A/N Hey guys! Another Supernatural story for you! This one is inspired by the long walk I have to take to work in the dark at the moment due to loads of snow and ice on the roads.

I'm sorry to say I don't own any thing to do with Supernatural, no matter how much I wish or try to get just a few of the rights (like the rights to the clothes that Jensen and Jared have worn, oh yeah baby, Supernatural man sweat!!! Lol!) I own nothing :( But never fear, because really with out us fans there would be nothing. So high five to all! Yip Yip!

I've rewritten all the chapters because they didn't seem to make sense and no one was reviewing or anything. Did contemplate not putting it back up for a while though.

Please review!!

Chapter One.

In Which We Meet Our Unsuspecting Heroine taking Walk Through The Woods.

Readers, meet Lacey Lowe.

Lacey Lowe stands at 5feet and 5inches tall. An average height.

She also weights 9stone, not a pound lighter nor a pound heavier.

Her hair is blond and reaches underneath her ample for her size and she is twenty three years of age.

Lacey wears a size 5 shoe and size 6 clothes and has blue eyes.

That is the physical description of Lacey Lowe.

Now how about learning about Lacey Lowe as a person?

Well, Lacey lives in a remote part of Smith County, Kansas. She works in a nursing home, and has done since she left high school all those years ago. She went on to study adult care via her job, which started as a Saturday afternoon in the kitchen lending a hand. She has held the hands of the dying, laid out the dead and takes care of the living. A job which is physically and emotionally demanding. Especially when you have the wipe the backside of an over weight woman who thinks she has the right to tell you that you are insolent and not too pretty to say sorry.

Needless to say, Lacey Lowe is used and abused and the residents, rarely gets a thank you and is over worked and under paid. She is constantly asked to cover shifts, well expected really, meaning that can work up to 70 hours a week. She also far too underpaid for the work she does.

Lacey lives in the Granny Annex above her parents garage with her cat Jeepers, so aptly named because he has a habit of jumping on her in the middle of the night purring, and scaring her half to death.

In her spare time (as and when she gets any) Lacey Lowe likes to read books, watch TV, go to the movies and hang out with her friends in bars, get very drunk and dance like a loon on Speed. Basically, she's an ordinary and every day young (ish) woman with not much about her life or looks that set her apart from any body else.

Now that we have met Lacey Lowe, allow me to tell you her tale, but brace yourself, for hers is a story not for the faint hearted. It includes prescription drugs, alcohol, sex, violence and of course, the supernatural.

Lacey Lowe was walking to work the Sunday morning that would changer her life for ever and change her perception on the world, and make her never want to sleep alone and with the lights off. It was her fifth weekend in a row at work, and by the end of the day she would have clocked up a head hurting 89 hours of work.

It was 6:00am, dark and cold in the January air. When I say dark, I mean pitch black. Lacey had on her work trousers with thick jeans over the top, three sweaters and a thick winter coat, a scarf, hat, gloves and her hood up. And she was still cold.

Lacey walked down the drive way (where she lived was a small hamlet with four houses and a long road in to town) and on the the main (sort of) road. Either side was a wooded area. To you and I observing, we would feel afraid on her behalf and have the good sense not to walk down this road even during the day, let alone on our own in the pitch black darkness.

Lacey trundled along down the narrow and sheltered road, still feeling cold, wondering what Hell certain people would have in store for her today. She wondered how many punches and kicks she would receive and how many names and snide comments would be hurled at her.

There was a rustling in the woods, but she shrugged her shoulders and never stopped walking, nor did she slow down or speed up. In her head she was running through a list of things she could do and possibly get away with to piss off the few residents that really got to her.

Bleach in the coffee? Pins in the cushions? Maybe showering a certain woman with Holy Water to see if she would melt and disappear down the drain?

The list was endless.

How about simply giving as good she gets? Well that would mean Lacey would get in to trouble, and all Lacey Lowe wanted was to keep her head down and avoid trouble. She wishes she were stronger and more confident with the residents and her co-workers, but she was just a doormat to them. Her friends outside of work saw her as confident, energetic and bubbly. The opposite of she was in work.

The rustling in the woods continued, but she didn't care. The way she saw it was; if a wolf ate her, a wolf after her. She would be a meal for the animal which would keep it alive and mean she didn't have to work in that horrid place ever again. If she were kidnapped, good. She wouldn't have to go to work. If she were mowed down by a car and left on the side of the road, good. She still wouldn't have to go to work.

Needless to say Lacey Lowe just didn't care.

Like I said, the rustling continued and she trundled on to work.

Throughout the 14 and a half hour shift, she gave false smiles, washed smelly, incontinent, old people, laid out another body, fed people and took a shed load of verbal abuse. She couldn't wait for her walk home so she could be alone and just cry.

She took the verbal and physical abuse, gave the showers, baths and changed and washed clothes and put people in to bed and then finally at 9pm it was time to walk home. All four miles in the dark.

Lacey had a car, but there had been snow, and with snow there is ice. And with snow and ice and a car in the mix (especially with Lacey at the wheel) the result would not be pudding, but a complete and utter disaster.

Now even though Lacey didn't care about what happened to her, she cared dearly for her car. A clapped out old Ford something. It meant freedom to her so it was as precious to her as a winning lottery jackpot ticket would be to you or I.

Out of uniform and back in the endless layers of clothes, Lacey Lowe began her walk home alone and in the bitter cold and darkness.

She was coming up to the last two miles, when the rustling began. The last part of her journey was a steep hill. It was a short cut really, the other road was blocked off because of the dangerous weather, so on along the wooded road our tired girl trundled, slower than usual. Hoping the bitter cold would be her demise.

And that was when the rustling took a shape, and it was not of a hungry wolf or an out of control car. It was of something Lacey had only ready about in fairy tales and never considered existed.

It was of a tall..........thing. It was ugly, and scaly and green with horns. Quite frankly, it was horrifyingly ugly and terrifyingly scary. And hungry looking.

Now to Lacey, it was a way out of another long shift tomorrow. To us it was a reason to run home screaming while shitting our pants.

It let out a sort of roaring sound. To Lacey it was the voice of her boss saying, "Don't worry about work ever again. But feel free to haunt that lady you don't like."

"Hey, I'm Lacey. And I guess your the monster at the end of the book whose going to eat me. Nice to finally meet you." She said in a dull and drone like tired voice, holding out her hand. Now this is the part where we have already run away, shamefully with brown stains on our asses.

But this actually the part where Lacey Lowe's life changes for ever, and she meets some people who are a lot easier to relate to, well ghosts and angels don't count as people really, but there are actual people who come to her rescue. Whom she naturally hates, because it means she has to think about going to work the next day.