A.N: Hi everyone who's reading! I'll keep it short. This story's title is inspired by a band I adore, Bon Jovi, and the chapters will probably have familiar names to anyone who listens heavy metal or rock in general.

Hope you like my O.C, Scarlett, and later on the story, you'll get a surprise, which isn't really that, since I wrote about her in the summary. Yes, Brianna, Scarlett's sister and half-demon, entering the story to twist it even more.

I'll let you read, and thanks for doing that, by the way. Just one reminder: REVIEW!

Love, Maggie

Meeting Bobby Singer

It was November 29th, 1986. Nothing special about that day, except that it was the date Bobby Singer was destined to die.

He was hunting the demon that possessed his wife, trying to avenge her. And he was blinded by rage and grief; he was alone and in pain.

Scarlett watched from the sidelines how he tracked the demon and cornered it. But he had no way of killing the creature. And that abomination knew it too.

So when the demon turned the game around and trapped Bobby, she took action. She jumped from her hiding spot and used her inborn powers to kill the monster. Bobby stood there, frozen in place, shocked from relief and fear. That's what seeing a Nephilim live did to you.

"I'm not here to hurt you"

"I sure hope not, you just saved my ass" his drawl was soft and musical, Scarlett loved the way humans talked, it calmed her.

"I guess I did that, yes" she smiled and his breath caught. She was beautiful, supernaturally so. She had beauty no human girl could have. Her long golden hair fell down her back in fabricated curls and her turquoise eyes shined with the sun. She had inherited her mother's looks and her father's powers. She was a "hot" young woman, she knew, her features were symmetrical and her body was curvy. It'd been a bitch back in the Middle Age, when the cannon beauty was a rounder face and a lot more fat in the belly. Her stomach was flat, she couldn't put on any weight, it was who she was.

"Thank you" Bobby held up his hand, though it was shaking "Bobby Singer"

"I know who you are" She shook his hand anyway "I've been watching you since you stepped on my toes" she smirked "this was my hunt, you know?"

"Really? Why would you let a simple human like me take over then?" his tone was bitter, and she sighed in regret

"Humans are a lot more important than they think. Besides, you needed this hunt more than I did"

"But you killed it"

"I'm not a mortal, Bobby"

"I realized that" he snapped, fidgeting with his baseball cap "What the hell are you then?"

"No, not Hell. Heaven"

"Are you an angel?" now he sounded impressed

"No" she chuckled and relaxed against the wall of the warehouse "my father was an angel, I'm merely half one"

"You're a Nephilim"

"And you're a fast learner" she complimented "Yes, I am. And I'll have to ask you, if you're so kind, not to tell anyone you met me. Heaven likes to hunt us down, and Hell likes to provide us with excuses to sin and fight. I enjoy neither"

"I get it" he nodded, finally putting away his gun "I won't say anythin', I promise ya. Plus, I own you one"

"You don't own me anything" she handed him a card "but…here's my number, in case you need something that exceeds your human capacities"

"You're far too quick to trust me, Nephilim. I don't even know your name"

"I have my reasons to trust you, Bobby Singer" she grinned enigmatically and bowed "You can call me Scarlett O'Conner, that's my name here anyway"

"Then nice meetin' ya, Scarlett"

"Right back at ya, Bobby" she winked "I'm afraid I must go, but please, feel free to call me, even to chat about nonsense. I get lonely sometimes"

"Sure, no problem" he hadn't finished speaking when she started walking away. Not even once did she look back. She knew Bobby Singer was going to be an important person in the future, and now, he had her in his phonebook. She just had to wait for that call.

Meeting Sam Winchester

And the so expected call had come on May 10th, 2007. There've been others before, but that one was the one that mattered. Scarlett was sitting in her favorite couch in her home in Chicago, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she was distracted, listening to angel's whispers about demon activity. The bastards weren't doing anything, and the whole states were lightened up like a motel sign with omens.

"Scar? That you?"

"Bobby?" she shut off the angel radar and smiled "I'm so glad to hear from you"

"How've you been, girl?"

"Hangin' in there I guess. You?"

"I've been better"

"What's wrong, Bobby? I'm hearin' about a lot of demonic activity, is everythin' alright?"

"A devil's gate was opened tonight"

"What?!" she liked to think she was a calmed, balanced person. But to hear that was like a knife in the gut "How did that happen?"

"Long story. Remember the demon John Winchester was huntin'?"

