Whee, finally I'm writing Supernatural - about damn time. So, this will be a long fic - be warned. :D I appreciate ALL feedback, so please be so kind as to write a review.

Jackie sat on a bench, sun on her face, wind in her hair, looking absofuckinglutely gorgeous.

Showing off her long, tanned, legs in a miniskirt, the fountain of her red curls cascading down her back and shoulders, she was very much aware of the attention she was getting from the high school guys passing by.

It was to be expected. After all, Jackie had given up trying to blend in, a long time ago. Blending in was boring. Trying to be like everyone else - boring. Being normal - boring.

Just for the looks of it, she had a chemistry textbook on her lap, though - even if she hardly needed to study. Not blending in was fine - too much attention could get a girl killed, and hanging around at the high school yard just for the fun of it, would no doubt be suspicious.

Thus, the book.

Jackie gave a sigh, and stretched her arms, slightly anxious.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sitting in the sun. She did - actually, there weren't many things she enjoyed more. But she mainly enjoyed sitting in the sun by a pool in a hot bikini, sipping a drink that had a little umbrella in it. Sitting at the yard of a crappy high school, in a city no one's ever heard of, pretending to be a student, was another case entirely.

But a girls gotta work. Pools and drinks and bikinis didn't come for free.

Though sometimes she wondered if there were better ways to earn, than this.

Just as her thoughts were getting distracted, the school bell rang, and Jackie tensed. That was her mark. She closed the book and stuffed it into her bag, ready to get up of the bench - all the while observing the teenagers that began to pour out of the school.

It didn't take long until she noticed a girl walking down the steps.

She looked just like the rest of them, perfectly blending in. Brown hair, jeans and a T-shirt, a bag over her shoulder. Nothing worth noticing. And yet, Jackie knew she was nothing like the rest of them.

She was a demon.

With a swift movement Jackie got up, and started after the girl.

It was surprisingly hard - a couple of hundred of teenagers swarming out of the building, blocking her view, and she was the one swimming upstream. She managed her way through the crowd, finally, and spotted her target. The girl was heading out of the yard, down the street, her brown straight hair falling down, partially hiding her face.

Trying to blend in. Trying to hide. Like she knew someone was on her tail.

But there was no hiding from Jackie. After weeks of trailing, she had finally found her target. Gripping her bag tighter, Jackie started running.

Sure, this wasn't the ideal place. She'd have to find a way to get her off this crowd, maybe to the alley nearby, and then she could-

"Fuck!" she shrieked, bumping straight into someone.

She fell down, her bag flew to the pavement, a book hit her head - not hers, but someone else's and it was snowing sheets of paper.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-!"

"What, are you an idiot?! Jesus!"

"Hey, are you okay? You hurt?" A concerned voice asked, a guy's voice.

Jackie, brushed the papers off her, and was on her feet before the boy could offer her a helping hand. Quickly she glanced around. The girl with brown hair was nowhere to be seen. All she could see now were all these regular teenagers walking past, ogling her with wide eyes, some suppressing a laughter.

Fuck - she's gone! Goddamnit!

Jackie could taste the sour disappointment, the steel of rage.

"This is fucking your fault!" she pointed a finger at the guy. "You ran straight into me, and now-"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you okay?"

But Jackie didn't care to listen. She took a few running steps down the street, but then stopped. Shit, she didn't even know which direction the girl had taken. There was a crossroad, too many possible paths, too many people everywhere and the one she needed to find had slipped through her fingers.

Once again.

Besides, the machete was in her bag, she realized. No point in fighting a demon without weapons. It would be awfully messy.

With a resign sigh she turned back and walked to the boy, who had picked up her bag and offered it to her - an apologetic gesture.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No thanks to you, though."

The demon girl was gone, and with her Jackie's paycheck. She'd have to start all over again. Trying to swallow the bitterness on her lips, she took her bag from the boy, and for the first time really looked at him.

He was tall, like really tall. Easily two heads taller than Jackie. His wavy, brown hair fell to his forehead, making him look somewhat geeky - despite his athletic built, his broad shoulders. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, he looked like any other high school kid, but something about him caught Jackie's eye.

