AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So this is my first attempt at them and I promise you that it will not be my last.
ENJOY!

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If you had told Detective Erin Lindsay that she would believe in demons someday, she would have laughed in your face.

Certainly she had seen some pretty gritty things in her time on the force, but nothing quite like what had happened in front of her face. Dead bodies and ripped off heads and severed fingers and limbs she could handle, but black smoke coming out of a body and supernatural powers? No. In fact at first she just wanted to believe that these Winchester brothers had drugged her or something, but when it happened again without them, knowing the things about her past that it knew? She had to believe.

She sipped her beer slowly, trying to settle her racing heart, wanting to call Voight or Halstead and talk through it with them, but who would believe her? Neither of them. They too saw terrible things on the force, but to start talking about powers and demons and what seemed like mystical black smoke was too much for even them to handle with her. In fact, the two would probably tell her that she was working too hard just as she had thought she had been at first.

Sighing loudly, she pulled out her phone and texted Dean.

Alright, I believe you.

That seemed very short and sweet and to the point and she set her phone on the table and gulped down a little more beer, picking her phone up after it vibrated, reading over his text.

Good because you need to see something.

She didn't know what was making her tense up like this, but she took a deep breath and nodded, answering his call and then heading to the coordinates he told her to come to. Honestly demons were one thing, but ghosts were quite another and she knew it was a ghost—it just looked like one. There was so much hitting her right now and she didn't like being in this graveyard. Learning about supernatural beings made everything seem so much more ominous than it really was and she didn't know what to do.

All she knew, was that Dean smiled at her, Sam pouring gasoline over bones in an open coffin and the policewoman in her wanted to arrest them. This was defacing property and grave robbing and trespassing and a whole slew of other things. When that flame spread from Sam's thrown in match, however, she watched that angry spirit burn up and she found herself feeling weak for the first time in a very long time.

"This will help you," Dean told her, walking over to her and watching her watch the now empty space where the ghost had been.

Erin took a deep breath and avoided eye contact. "What it does is bring up more and more questions."

"Like how many of these bad things have been because of creatures and not humans?" Sam asked her, coming over to them.

She nodded and then looked Dean in the eye. "What makes you think I won't arrest you?"

Dean smirked. "Something tells me that you know the world is better off with us in it."

"I'll see what I can do about your federal records," she told them finally, grinding her teeth a little bit. "I don't like it, but something tells me you were framed."

"More or less," Sam agreed, smiling at her. "Thank you, Erin."

"Lindsay," she said as she turned to go to her car. "I hope we don't see each other again."

She didn't know why, but as Dean chuckled, she hoped she actually did.

Note: I hope you guys enjoyed it! I want to be in Erin's shoes so badly and the more we learn about her, hopefully the better handle I will get on her. Feedback is always appreciated!