"Azazel, sure"

"Well, the son of a bitch got a hold on Sam"

"Oh, Lord. He opened Colt's gate, didn't he?"

"How you knew?"

"I've known where every devil's gate is since I first came to live here" she explained quickly "not the point. How he managed? No demon can trespass that devil's trap"

"It wasn't a demon"

"Bobby, what the hell?"

"I know. Wait, why don't you come here and I catch you up, uh? It's been a while and a lot of water had passed under the bridge, girl"

"Okay, I'll be there tonight, if that's okay with you"

"The sooner the better, Scar. You know I hate to involve you, but I've got no other choice"

"No problem, Bobby, you know I'm more than happy to help"

"Still…not your problem, you shouldn't be stuck with this shit"

"I've been stuck with this shit since I was born" she retorted, sighing "Nothin' new there, dude"

"A Nephilim saying "dude" "he huffed "I guess there really is a whole new world"

"Nah, where I'm concerned, it's a whole old world"

"Right…Well, see ya in a few hours, then. I'll cook ya something, I know you love my burgers"

"Seriously, dude" she chuckled "Those are the best I've ever had. And trust me, I've had a lot"

"Oh, I believe ya. Okay, girl, drive safe"

"I'm half angel, Bobby, not much out there can hurt me"

"Still, be careful"

"Sure thing, Bobby. See ya"

"See ya, Scar"

She hung up and got up from the leather couch she loved so much. It was time to face the music, as they said. She took a shower, blow-dried her hair, applied some make up (not even Nephilim females were above looking their best), she picked comfortable clothes to travel and packed her leather stamped bag and made sure the security in the house was okay. Then, grabbing her bag and Loki's leash, she took him next door, for her neighbor to watch while she was gone.

Mrs. Cameron was a lovely old woman, and she loved her dog. Though in reality, Loki was a wolf hybrid who knew how to behave and fit in. She said good bye and thank you to Mrs. Cameron then headed over to her garage, where the love of her life was waiting. And no, it wasn't something as mundane as a man. Her most valued object, her Ducatti Streetfighter. Or freedom in a black and white chassis, as she liked to call it.

Scarlett wasn't blessed with her father's wings. So, the closest she had to flying was riding her bike. One of humanity's best inventions, in her opinion. She fastened her bag (mostly filled with supplies for the road, since she could manipulate molecules and shape-shift clothes and kill any supernatural creature with her inborn abilities), then put on her black and pink helmet and straddled her bike, loving the feeling of it underneath her.

She adjusted herself to be comfortable, checked everything was alright. Then, she hit the gas, going from first gear to second and leaving her house behind. It was time to help her old friend, one she cared for deeply. And maybe she could make a difference, that was all she ever asked for.

"So, where am I meeting with him?" Scarlett asked from the porch of Bobby's house

"I'm headin' to Nebraska right now. I already told Sam you'll be there, but I don't want you near those demons. Wait for my call and meet me in Sioux City"

"I can handle a couple of demons, Bobby" she said with a roll of her eyes. A gesture so human that made Bobby laugh

"I know you can, sweetheart" he patted her shoulder lovingly and she smiled "but I'll sleep better if you don't"

"Alright, old softy" she teased "but be careful, okay? And call me if you need anything"

"I will" he gave her a half hug and walked over to his Chevelle "Take care of my house, Scarlett"

"Will do, Captain" she saluted and Bobby muttered something under his breath. Typical grumpy old man.

That day, Scarlett cleaned Bobby's house, picked up his phone calls from fellow hunters, and even did a few touch-ups to her bike. When Bobby's call finally came, she was nearly climbing the walls from boredom.

"Thank God" she complained "I thought maybe those demons got ya"

"Nah, bastards were never a match" but under his light tone, he sounded troubled

"I'll toast to that" she jumped from the couch, turned off the TV and headed outside "I'm on my way there, talked to Sam?"

"Yeah, he's on board with whatever can save his brother"

"You didn't tell him what I am?"

"No, didn't seem wise"

"Thanks, Bobby"

"Don't mention it. And shake ass, we'll be there in an hour"

"Please, Bobby, an hour's not a match for me and my baby"

"Just drive safe"

"Sure, Bobby, you too" she hung up and got on her bike, ready to go.

And as she promised, she arrived in Sioux City 50 minutes later. Bobby had texted her to meet Sam outside their motel for the night, since he'd convinced Dean to go out for a drink. She parked her Ducatti next to the Chevelle and waited.

