Authors Note

Welcome to the Supernatural section of my FanFiction! These stories follow the show fairly closely with the addition of my own original character, Aleksandria Petrova, flame to Dean Winchester and best friend to Sam Winchester. Aleksandria has her own dark past. Stick around to find out what Aleksandria is hiding and if she'll ever come to terms with her feelings for Dean.

Leave a review and let me know how I'm doing! The stories follow the same order as the show so for convenience I've placed season and episode indicators before each episode title if anyone is interested in following Aleksandria's story in chronological order.

Season 1 Episode 11
Burkitsville, Indiana –

The 1980 AC/DC hit barely drowned out the roar of the 1976 LE Trans Am as it raced down the interstate towards the little, not-so-sleepy town of Burkitsville, Indiana. If there was something to be said about her taste in music it was that rock'n'roll wasn't noise pollution and it was never going to die. Aleksandria crooned to the music at the top of her lungs as her long, dark, brown hair whipped at her olive-skinned face from the wind of the open windows as she danced in her seat. There was nothing but open country road surrounded by towering trees and dark shadows lurking behind the shrubs that lined the forest line; Aleksandria was taking full advantage of sheer nothingness. She had not seen a cop for the past hundred miles so with a lead foot on the gas and a tight grip on the wheel, Aleksandria was able to make some damn good time. The Burkitsville welcome sign passed by her in a blur as she sped along the highway into the tiny village known for its extraordinary apples…well, that and its systematic killings of one male and one female over the past four years, but that had yet to be legally proven. Aleksandria erroneously presumed that some amateur hunter would have taken care of the issue by now considering how many of them existed, but then again you could never trust an inadequate hunter to handle a small town with a god complex. It was beneath her to say the least, but human lives still needed saving and it seemed as if no one else was interested in saving them.

Working double time on the seduction line, she was one of a kind she's just mine all mine….the song cut off as she pulled into the nearest gas station with a diner duo, the locals who were close enough staring at her as if she has just interrupted a sacred church service with satanic music and incantations. Kind of hilarious considering the fact that there was no doubt in her mind that each and every one of them was a murderer or an accomplice to murder. Not the first time she made this kind of impression, but she was never in one place long enough to leave a lasting impression. If there was one thing she learned in all her years on earth, it was that she should never get attached. Dressed in high wasted jeans, her black long sleeve shirt tucked into her waistband, a black leather jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders, and a matching pair of laced up combat boots, Aleksandria climbed out of drivers seat and strolled towards the diner entrance, but not before she snapped at the mechanic that was heading towards her baby with a gas can. "Ah! Hands off the bird grease monkey," she said staunchley; "no one touches her."

"I was just going to fill her up ma'am," he replied tentatively.

"If I need gas, I'll fill her up myself. Understood?" she questioned.

"Honestly, it's no trouble…" he persisted.

"Maybe you're not hearing me," she sighed in annoyance. "No one touches the bird," she reiterated, speaking deliberately with an extra emphasis on every word. Aleksandria rolled her eyes as she turned her back to the mechanic and continued towards the diner entrance. All eyes were on her, but there was only one set that really snagged her attention; they were hazel and accompanied by a tall, handsome man wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Just by looking at him you could tell he was up to no good and that he was never up to any good.

"Dear sweet baby Jesus," muttered the bystander leaning against a 1960's black Chevy Impala. Aleksandria winked at him flirtatiously as she pulled open the diner door and stepped inside. It was quiet on the inside, a lone couple sitting in the center of the diner excitedly discussing whatever plans they had for the day ahead whilst eating some of the towns' famous apple pies; Alex was just in time to reroute their little road trip, avoiding any bad directions the townspeople had doubtlessly given them. Burkitsville was virtually invisible on a road map or atlas, but when it came to disappearances, the town threw up a red flag. Six disappearances in the last three years, all of them couples and all of them never heard from again. Quite the accomplishment for such a placid place, but then again it was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for.

"Can I help you miss?"A wrinkled old man and woman, whom Aleksandria could only assume to be his wife, were staring at her with the most unconvincing innocent looks on their faces.

