Chapter 1

Dean ran as quickly as he could; he had no idea where to go or where Sam was. He just ran for his life, away from the fire and the claws of the dying monster. He rounded a corner, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his side near his left hip. The creature had caught him a blow before Sam had got to it with a knife from behind.

His sprint slowed slightly, he staggered a little as he made his way up to a fence of a house which looked empty. There were no cars, only a motorbike leaning against a wall. Dean thought vaguely that it looked cool but was distracted by the pain. He tried the door which was locked.

Something made him look up and he saw a balcony with a door which was ajar. Obviously whatever idiot who lived there had gone out and left it open.

He swung himself up onto the balcony, the cut in his side opening up as he did so. He groaned with pain, leaning against the door, forgetting it was open he fell into the room.

The room belonged to Stella Travers. She had been asleep but woke up when she heard a noise outside.

Dean pulled himself onto his hands. He looked up slowly and saw a girl sitting up in her bed, holding a golden blade which was pointing straight at him. His green eyes widened.

"Hi." He said, trying not to sound too flirtatious so he wouldn't scare her even more. She didn't look particularly scared though, more determined. "I'm sorry about this..."

Next thing he knew the girl was standing over him, still pointing the golden blade at his chest. How did she get that? It looked like something he would have in the back of the car.

"Get out of my house, you pervert." She said furiously.

"Okay, okay." Dean tried to stand up but fell forward towards the girl.

She punched him hard on the jaw and he almost flew backwards onto a pile of clothes beside a laundry basket.

Sam appeared at the girl's door. He looked around at Dean lying unconscious on the floor, his clothes singed off and torn so he was basically naked apart from his necklace, and a girl with long golden hair with a knife in her hand.

"What the-" He began but the girl kicked him in the chest and he fell backwards like a tree.

Waking up wearing lack of clothes was not something Dean was unfamiliar with but it still came as a shock to him when he came to. Sam was lying a bit away from him and was also waking up. He felt relieved that he wasn't completely alone.

Dean looked around him and saw with some surprise a pretty girl with blonde hair hanging down to her chest, sitting on the end of her metal bed, one hand resting wearily on her head.

"Sam!" Dean hissed at his younger brother.

"What?" He groaned quietly, sitting up slowly.

Dean jerked his head towards the girl and saw Sam jump backwards in surprise.

Dean grabbed a shirt from the pile of clothes he was lying on and covered himself up as best he could.

"Sam... Sam Winchester?" the girl said suddenly, making the two men jump.

"Uh, yeah." Sam said, looking at Dean curiously. Dean shrugged.

"And... you're Dean?" She said, turning to him so that he could see her face properly.

"Yeah." He said, confused.

The girl stood up, allowing both men to see her properly. "I can't believe I didn't recognise you guys."

"Oh, no. Not Stella..." Dean said.

"I'm afraid so." She said, grinning.

Sam looked at Dean, still confused. "Who?"

"She's one of Dad's friend's daughters." Dean sighed.

"And how do you know her?"

Dean lowered his head, staring at his bare feet. "I had a crush on her..."

Sam suddenly had a vision of a 16 year old Stella, leaning across the trunk of the Impala in the garage of their old house and pulling out a shotgun filled with rock salt. She aimed it at Dean and pretended to fire it. Dean grinned, and grabbed it from her, making her laugh. Their hands touched on the metal of the bonnet but Sam was pulled away by his father to the kitchen, leaving Stella and Dean alone.

"Oh." was all Sam could manage.

There was a pause in which Dean and Stella avoided each other's gaze.

"Uh, what happened to your clothes?" Stella asked Dean.

"They, uh, burned." he said, not looking her in the eye.

"Right... Well I'll see if my friend-" she put emphasis on the last word, making it clear what sort of relationship she had with that person. "Left behind any clothes from the other night."

"Thanks." He said, still looking away.

Stella left the room and returned a couple of minutes later with a shirt and jeans.

Dean tried them on but the jeans were too small. The shirt fit but it was a bit tight on him. He found himself being strangely embarrassed.

"We'll buy you something." Stella said tactfully. "Right, Sammy?"

Sam jumped, "Oh, um yes."

Dean smirked. He was starting to see why he'd fancied this girl so much when he was a teenager.

She turned to him, bending down a little, "You can stay here while we go and buy you some clothes." Dean opened his mouth to protest but Stella interrupted him. "Unless, of course, you want to walk around town half naked."

Dean scowled and lowered his gaze. For such a hot girl, she could be pretty damn snarky, he thought.

Stella smirked and straightened up, spinning round to Sam and taking him by the arm. "See you later!" She called. Sam looked slightly scared.

"So... Stella." Sam said when they had walked back to her house.

"Yeah?" She said, looking away from Dean to him.

"Tell me about yourself, how's your life?"

"You're going to have to be more specific." she said, the corner of her pink glossed mouth twitching.

"Hobbies?" Sam suggested mildly.