"Scarlett O'Conner?"

"Sam Winchester?" she knew he was, she just wanted to sound interesting

"Nice to meet you" they shook hands and she slide off the bike

"Man, my legs are sore" she whined "Anyway, Sam, let's cut to the chase, uh?"

"Can you help my brother?"

"Bobby explained his deal the best he could, but there's info I'll need. Like, which crossroad did he use and what were the terms, as accurate as you can provide 'em"

"No problem" Sam nodded and smiled gratefully at her "thank you for doing this. I know Bobby trusts you, and I'm desperate to save my brother"

"I understand" she nodded and brushed a strand of hair off her face "I'll do what I can. I can't promise you anything though"

"Doesn't matter. I've gotta try everything"

"I get it" she grinned at him and he stared at her with new interest. Well, that was something she wasn't willing to risk. "Wanna get something to eat? I'm starving"

"Sure, I'll write down that info for you"

"That'd be great"

That was the first time she saw Sam Winchester. And all through that year, they stayed in contact. She summoned the crossroad's demon that signed Dean's contract, but had no luck. So she killed the bitch. Then, she went to Hell, talked to her dad there. That was where most of fallen angels went, and that was where her father, Samael, resided. Unfortunately, Samael had no good news. He told her Dean's contract was in Lilith's hands, which sucked.

So, Scarlett dedicated herself to find Lilith. With no result. The hellish bitch was evading her like a professional, and she couldn't get a break. Slowly but surely, May 2nd 2008 was approaching, and neither Sam nor her knew what to do. And she felt horrible. She wanted so badly to help Dean, to spare him from going to Hell, but there was just nothing she could do.

After Dean died, she ran to South Dakota. But Sam was nowhere around. So, using her contacts, she tracked him down and went after him. Got there in time to save him from a demon ambush. For which she had to use her powers, since she didn't carry any weapons. And well, to say Sam reacted badly was to put it mildly. The guy flipped out, went nuclear on her ass, screaming she was a freak, that she lied to him all those times. He demanded her to get the fuck out, and so she did. Ungrateful son of a bitch. She understood his brother was dead and he was in pain, but she just saved his life, he owned her at least the benefit of the doubt.

She left Indiana on her Ducatti without looking back. And to think, she couldn't even tell Sam what she was. He didn't let her explain. That was the last time she saw Sam Winchester.

Four months later, she'd gone back to her life as a hunter, and was again interrupted by the Winchesters' drama. She heard the angels talking, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the phase that would be forever ringing in her head.

"Dean Winchester is saved"

First time an angel rescued someone from Hell. And it was Dean Winchester. And it was Castiel. She couldn't believe the luck of that boy.

Immediately, she grabbed the phone and dialed Bobby's number.

"What?" He answered grumpily

"Bobby, listen, it's important"

"Scar?"

"Yeah. Listen. Dean is out of Hell"

"What? Have you been drinking, girl?"

"No" she sighed in frustration, running a hand through her hair "listen. It's true. I heard the angels talking. They rescued Dean"

"You're crazy. Angels rescuing Dean? Why?"

"No idea. They just said Dean's been saved. Gift horse and all that I guess"

"I don't believe it"

"Believe it, Bobby, 'cause it's true. Want me to go there? Be supportive when the prodigal son returns?"

"No" he replied so harshly that she was taken aback "if angels are truly involved in this, then you stay the hell away from here, you understand? Don't come home, I'm begging you, Scarlett"

"Alright, Bobby" she was touched and annoyed by his protectiveness. She'd been taking care of herself for centuries; she didn't need anybody to treat her like she was made of glass "but promise me you'll call if something goes wrong"

"I promise, don't worry" a long pause, then a hopeful sigh "is Dean really back?"

"I think so, Bobby" she smiled though he couldn't see her "Go look after Dean, Bobby, he needs you"

"Thanks, Scar. Talk ya soon"

"Yeah, maybe not so soon, uh?"

"Sorry"

"No problem, dude, it is how it is"

"Be careful, Scar"

"You too, bye"

She closed her cell phone and took a deep breath. If the angels really saved Dean, then they were after something, they wanted him for something. And the whole thing gave her the creeps. She had to find out what were they planning, and if she had to stop it, how. Again, her upbringing was more trouble than bless. And to think angels are considered good peaceful people. Nothing further from the truth.