"Yes I'm searching for a few close friends of mine; the last time they called to check in on their honeymoon road trip was from around this area. I haven't heard from them in a long time so I just wanted to make sure they are okay." She held up a picture of the young couple, the most distinguishing feature being the tattoo sleeve on the husbands arm. "Would you happen to recognize either them?" she smiled charmingly.

"Well you see, we don't get very many visitors in this area. I"m sorry ma'am, I don't believe we know them." They could have passed for a pair of hired professionals; the lack of remorse paired with not even a flicker of guilt in their eyes told Aleksandria all she needed to know. If they were innocent there would be sympathy in their eyes and if this was their first time there would be guilt or pleading, but there was nothing. Not a single emotion running through the lines in their face which usually meant their hearts were hardened to the numerous murders that they had committed. It was either that or they truly believed it was for the good of their town and that they were sacrificing the few for the many.

"Hm…interesting," she breathed. "I guess I will just settle for a hot coffee and one of those delicious apple pies." With a nod of his head, the man slated for the kitchen with his wife fast on his heels a little more quickly than they should have. She wondered if they had seen that particular picture before? Aleksandria slid into the booth nearest to the couple who already seemed uncomfortable with her presence; good. She didn't need them to like her she needed them to believe her. "So, you guys locals or just passing through?" she directed at the couple.

"Um…just passing through," replied the husband.

"Yeah we were just stopping for some gas when the mechanic saved our life. Said there was a leak in our brake line, offered to fix it for us on the house. Isn't that amazing?"

Aleksandria narrowed her eyes skeptically; if she had learned anything in all her years in this world it was that humans never did anything nice without some sort of self-interest behind it. It was just human nature. "He offered to fix it for free?" She smirked. "You don't think that's just a little weird?"

"I think it's heroic," replied the woman, barely allowing Aleksandria to finish her statement. Clearly she had it in her head that mankind still had some good to be found within itself; such a blissful ignorance.

"Yes because a little town like this doesn't really need money to sustain itself," she replied sarcastically. "I'm guessing you're heading out of town once you finish up your meal?"

"We would like to eat in peace if you don't mind…."

Aleksandria chuckled and stared down at her lap. For a few moments she sat there in silence contemplating exactly how she was going to approach this. Then she cleared her throat. "Let's try this again," she sighed; she got up, walked over to their table, grabbed a chair and spun it one hundred and eighty degrees around and slammed a badge on the table that read Federal Bureau of Investigation. "When are you leaving town?" Instantly the mood changed. It was a lot more serious, most people automatically assumed that they had done something wrong the moment the badge came out.

"Are we in some kind of trouble?" the man asked confused.

"Trouble?" Aleksandria looked around her to make sure none of the townspeople were within earshot. It was a bit suspicious that neither owner of the diner had come back with her hot tea and apple pie; no doubt they were calling for backup. Great…that meant time was limited. The only other person nearby was the Impala owner who was still sitting quietly in his booth clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. It didn't matter; he was an outsider, maybe even a hunter. Of course it would be the one time Aleksandria delved outside of her normal hunting grounds that another hunter would show up….typical. "No, not trouble…but I do think that you are in danger so I need to you listen to me very carefully." Alex leaned in, the couple following in her lead, and spoke in a low whisper. "Look, I've been investigating a string of unsolved disappearances directly related to a specific stretch of highway and I think that this town and these people have something to do with them. Now I need you to tell me exactly what happened from the moment you arrived." The woman nodded in agreement and took a quick look around the place before filling Aleksandria in on the details.

"Um well, we stopped for gas and then the mechanic noticed that we were leaking a fluid, brake fluid, you know? And then he offered to fix it for us at no cost."

"Did they tell you anything else or say anything else?" Aleksandria asked.

"Yeah, they showed us a shortcut through the apple orchid, said it would take about half an hour off our trip," said the husband.

