the voice. Today, the voice told me I was missed and that he was looking for me. But who? Who could possibly be looking for me? Maybe I'm losing it. Maybe it's all just in my head. Maybe I'll never know.