Hello Everyone! I have actually had this first chapter written out since Season five, however I was young and my writing wasn't the best. Now that I have free time, I felt like I should upload it and see if it's worth a shot!

Now a little back round. This is set after Lucifer escapes from Hell and it has maybe eventually a pairing! *wink wink* I do not own anything Supernatural and only own my OC. Also, It is rated M just because there might be some major cure bombs and slight intimacy and I don't want to push the T limit. So it's more precaution.

Please leave a review and let me know your thoughts! Enjoy.

FULL SUMMARY/PROLOGUE

"God dammit. I thought I told you to be careful, Olivia!" His green eyes pierced me with anger, but behind that, there was concern. "Yeah, well, Guess I couldn't resist a fight now, Could I?" I chuckle as I clutch me leg. He quickly rips off a piece of his shirt and ties it around my upper thigh. Hoisting me up and putting my arm onto his shoulder, he grunts. "Come on, We should get out of here." I nod, looking around hoping to see where the other two went. "Don't worry, they should be outside by now." He reassures me. Just as we were about to finally leave we hear a voice. "And where do you think you're taking that?" Dean freezes and my breath gets caught in my throat. "SHE has a name,Zachariah." Dean snaps at him. Zachariah just chuckles and puts his fingers together in front of him. "Did you really think you could get rid of me?" He pauses and waits. All you can hear is our heavy breathing echoing throughout the room. "Funny." He raises a hand and just before he was about to do who knows what, I felt a surge of anger course through my body. And then, White flashed around the room, and that's all I could see. White, burning hot light.


Chapter One - Sweet Coincidence

Sweat is beading on my forehead and it's becoming extremely uncomfortable, but I know if I move to wipe my face I might make some sort of noise. My chest is aching from trying to keep my heavy breathing quiet, which means holding my breath every time I breathe in. I look down at my tank top. If it wasn't for it being black you would see that it was drenched with sweat and even blood. At this point I can't even tell if it's all my own or the multiple demons I managed to decapitate. My favorite belt and jeans are torn in the front, making the belt buckle hit my bare skin from the rip on my thigh as I readjust myself against the brick wall of the alley way.

Holding my breath, I hope the demon that has been following me didn't hear the heel of my ankle boots getting caught in the crack of the asphalt. I squeeze my eyes shut. Desperate to gasp for air from running ahead of the demon, my lungs burn as I let out a slow and long breath. I can hear the heavy footsteps come to a slow walk down the alley and a low growl from the possessed man.

"Come out, I know you're here." The deep bass voice echoed. I gulped and suppressed my eye roll. Yeah, I'm short at 5"4 for someone who just turned twenty-eight, but come on!

"I can smell you're blood… You know if you just gave in you would be healed up nicely…" He tried to reason. I moved my hand to my left side and put pressure and released. Looking down, my hand was already covered in blood. Okay, so I guess it's mostly my own blood then.

"Lucifer needs more followers, remember? If you turn yourself in I'm sure he will reward you." Ha. Like I want to be rewarded by the devil himself? No, thank you. "Oh come on, sweet cheeks. You know Lucifer wants you." This is the seventh demon today to mention something about Lucifer wanting me… I start to adjust the blade in my sweaty hand, hoping to get a tight grip. It wasn't the most…subtle blade. It looks like it should be a prop for some fancy renaissance cosplay with its chunky wrapped handle and wide and stout blade. I hear his footsteps…and they're close now. Like, maybe five feet away from the wall I am hiding behind kind of close.

I inhale swiftly and get into position to turn and chop, but just as I lift my arm I hear a gunshot. I wince at the unexpected loud noise.

"God dammit Sammy, How could you miss that?" I heard a loud voice echo. It was low and gruff and sounded sincerely pissed.

"Not now, Dean!" Another man retorted at the gruff sounding one. I look to my left and see the demon was right about to turn to me, but swiftly turned around to see where the gun shot came from. At that moment I swiftly swiveled out from behind the wall and with a great big extension of my arm, I sliced the head clean off before the demon, and this supposed Sammy and Dean, could get a word or shot in. Now that it's dead I begin panting and gasping for air. With each breath my lungs stop burning, but my side burns far worse from a previous stab with a different demon about a mile back. I groan at the blood that splattered at my boots.

"Oh, come on. I just got these…" I huff as I look up. At the end of the alley was two men, looking to be around my age. One was considerably taller with long hair and the other was shorter with hair that was tastefully disheveled. It was too dark and they were too far for me to make out their faces. The tall one still had his gun up, but it didn't look like it was supposed to be pointed at me but frozen in shock. The shorter one was frozen in a stance that in one hand he had a flask and the other was going to open said flask. There was about fifteen seconds of silence before I raised an eyebrow.

"Nice shot." I huffed as I dropped my blade and immediately clenched my side. They swiftly walked towards me, but kept their weapons close to them. When they finally got closer I could see them clearly. Their jackets look tattered and worn. You could see old stains on the sleeves and collars. They both wore jeans and heavy boots. The tall one had pointed and soft facial features with hazel eyes. The short one had a squarer jawline with bright green eyes that were narrowed at me. Before I knew it I was splashed in the face by the contents of the flask. I blinked a couple times and licked my lips. Salty water. Most certainly Holy water.

