A/N: So, this is my very first ever fan-fic, and I hope you people like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, Sam, or Supernatural. (Sadly) I do own Hope and Sierra Cohen and the plot.

Ok! Let's get started.

Chapter 1 - Help

"Yo, Sam-ay!" Dean called from his spot on the couch, "Go get me some pie!"

Sam rolled his eyes, his hands pausing over the keys on his laptop, "If you want pie, you can get up off your ass and get it yourself."

Dean groaned and rocked forward, standing and turning off the TV. "You suck."

Sam smirked, "I know" Dean opened his mouth to reply, but a knock interrupted his sentence, silencing their bickering. The brothers' ever present paranoia kicked in, Sam pulling Ruby's knife from beside his laptop, and Dean bringing a gun from his waistband. Sidling up carefully beside the motel room door, Dean cracked it open, revealing a dark-haired girl with bright blue eyes, wide open with surprise. She wore a wrinkled black T-shirt, dark straight-leg jeans, and a blue backpack hung from her shoulder.

"Er- Are you Dean Winchester? Or- or Sam?" She stammered, shuffling uncomfortably in his calculating stare.

"Who's asking?" He grunted.

The girl looked ever so slightly hopeful. "My name is Hope. Hope Cohen. Can I come in?"

Dean narrowed his gaze, and jerked his head inside, moving out of the way. Hope skirted around him, keeping her back to the wall. Noticing the knife clutched in Sam's hand, she sighed and brought her hand around her back.

"Woah! Stop." Dean started, taking a hurried step toward the girl. She jumped out of his reach, bringing her hands up, a large knife with a pentagram in the hilt clutched in her right.

"Here," she muttered, holding out the knife to Dean, hilt first. Dean carefully took the knife, handing it to Sam to inspect.

"You're a little young to be a hunter, aren't you?" Sam asked, carefully scraping his nail across the pentagram. Hope sighed, leaning against the wall. The young Winchester looked up from the knife. "How old are you?"

Hope sighed again, rubbing a hand across her face tiredly. "I'll be fifteen next month."

Pacing restlessly, Dean stopped in front of her, "So…. Why are you here?"

Hope crossed the room and sat on the edge of the small sofa, her head clutched in between her hands. "You guys knew my mother. Sierra."

At this, Sam looked up again, "Your mother is Sierra Cohen? She is a great hunter."

"Was. My mother was Sierra Cohen. That's why I'm here. She was murdered last week. And in all the time since then, I've been doing all I can do to find you two."

Looking carefully sympathetic, if a bit angry, Dean came and sat on the coffee table in front of the exhausted teenager. "How about you tell us the whole story?"

Hope dumped her dinner plate into the sink when she noticed the first neighbor. He was just standing in the middle of the lawn. Settling the chills that erupted across the back of her neck, Hope jerked the window shades shut and finished up her chores. Her mother was in the basement. Hope was never allowed into the basement. Sighing heavily, she dragged the heavy garbage bag out the front door, starting down the stairs when she noticed the nerve-wrecking group gathering outside her house. Abandoning the garbage bag, she raced back inside, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Hey, Mom! Get up here," Hope yelled, pounding on the locked door.

"What is it, Love?" She heard her mother's dreamy reply float up the stairs.

"It's the neighbors! They- they're just standing out there!"

It was silent for a long time before the basement door opened suddenly. "What do you mean?" Her mother asked breathlessly, coming up and locking the door behind her with a key from around her neck.

"Just c'mere! It's really weird." Hope led her mother to the window, edging the blinds up ever so slightly and screaming when a jet-black eye stared back at her from just outside the window. Jerking her daughter away from the window, Sierra Cohen grabbed two large bottles of water from the back of the fridge and a can of spray paint from a random drawer.

"Any one of them comes through that door before I'm finished, you throw this water on them, alright?" without waiting for her daughter's answer, the panicked woman set about spraying a complex-looking design into the carpet. As she was shaking the can, the first neighbor burst through the front door, causing Hope to scream again. Ignoring the terrified girl, the black-eyed man made a bee-line for her mother. Sierra jumped up and unlocked the basement door, tearing off the key from around her neck and tossing it down the stairs. "When this is over, you have to find the Winchesters!" at that, the lovely woman pushed her daughter down the stairs and slammed the door.

Brushing tears from her cheeks, Hope shuddered, "After that, all I heard were screams. I wanted to go back up, but I couldn't find the key after she threw it. I found…." Hope shuddered again, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, "I found a box. With a red sticky note attached to it. It said: For Hope."

It had been quiet for almost an hour. Hope picked up the box with the note scrawled in her mother's handwriting. Lifting the lid, she found a knife, a bottle of water, and a necklace with a single bead on it. Removing them each one by one, Hope uncovers a letter. Opening the yellow envelope, she began to read:

My Dearest Hope,

I'm so sorry that you're reading this. Because that means I'm gone. Given my way, you would never have to know about this world in which I live, for it is a world of monsters and fear. When you were five, you feared the monsters under the bed. I told you monsters aren't real. Sweetie, I lied. I wanted to shield you from the supernatural horrors that plague the world. Take the items from this box and run. Keep the bead on at all times. NEVER take it off. It will protect you in a way I was unable to. The bottle is filled with Holy Water. Don't drink it. The knife is one of the only things that you can use to protect yourself against this world. I love you, my sweet Hope. One last thing, find the Winchesters. They will be able to help you. They will be able to tell you more. They can kind of be difficult to locate, so if you're unable, find Bobby Singer.

Love you more than life, Mummy.

Hope sighed, pulling the beaded necklace out from under her shirt. "The water's all gone. I was attacked on my way here."

"Listen, kid, I'm really sorry about your mom, but what is it you want us to do?" Dean asked.

Hope looked up from her lap and regarded him darkly. "I want your help killing the bastard that killed my mother. Since you two are kind of celebrities in the hunting world, I figured you could help."

Sam looked at Dean with his puppy-dog eyes, making Dean groan, "can we at least get pie on the way?"

Alright, so it's pretty short, but oh well. Chapter two will probably be longer. ;) Please review! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. 3