AN: Okay, so my last Supernatural fanfiction didn't turn out so well, so I thought I'd try again. I'm going to go ahead and warn you, there will be plenty of spelling errors and several grammatical ones, too, but I'll try my best. Oh, and I never know where to put the commas, so bare with me. I really want some constructive criticism this time. It helps me a lot.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR SEASON FIVE

Rated T for language, suggestiveness, & violence (that's basically half of Supernatural anyway).

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except for Lucy, but you probably know that since this is a fanfiction, but whatever.

Okay, let's do this.

(BACKSTORY)

Ellen, Sam, Castiel, Dean, and Jo had been in the street facing Meg when there was a bright light and they heard a loud ringing. The hunters, the angel, and the demon ran toward where the light had been coming from seconds earlier. When they got there, Lucifer was gone, and there was a note on the wall. It read: Lucifer has been returned to his prison and all has been returned to normal. Do not lose faith in Me, I will not abandon my children.

Meg immediately vanished and Castiel smiled and turned to the hunters before departing with a flutter of wings. The hunters looked at each other in relief. The apocalypse was over.

The Winchester brothers were in a small town not far from where Ellen and Jo had rebuilt the Roadhouse after Lucifer was thrown back into the cage. Bobby had given the brothers the job without any explanation. All the old hunter had said was to go and hunt the bastard and that that should be the only "explanation" they should need. Dean, who wasn't all surprised by the man's grumpy behavior, accepted it without any further questions.

If anything, Dean seemed a little over eager to accept the job, to Sam. He sent him a death look when Sam question the man. Sam had started to say something in the car, but thought better of it in the end.

When they arrived, they went to the nearest motel, but when they were checking in, the manager said, "What, is the plaid festival this weekend?" When the brothers shot the man a questioning look, he said, "Well, some other girl came in asking for a room yesterday. She was wearing plaid and a leather jacket. She drives the baby blue '57 chevy bel-air. Gorgeous car." Dean stiffened a little at this. "You boys know her?"

"Yeah," Sam replied quickly, "I think so, actually. What room is she in?"

"18. Two doors down from you two."

The boys walked out and started towards their motel room. They unlocked their door and Dean glanced a Sam and said, "Who do you think she is?"

"I dunno man, but old car, motel room, and wearing plaid with a leather jacket? Sounds like a hunter to me."

"He said it was a gorgeous car, but didn't even mention my baby," the oldest Winchester pouted.

Sam laughed, "Pull it together man. We'll go talk to the girl with the best car." Sam snorted with laughter at the incredulous and hurt look his brother gave him.

The boys walked up to the plaid-wearing-old-car-owner's motel room and knocked. They heard light footsteps making their way across the threadbare carpet and pausing for a moment in front of the door. When the girl opened it, the first thing she did was splash holy water in their faces and then handed them a towel. When they'd wiped off their now-wet faces, she handed the pair a silver knife before pulling out her own and cutting a thin line on her arm and pouring holy water on it. The boys both made similar cuts on their arms, and when she was sure the two weren't demons or shapeshifters, she invited them in without a word.

The still-unnamed hunter sat on her bed and Sam sat in the chair belonging to the desk that Dean was sitting on. The older of the two men asked, "What's your name?"

"Lucy."

When Dean didn't respond, Sam said, "Well, I'm Sam and he's my brother, Dean." He gave the offending brother a look as he said the last part. Dean didn't react to his brother's comment. He didn't even move, he just kept staring at Lucy. After a moment, she met Dean's stare. The two were silent and Sam looked between the two, wondering which would break first. Lucy raised a questioning eyebrow at the older Winchester and he finally broke the stare and a smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Any particular reason you were staring at me?"

"Wasn't sure if I could trust you," Dean said, receiving a look from Sam.

"You changed your mind?"

Dean paused for a second and looked the girl up and down. She had blonde hair that was a few shades lighter than Jo's and about the same length. She had bright blue eyes that could almost fool him into believing that she was as innocent as she looked, but he knew better. Behind the jokes and the sarcasm, she was sad and angry and cold and scared and tired of all the bullshit life throws at her. She was like him. She was small, but strong and he bet she had a hell of a left hook, just like another petite blonde he knew. People probably underestimated her, but Dean wouldn't make that mistake.

