Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or story lines from the tv show Supernatural. The only character that I've invented is Evelyn Grey. :)

Author's Note: It's been a while since I first posted this story. I've re-worked some of it so I hope you like it. This is still my first fanfiction that has been posted so please be kind but in saying that I welcome reviews :) thanks

Chapter One : The Beginning Part 1

The women gave a small smirk as she stepped closer to him. Dean Winchester held his gaze as the barrel of the gun lightly grazed her forehead.

'You think you're gonna kill me with that?' She threw her head back and laughed.

'Shut up bitch!' She then leaned a little closer, letting the barrel of the gun push harder against her forehead. Suddenly she recoiled back in pain and let out a blood curdling screech. Dean took the opportunity to kick her hard in the stomach so she doubled over and stumbled.

'Thought you might need a hand.' Bobby had dumped a bucket of holy water on the demon, which had fallen into their devil's trap. Bobby grabbed a small book off the table and held a rosary up to the demon. He began to chant from the text as the demon got to her feet.

'If you send me to hell, you know I'll get out someday. You'll be the first to go!' she yelled trying to see a way out of the devil's trap. She could feel the words taking affect. She began to shudder and twitch as the demon was being forced to leave its human vessel.

'I'll be seeing you Dean!' she shrieked. Her head was thrown back and a rush of black mist escaped from her mouth and dissipated as it hit the centre of the devil's trap. Her body slumped to the floor with a thud as she slipped into oblivion.

Bobby and Dean rushed to her side and Bobby checked her pulse.

'She's alive, barely. Help me get her up.' Bobby and Dean lifted her up and placed her on the nearby couch.

'Should we call an ambulance?' Dean asked pulling out his cell phone as he looked down at her. Her face was a little cut up and bruised and there was a deep laceration near her right shoulder.

'I'll just patch up some of her wounds. Possession takes a lot out of a person; she's probably just in shock.' Dean went to his backpack to check for bandages. He pulled out a small first aid kit and handed it to Bobby. 'We'll just clean and dress the wounds and when she wakes up we can take her to a hospital.' He peeled back her flannel shirt to reveal the wound as she was wearing a tank top underneath, 'I need some alcohol to clean the wound.' Bobby put out his hand and Dean handed him a large bottle of whiskey. She stirred as he poured some liquid over the gash. Bobby carefully dressed the wound and ushered to Dean. 'Just lay her down in the other room for now.'

It was getting late in the afternoon and she slowly opened her eyes. It took a couple of minutes for her eyes to adjust to fading light. She was lying on a mattress in a small room in a place she didn't recognise. A dull pain itched on her arm and she noticed that her clothes were blood stained and she smelled like alcohol. She ran her fingers through her hair as she realised she couldn't remember; anything. She sat up quickly, looking around for an attacker but she was alone. She struggled to jog her memory and wondered if she had fallen and hit her head. She searched the pockets of the flannel shirt that she wearing and found an unopened packet of cigarettes, a lighter, a piece of paper with an address and a few hundred dollar bills. As her senses slowly adjusted voices could now be heard from outside the room. Her heart was racing as she franticly searched for a way out of the room away from the voices. She quickly unlatched the window and slowing forced it open and climbed out. Once outside she realised she was in a remote cabin like house which was surrounded by bushland.

She snuck around the side and peaked through a window. She saw two men; one of them was seated at the kitchen table whilst the other was packing a duffle bag. Her eyes darted around looking for an escape as her heart raced even faster. She carelessly ran forward towards to bushland but as she did, she felt large claws bite into her right ankle and she dropped to the ground in agony. A small scream escaped her lips and she knew that the men probably heard her. In a frenzy she grabbed at the trap, trying to free herself. She could now hear the men inside searching for her and she grabbed a nearby branch and used it to pry the trap open just enough to pull her foot free. Her ankle was bleeding profusely and the pain of the wound was blinding but she got to her feet and ran for the trees. She could hear running behind her and she turned just enough to see one of the men in pursuit and he was yelling for her to stop but she pressed on. Eventually the pain of her wound overwhelmed her and she stumbled. Her assailant caught up with her, 'Get the fuck away from me!' she screamed swinging the branch at him. He fell backwards as the branch collided with his face. She was surprised at the force she exerted as she turned to flee but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the ground.

'I'm not going to hurt you. Just calm down.' He said clutching his face. She struggled relentlessly against his grip but his hold was strong. 'Just let me go...please.' she begged as her body was overwhelmed with the pain of her wound and the fear that froze her body.

'I said I'm not gonna hurt you. Come on.' As she struggling she noticed a knife attached to his boot and she swiftly grabbed it in her panic. Her attacker quickly released his grip but didn't back away.

'Whoa there,' he said raising his hands in front of him, 'you don't need to do that. We just wanna help you.' She waved the knife franticly as she pulled herself to her feet.

'Just let me leave. That's all.' He nodded as she slowly backed away this time towards the driveway. As she limped further away he called out to her,

'I want my knife back!' he let out a sigh before muttering, 'Son of a bitch...'

TBC.