"Of course they did," she muttered. "Look, don't panic. I have an agent standing by at the west end of town if you run into any trouble. When they finish with your vehicle, drive west and don't stop for anything even the police; especially the Sheriff…for all we know he has been compromised too." Aleksandria shifted in her seat, she could see that the locals were getting restless with her presence, hiding behind their counters and devising up a plan to make up for her meddling. This is exactly where she wanted to be, just not where anyone else wanted to be. She could tell it was going to be easy getting the couple out of harm's way, but she wasn't too sure about the man in the booth who was now blatantly looking at her. "Go now before they suspect you of anything." Quickly the couple got up from the table and placed their money on the table before exiting the diner leaving Aleksandria alone with the mysterious Impala man. She turned her face towards him and stared at him, contemplating what exactly he was up to. He seemed fearless; a trait that Aleksandria couldn't decide made him extremely attractive or extremely stupid.

"You know, if I were you, I would leave before things get messy," she said to him. Clearly he was ignoring her as he stretched his legs out underneath the booth and folded his arms across his chest. Aleksandria scoffed and got up from her table and walked over to him. "So are, like, you deaf or just dumb?" she poked at him hoping to get a rise. A rise meant that he would have a fighting chance and there wasn't much time left for him to get out while he still could.

Hearing her voice again, he looked up to see exactly who she was talking to. Aleksandria watched as he curled his fingers around a cell phone before quickly pocketing it. "Me?" he asked her. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Of course she meant him, who else would she be talking to since they were the only two in the diner? "No, no lady. I live for messy. I make messy." Aleksandria rolled her eyes. Great…another amateur hunter with an attitude problem; this is exactly what she didn't need, to babysit someone when she was trying to get something done. "Listen, I don't know who you are, or how you know what you know and quite frankly I don't care. All I ask, is that you stay out of my way and don't go getting yourself killed okay?" Aleksandria couldn't help but laugh at his warning with some serious sarcasm behind it. "Don't go playing hero, sweetie," he said with his mouth full, bits of apple pie flying out of it onto the table. God he was disgusting. Who taught this man his manners?

Alex sighed and placed both her hands on the table between the two of them and clasped her fingers together as she sat down across from him. "Let's be honest here shall we? The only person here who has a chance of getting hurt is you…I came here for a reason and I am not leaving until my mission is complete." She withdrew her hands from the table and crossed her arms. It was only a matter of time before the Sheriff would take them into custody for one excuse or another and Aleksandria was preparing her previous plans to include this new comer. Things were about to get immensely more difficult for her than she would've liked. She really needed the part of her that was strong enough to end this god without having to find his anchor, but it looked like it wasn't going to work that way.

"So what's it going to be?" Aleksandria asked. "I doubt you have much time to decide…" she continued. As soon as she finished her sentence, the Sheriff walked in armed and staring directly into the back of her head. "Make that no time," she muttered under her breath as she turned around to face the Sheriff. "Can I help you Sheriff?" The Sheriff cocked his gun, but did not point it at either of them for now.

"Get up. You're under arrest," he answered.

"Do you have a warrant?" she asked, knowing it was pushing his buttons even more. Good; that was exactly what she wanted. With any luck she would take the place of the couple that was meant for the town's ritual sacrifice. Unfortunately, that also meant the man sitting next to her was also on their hit list, but in all fairness she did warn him on several occasions. The Sheriff pointed the rifle in their direction and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Was this meant to induce fear in her, because she wasn't really feeling it?

"Get up…now," he repeated maliciously.

Aleksandria turned back to the mystery man in the booth and smiled. "Well, like it or not, it looks you are coming along for the ride," she smiled as she raised her hands up in surrender and winked at him. She felt the Sheriff grab her arms as he yanked her out of the booth harshly and twisted them behind her back. "Alright now, no need to be forceful officer," she complained. The deputy followed in action, forcing the man sitting across from her into an upright position before slapping cuffs on his wrists…or at least, he attempted to because the man was putting up a fight. "Don't!" she screamed at him as the deputy took the man down with a smack across the face with his pistol. Aleksandria tried to fight off the Sheriff, but he was twice her size and there wasn't much she could do without possibly putting the man's life in danger. She felt the butt end of a rifle hit the back of her head and everything went black.