"Was that necessary? I just chopped the demons head off. You would think I wouldn't kill my own kind…" I huff as I put pressure on my side and wipe my face on my shoulder. The short man just glared.

"Just had to be sure." He said this with a non-humorous smile and then looked up to the taller guy and back at me. "Could you at least put down your gun? I'm not going to attack you." I said through my teeth as I pulled my tank top out of my stab wound. Hissing as it stuck back to my skin.

"Sorry. Uh, do you need help? We could, um, take you to the hospital?" The tall one seemed actually concerned by my pain. "Yeah, but I do have a few questions for you after you get some attention there." The short one pointed towards my left side. The way he spoke seemed stern. Aggressive and even impatient. I rolled my eyes. "Calm down there, cowboy. I just need a sewing kit and something to disinfect it." They nodded and told me they had stuff back where they were staying. After a couple side marks from the shorter one they led me to their car. They didn't make it subtle but they were watching me the whole way. As if I were going to strike them at any second. I stop at the car and before they got into the rather beautiful thing they saw me freeze. I took it all in. The black finish had this shine to it that even though it was past midnight, seemed like it was glowing. The wheels looked battered and used. Probably from extended trips. Peering at the Impala from front to back I see it's a '67. I sighed, someday I'll have a nice car. Some day. The short one raised both eyebrows at me, as if asking what my problem was. I chuckled. "Nice car." I mumbled as I ducked my head into the back seat. The two men got into the front, right after stowing away their belongings in the trunk and we were finally on the road. There was two minutes of awkward silence before I decided to break the ice.

"So, it would be nice to know who is who up there." I inquired with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh, Uh yeah. Sorry." The tall one chuckled to himself. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." He pointed with his thumb to the left of him. Dean just looked in the mirror at me.

"And you are?" Dean asked back. "Olivia." I Said. "So, Hunters?" Cutting to the chase I think I startled them a bit.

"Yeah, Yourself?" Sam didn't even look back as he asked questions. His eyes scanning the road even though he wasn't even the one driving. "I thought you'd never ask." I mumbled looking down at my shirt and sighing at the gash. "So what is Mr. Grumpy and Missed Shot doing here in Austin, Texas?" I chuckled. Dean glared at me again through the review mirror and I just tauntingly waved back at him with a scrunched nose and sarcastic smile. He rolled his eyes. Sam's jaw clenched and he huffed at his recent mistake. "Wasn't my fault." He mumbled as he looked out the passenger window. "Hunting of course. We were driving through and there seemed to be a lot of demons in the area. Figured we clean it up a bit." Dean's voice was firm, but for some reason, slightly comforting. "Yeah, I've been chasing that specific group for a while now. Got thirteen of them today." I looked out the window as we turned into a parking lot. I let out a laugh.

"Well, Boys. Looks like we are staying in the same motel." I patted their shoulders once before slinging out of the cars backseat.

Winchester POV

Dean looked over at Sam. "Great." Sarcasm basically dripped from the word. "Oh, come on Dean. She doesn't seem so bad. Maybe she could help us. She looks like she has some experience on her belt…well, on her ripped belt." Sam chuckled at the sight of Olivia's torn up clothing. Meanwhile, Dean's thoughts raced. He still wanted to make sure she was okay but also had questions. It's not often you find lone hunters anymore. She seemed pretty skilled. Thirteen demons by herself? Dean toyed with what Sam just told him. How could a lone hunter help their current problem? Lucifer is still trying to be in Sam's body and there isn't much to do about it. It's the god damn apocalypse. But, What the hell right? She could at least have information on what has been happening around town. The boys look at Olivia standing in front of the car waiting for them to get out. Her Auburn hair was roughed up and stained with blood and her brown eyes were shining golden from the cars headlights. Olivia raised her brow at them. Dean huffed and shut off the engine. "Do you have your own medical supplies?" Dean asked as he got out of the car. Olivia shook her head. "It got stolen. It WAS in my purse but it got left behind." Her eyes looked almost sad as huffed, "Nice purse, too."

"Alright, Uh…Why don't you go grab a change of clothes and then we will stitch you up at least." Sam's gestured towards the rips throughout her outfit. She has been bleeding for who knows how long now. Olivia nodded and bent over to reach into her boot and pulled her room key from inside her shoe. She stood up. "What…Lady pockets aren't big enough." She walked towards the line of doors and opened door number 9. Dean groaned and turned towards his brother. "She's even NEXT to us?" Dean was bewildered by the coincidence of the occurrence. Sam chuckled and opened their room, number 8. Dean looked over to his right as Olivia opened her door. He couldn't help but stare at her. She had a scare on her shoulder that was pretty prominent. Her petite frame was curvy. She wasn't super thin but she wasn't anywhere near overweight either. He stopped at the gash in her jeans exposing her bare upper thigh. She felt him staring so she looked up, smirked and walked in closing the door behind her. Dean shook his head as walked into their room.