"Long drives, flirting and the occasional hunt for demons, spirits etc. You guys always get the good ones before me. Like the other day, I heard about that mental asylum, it took me a while to get there 'cause I had to take my old car in for repairs. It had a dent on the front for... some reason." She glanced suggestively at Dean before continuing. "So by the time I got there, by hitching rides with creepy guys who were all hands, there was nothing there. Only spirits who didn't mean any harm."

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"So... you hunt, too?" Dean said after a minute.

"Yep." Stella said carelessly, stretching her slim legs. "My dad taught me how. You guys think you're the only family who knows how to hunt? There's a lot of stuff out there, boys. You can't handle it all on your own."

Sam cursed inwardly. Of course she knew. How else would she have been able to get that golden blade, tipped with silver, perfect for killing demons? And handled that shotgun, ten years ago with Dean?

Dean himself took to walking around the living room they were in, taking an occasional slug from the beer can Stella had given him. He looked over her, hair sweeping down her back, it looked so soft Dean ached to run his fingers through it. Her curvy figure, so perfect. She was wearing a tight baby blue t-shirt, which was slightly too short and rode up to reveal a pierced navel. Blue denim jeans hung low around her hips, the waistband of pink underwear just visible, the jeans were a darker shade of her bright blue eyes, outlined with black liner. When she tucked her golden hair behind her ears, Dean saw a black metal spike through the lobe of one of them and several small silver rings along the edge of her ear. The other was the same, except a small star shaped earring hung from it instead of a spike. Stella's frequent comments and sultry glances towards Dean confirmed the knowledge that she was as into him as he was to her and he couldn't wait to get her alone so they could get to know each other again.

"But, as you guys know, hunting doesn't exactly bring in much money so I have to work sometimes to get enough to get by." Stella said, interrupting Dean's fantasies.

"Oh, right. What do you do?" Sam asked, relieved that they seemed to be finally having a normal conversation.

Stella hesitated, chuckling. A small sheepish grin spread across her face. "I do the occasional strip tease." She said after a long pause.

Dean choked on the beer he was drinking. He could not believe his luck.

"What?!" He spluttered.

"You heard." Stella said, sitting down with a sigh. "And I'm not exactly proud of it either."

"What a shame." Dean said, coughing.

Sam was in shock. He tried not to look at Stella, feeling too embarrassed.

When Dean has recovered from this news, he walked around until he got to a picture of a little girl and a slightly younger Stella and a man he vaguely recognised as her father.

"Who's this kid?" Dean asked gruffly. "It's not mine, is it?" A ball of panic rose in his chest.

"No." Stella sounded dazed. "That's my sister. It couldn't be yours could it? We didn't, did we?"

Dean lowered his voice, glancing at her, "Uh, yeah. We did."

"I don't remember."

Dean felt offended, stepping back from the picture a little.

"She died. Killed by the same thing that got your mom. And your girlfriend. Heard about that one on the news, guessed it might be the same thing." She glanced at Sam. "I know how you feel..."

Sam nodded, looking over at the picture sympathetically.

"She was just a kid... I saw her..." Stella's voice and hand shook as she pointed to the ceiling.

"I know. It's horrible. I'm so sorry." Sam said soothingly.

Stella sighed deeply and rested her head in her hands.

Dean felt slightly separate from the group, standing beside the picture in the corner of the room.

"I need a beer." Stella said suddenly and jumped up, hurrying to the kitchen.

Dean looked at Sam. "Dude..." He began.

Sam shushed him as Stella came back into the room and threw herself down across the sofa, cracking open a can. She sat, downing it with commendable speed.

Dean's phone bleeped suddenly. He pulled it out of his pocket and then looked up at Sam.

"It's Dad again. Coordinates for another case."

"Right." Sam said, standing up and reaching for his jacket.

"Wait. He's not with you?" Stella said, getting to her feet also.

"Uh, no. He's away." Sam said, pulling on his jacket.

"He's looking for the thing that killed our mom." said Dean. "And, your sister." He added.

"Then let me come. I've got my own weapons, I'll be no trouble."

"I don't know..." Sam said, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably.

"Or you could leave me here to drink myself to death." She narrowed her brilliant blue eyes at them both.

Sam sighed. "Alright you can come."

"Great! I'll go grab my stuff." She went running off like an excited school girl.

Dean thought for a second before taking out the keys to the Impala and throwing them to Sam. "You can drive. I'll sit in the back with her."

Sam groaned, "Don't just make out the whole time, please."

"We won't be able to help ourselves, man. This is my chance with her, if you ruin it I swear

I'll..." He trailed off, hoping to sound threatening but in reality he couldn't think of anything.

Hey so this is my first Supernatural fic, I hoped you liked it! I've only watched half of season 1 cuz I don't have the channel it's on on my tv so I have get the dvds and they're hardly ever in the shops near where I live. So please no spoilers! Obviously Cas won't be in this because I haven't watched that far yet but Bobby will appear as soon as he appears in the episodes I'm watching atm. So please review and be nice! Correct any mistakes I made and if I got Sam and Dean right as character and what you think of my oc :)

Okay cya

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