"You remind me of somebody, and anybody like her, can sure as hell be trusted."

"I'd love to meet this girl."

"We're planning on heading over after this hunt, wanna tag along?"

Sam hid a smile at Dean's statement, not just because he was glad that Dean was being nice, but because the two had discussed no such plan.

"Sure, why not?"

Sam spoke this time, "Alright, lets hunt the thing first, guys."

"Right, about that, there's a small problem."

"What?"

"She only kills men." The boys' faces paled and she continued, "She's a ghost. Her name was Ashley and she was twenty three years old. She worked at a bar in town. Some guys, about her age, were drunk and hitting on her and she turned them down and pissed them off, they waited out in the back near the woods and when she came out, they grabbed her. Next day, one of her friends, that she worked with, saw Ashley's car and her keys on the ground a few feet away. Police never found the body or who did it."

"How did you figure it out?"

She glanced over at Sam and said, "Talked to her friend. The girl had seen the boys harassing her at the bar, but didn't tell the cops, because she had been a bit tipsy too and she wasn't sure. She told me though."

"Why'd she change her mind?"

Lucy rolled her eyes at the younger Winchester and answered, "She'd seen ashley's ghost. I told her who I was and what I was gonna do and she told me everything she knew, and she was right. I found one of the boys yesterday and with a little persuasion, he caved and gave me the location of the body. I was going to salt and burn the bones, but she showed up at his apartment. She started at the douchebag, but I had to protect him, so I got in front of him and she kept trying to get around me like she couldn't touch me. When I finally got him safe in the salt circle sitting in his windowless apartment in the salt circle with salt, water, and a bag of chips, I called Bobby to see if he'd ever heard of anything like that. Instead of answering me or even listening to a word I said, he hangs up to call, wait for it, you guys, right?"

The boys had shrunk back slightly when her answer had become a small rant that left her looking pissed off, which probably scared the boys more than whatever they were about to hunt. They both nodded.

After a minute or so, Dean stood and said less than enthusiastically, "i guess I'll call him and get some more information."

"No way. I'm calling that overprotective bastard," Lucy stated irritatedly and Dean was genuinely worried about the old man.

"Are you sure-" Sam started but he was cut off by the warning glare he received from the small but terrifying blonde.

She angrily jammed the keys on her phone to call the old man himself. As she did so, Sam and Dean exchanged worried glances. She pressed the phone to her ear and after it stopped ringing she got a reluctant 'Hello?' from Bobby.

"Don't 'hello?' me. Bobby I called you for information and you send in these two without a word. If you had listened to me, you would've heard that the particular ghost I'm hunting has an issue with MEN."

"Lucy-"

"Don't start, Bobby. Why don't you trust me to hunt on my own?!"

"You're young and small and-"

"Female," she suggested vehemently.

"It has nothing to do with that, Lucy."

"Bullshit."

"I know plenty of women who can fend for themselves-"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Bobby. I can take care of myself. I don't need these two shadowing me." The old hunter sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this one. "I am twenty four years old, I don't need adult supervision anymore, so you can just STOP." She hung up the phone and threw it onto the bed with a loud groan of frustration.

"If it makes you feel any better, we didn't know," Sam said softly to the girl who had just flopped onto the bed with an annoyed look occupying her admittedly pretty face.

"It doesn't really, but I'll pretend it does anyway." Sam smiled down at her, and couldn't help but think that she and Jo would be really good friends.

AN: Okay, so this is it. I'm so glad you made it to the bottom! I'd love it if y'all would review, and tell me if this is any good at all. Honestly, I'd probably even enjoy flames (that's where people hate on my story, right?) although I'd prefer some constructive criticism. Actually I absolutely adore constructive criticism. Please, please, please, please review.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

Remember that trouble is just the bits in between and that this isn't a 'goodbye', it's a 'see you around.'

Until next time,

Seraphina Jones