Hello, readers ! This is my newest story. I hope you all enjoy. I just got really into Supernatural and just finished season 2. I usually do my A/N after a chapter, but since this is a new story, I am doing it before. I am really excited to put Evelyn into this show and make her a likable character. I am starting off entering her in an episode I created to bring her character into the boys' lives. Thanks in advance for checking this out ! I will be following the show pretty strictly, only changing things to suit my character and Dean's relationship.

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"NOOOO! NINA!" I screamed, tears running down my little cheeks. Her light blonde hair was covering her face as she flew down the hall, the monster in the black cloak dragging her away. It hesitated for a moment when it heard my father, and Nina looked up with hope in her eyes.

"DADDY!" She screamed, her voice high and full of fear. My father rushed past me down the hallway, gun in hand.

"NINA! NINA! LET HER GO!" The thing took off out the front door, dragging Nina with it, as my father followed behind them.

"Evelyn? Evelyn! Evelyn, what happened?" My mother was kneeling in front of me, tears in her eyes. "Where's your sister? WHERE'S YOU SISTER?" She grabbed my shoulders, looking into my eyes, pleading for an answer.

"Evelyn.." The voice floated to me, hitting my ears in a sweet song-like tune.

"Nina?" I asked, sitting up. I was back in my old bedroom and it looked exactly the way it did when I was a small child.

"Evelyn.." She sang out again, peeking around my door frame.

"Nina? Nina!" I jumped up, running over to the door. She was standing in the hallway, her little hand on her hip, a smile on her face.

"I need to tell you something, sister." She motioned for me to come to her. Without hesitation, I stepped over to the little girl, kneeling down to her level.

"Tell me where you are, Nina. Tell me where you are, so I can come find you." I begged, watching her big blue eyes that matched my own.

"You'll find the big bad monster in Missouri. Hermann is the city, but you have to go fast, Ellie. You'll have to go fast or he'll hurt more babies." She instructed.

"And you? Are you in Hermann?" I asked, reaching out to touch her. Suddenly, she began floating backward, her image fading.

"I'm sorry, I have to go! I have to go, Ellie, I can't stay! Go find the monster, go find it and destroy it!" She cried, fading farther from view.

"NO! WAIT, COME BACK, NINA!" I shrieked, jumping up to follow her.

I sat up in the strange motel bed, my heart racing. Missouri... I had to go to Missouri.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping on water, deep in thought. So badly I wanted a drink, something strong at that. But I knew that I needed to keep my head clear. I needed to be on my toes, ready for when the time came. And it was coming, the minutes ticking off in my head, reminding me that I was on a mission. My brain reeled at the thoughts running through my mind, as I reminded myself that I only had two more days before it began. Two days wasn't long enough and I knew that, too. Shaking my head, I was about to speak to the bartender, when the bar's front door opened.

Looking over towards the door, I saw two men walking in. The first one had short light brown hair, his face serious and determined. The one behind him had the same determined look, his long hair a little darker. They favored, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of them. The one in front noticed my stare, his face softening a bit, giving me a half smile and a slight nod. Could they be? I wondered, my lips twitching upward to return the greeting. They certainly looked the part.

"What can I get you two? Out of towners?" The bartender made with the friendlies, ready to make drinks.

"I'll take a beer and, uh, know anywhere around we can crash for the night?" The one who appeared to be older asked. He had walked up to the bar, standing fairly close to me.

"Oh, yeah, sure. There's a little motel just around the corner. You could walk it in five minutes or less." The bartender pointed to the right. The same place I was staying.

"Thanks." The man took the beer offered to him, exchanging the money in his hand. They had the familiar look I knew all too well. Glancing over at him, I saw green eyes watching me.

"Out of towners, huh." I said quietly, fiddling with my straw. I wasn't great at small talk.

"You could say that." He retorted, a smirk forming on his lips, as he took a swig of his drink.

"Me too, actually." I mumbled as the other boy peered around at me.

"Where from, if you don't mind me asking." The dark haired one had soft eyes.

"Alabama." I kept it short.

"Damn, girl. You're a long way from home, aren't you?" The older one asked, downing the rest of his beer.

"Yeah.. Yeah, I am." I replied, looking back down at my water.

"Come on, Sam." The green eyed man started to walk forward. "We need to get some rest."

"Bye." Sam said, and I gave him a small wave. The door opened, and when it shut, I jumped up from the stool I was sitting on. Walking quickly toward the door, I pushed it open, rushing out of the bar. Scanning the parking lot, I saw the two men walking towards a dark vehicle.

"Hey!" I called, jogging toward them. "Hey, wait!" They turned abruptly, confusion on their faces.

"You okay?" The one who appeared older called as I reached them.

"Fine, uh... You're hunters, aren't you?" I asked, eyeing him.

"Why do you ask that?" Sam questioned, and I held the older one's stare.

"I know hunters when I see them." I muttered, hand going to my hip. "Why are you here?"

"What do you know about hunters?" Green Eyes watched me carefully, but his demeanor was calm.

"You first." I shot back. "Why are you here?"

"We're huntin' a monster by the name of Bakorym." He stated gruffly, and I felt my chest constrict at the name.

"You are?" I managed to say, my voice much smaller than I had anticipated. I felt something resembling relief flood through me. I had been so alone on this journey and to find others like me... I looked up at him, trying to regain my composure. "So am I."

"You.. You're huntin' this thing." He looked at me as if I were crazy.

"Yes." I nodded. "We have..history."

"History?" Sam asked, his face concerned.

"Do you even know anything about it? How'd you even know where to find it?" I asked blankly, tilting my head in question.

"It's what we do." Green Eyes replied, watching me intently.

"Okay, I'll take that." I huffed out a half laugh. "My dad. That's how I knew what you two were. You look the part, anyway."

"Your dad was a hunter?" Sam questioned, and I glanced at him.

"He is a hunter." I corrected.

"Well, where's he at? Surely he wouldn't send you here alone." The other said.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him in..a while." I admitted. "You never answered my question. What do you know about it?"

"All we know is that it's some kind of child snatchin' creature." He said, shifting his weight.

"You sure don't know much. Look, this is not just some walk in the park, okay. This is a big bad, to put it nicely. But, there's a way. I know how to get this thing and destroy it. That's what I'm plannin' on doin' and I don't need any help." I said surely, turning away.

"Oh, no!" Green Eyes called, and I could hear his footsteps behind me. I whirled back around and he stopped. "We aren't goin' anywhere. We came here to do what we do and we're gonna do it."

"Then we have a lot to talk about, I guess." I said, realizing that he could be of use.

"It sounds like it." He stuck his hand out to me. "Dean Winchester."

"Kaia-Evelyn Brannigan." I shook his hand. "But I prefer my middle name, Evelyn."

"Okay, Evelyn.. This is my brother, Sam." Dean let go of my hand and Sam offered his.

"Nice to meet you." His brother said politely, and I took his hand.

"You, too." I tried to smile, but I couldn't.

"Where should we discuss this?" Sam asked, glancing at Dean.

"My place, I'm stayin' at the motel the bartender told you about."

"Right around the corner." Dean said and I smirked.

"Right around the corner." I repeated, and his lips twitched upward.