He was kinda cute, which immediately annoyed her.

As did the fact, that she loved tall guys.

To get something else to think about, Jackie bent down to pick up the book that was still on the ground - the heavy, leather covered book that had hit her head just moments ago.

"The encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology." She murmured. "I wonder-"

"Sorry, that's mine! I just-"

Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Curious reading."

The boy blushed, the awkward sideways glance told Jackie that he was about to lie.

"It's for a school project."

"Bullshit." she passed the book to the boy. "Like they teach demonology in high school."

The boy made an embarrassed smile, ran his hand through the thick mane of his hazelnut hair.

"Okay, caught me." he said. "It's not for school, more like a hobby, I guess."

"Demons as a hobby? Well, not that I'm not intrigued." she replied. "But you're kinda freaking me out."

"Yeah, sorry. And sorry for bumping into you, I really didn't mean to. Are you sure you're not hurt?"

Oh, sweetie, it takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Jackie thought, but out loud she simply said: "Ah, no worries. I'm fine. Just missed my appointment."

"You were going to meet someone?"

"Yeah. Just this girl. You wouldn't happen to know her? Her name is Chrissy Ainsworth. Brown hair, pretty-"

"Oh, yeah, I know her. She's in my class."

"Really?" Jackie flashed out a delighted grin. "You have her number? Or do you know where she lives?"

"Umm, no… But I can ask tomorrow. Why do you want to reach her anyways?"

Jackie shrugged. "She's an old friend. Went to school together, a long time ago. I just heard she lives here and thought to check if this was her school. It would be nice to catch up."

"Oh, okay." he smiled, a wide, trusting and super innocent smile that went straight to Jackie's stomach.

Jesus that boy is cute when he smiles!

Jackie resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her own thoughts.

And, it's time to stop checking out high school geeks. That's so not what you're here for.

"Any name I could give her?" the boy asked. "To Chrissy?"

"Liz." she replied. Damn, if there wasn't some Liz that had gone to school with that girl! To Jackie's experience 50% of the women in the world were called Liz.

"And your name would be…?"

"I'm Sam." he smiled, again. "I haven't seen you around before. You new around here?"

"Yeah. Moved here a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh? Which school do you go to?"

"I don't. " she shrugged.

"You don't go to school? Are you like, home schooled or…?"

"You know, curiosity killed the cat." Jackie stated, but gave a smile that she knew had a capability to make guys speechless, and it worked this time as well. She dug out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag. "Any chance I could have your phone number? So that I could, like call you, if you talk to Chrissy?"

"Yeah, sure!" the boy blushed. "I'll write it down for you."

Jackie watched as Sam wrote his number on a piece of paper, and he truly was nice to look at. Easy on the eye. Jackie appreciated the sight of his muscular arms, his long, slender fingers, his broad shoulders. She briefly wondered how old he was. Probably around eighteen, nineteen, she gathered. He had a manly look on him, though, even if he was just a teenager. Like he was somehow older than his years, which was always intriguing.

And of course - the book about demons and demonology. A curious reading choice for a guy who went to school with a demon girl. Jackie had to wonder if it was just a coincidence, or if it was something more.

A thing she would no doubt find out later - based on the smile Sam gave her, when she picked the piece of paper from his fingers. Jackie had seen enough teenage boys to know when someone was was falling for her. This guy would probably do her work for her, tracing down Chrissy the Demon Girl, finding out where she lived, and then give all that information to Jackie for free.

That thought made her grin.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing she'd bumped into this guy after all.

"Thanks." she said, stuffing the paper to her pocket. "I'll call you, Sam."

"Okay." he smiled. "Nice to meet you too, Liz!"

But Jackie was already walking away.

It sure was a nice and sunny day, and her hotel had such a perfect swimming pool, with a bar. The knew bikini she had purchased this morning was still in her bag - with a machete, a chemistry textbook, a bunch of fake ID's, and a couple of different guns. If she wasn't going to use the weapons today, she might as well use the bikini.

After all, it was such a nice day.