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Author's Note: My first story on this profile, but reposted. I had another profile which I created in 7th grade. I stopped using it and decided to create a new account. This story is kind of confusion, not so much, I don't know I guess you be the judge of that. Its an AU with OC's. A lot of the events that will be happening relate to the show but will probably not happen the same way it did in an episode so just keep that in mind when reading. Also some things that happened in the show might not happen in the story. I am not perfect, I make mistakes and not just grammatical ones.

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I stood in front of the school where I would be attending for a few days. High school. I never thought I'd be here again. I never really did high school, never had that whole high school experience, prom, graduation, the whole nine yards. I attended my first year then my dad and I began moving around a lot more so it was getting harder to keep up. I would stay at Bobby's for a couple of months so I didn't have to move to a new school but that often didn't work out. I was never in a school for more than two months, and after my sophomore year I gave up. I hated starting a new school, hated making excuses for all the bruises and cuts that didn't just come from hunting, hated making up new stories of my family, I just hated it. I mean at first it was cool.

At first I would love to go to a new school and pretend to be a new person. At one school I was a famous photographers daughter, at another school I was a special detectives daughter, at another school I was a black belt and my father was a stunt man that was best friends with Jackie Chan, but then it got boring and I didn't like doing it anymore. I loved school but I hated moving to different ones all the time so I dropped out, it's not like I needed a high school diploma for this job anyways. I moved in with Bobby when I was 17 and stood with him for more than year, till I turned 18. Bobby was my savior, I couldn't live with my dad anymore or hunt with him. I glanced at the school again and sighed before pulling out my phone. I dialed a familiar number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hey Bobby, I need a favor."

Bobby never judged me and always helped me out when I needed him. He was a friend of my dad's, and more of a father than my own father. I was always over his place when my dad couldn't take me on a hunt, which was a lot of the time. I always had fun at Bobby's; he took me to the movies, taught me to drive, taught me to shoot, how to play poker and pool and even how to fight. He introduced me to Sam and Dean Winchester who stayed with us sometimes, mostly Sam though because he didn't enjoy hunting as much as Dean did. I didn't hang out much with Dean, mostly with Sam, he was 18 and I was 16, I just moved in with Bobby. Sam actually liked school, unlike Dean and I. He wanted to go off to college and he actually admitted to me that he had gotten accepted to Stanford in the fall. We spent most of the summer together before he went to college and when his father and brother wouldn't drag him off to hunt. It wasn't till August that he told his father he was leaving to college, giving up hunting for good.

John was furious and Dean couldn't even stand to speak to his brother anymore. They didn't speak to Sam for Lord knows how long. He and Dean even stopped coming over to Bobby's knowing Sam would be there, so that was the last I saw of Dean and John for a while. I stopped hearing from Sam after he left for college, I mean we talked and emailed the first few weeks then I guess we went our separate ways. He was in college, I was hunting, guess our friendship wasn't strong enough, or maybe I wasn't important enough.

Sometimes I thought of Bobby as more of a father than my own, I hated my father, I was glad to be with Bobby because he treated me like a daughter unlike my father who treated me like a soldier, like I didn't belong, he also blamed me for my mother's death and that's why he hates me because he lost his wife to someone he didn't even know. Fighting came naturally to me, I don't know why but it did. I was very flexible and fast. This was a plus in the hunting world.

Today was my first day of high school, again. I had to admit I was nervous. I haven't attended a school in almost 7 years. I wore my favorite light blue distressed jeans, my e black AC DC T-shirt and my black converses that have gone to hell and back and still looked awesome. These clothes were old but I still kept them. I pulled on my leather jacket that Bobby gave me for my 18th birthday, grabbed my keys and placed my favorite dark brown aviator shades that matched so perfectly with my jacket right over the bridge of my nose. I wanted to look young and like a teenager, not a 23-year-old woman. It would be easy though, because most of these high school girls looked like women anyways.

My 1967 Ford Mustang was the love of my life. Bobby gave her to me for my 17th birthday and helped me fix her up. The burgundy exterior paint job went along beautifully with the black leather interior. I hoped into my car and drove off to the school. When I entered the parking lot I noticed another classic. A 67' Impala, which is my third favorite car, next to my Mustang and the old hippie vans, don't ask me why, but I loved them. I walked in to the school, my bag hung from my shoulder. It was huge for no apparent reason; it only held one 3-subject notebooks and 2 pens. I also held my pure silver coated with salt Sais, I never went anywhere with out them.

I walked down the hall to the Principal's office, where I received my locker number and class schedule. Gym. My first period class was gym, great. I walked into the gym and no one was in there yet, I was 4 minutes early, teenagers were never on time for class anyways. I saw a hot blond standing by the bleachers. He wasn't a student; he was too old, yet he was too young and too hot to be a teacher. I pushed my glasses up over my forehead and scanned the gym. Today was a no make-up day, well except for a little mascara and lip gloss of course. I didn't want to look older than a high school senior so I didn't put on much. He began my way but I wasn't sure if he was really coming towards me. He is hot, too hot and very familiar looking, but I couldn't put my finger on it, not yet at least. He's a couple of inches taller than me and just so… oh crap he is walking over to me.

"Hi there, you a new student?" he asked.

"You a new teacher?" I replied, and then realized it was stupid, but I played it off. He smirked.

"Actually I'm replacing Miss Budroll for a while, what about you?" Oh God, I know that voice. I, damn, I pushed my shades back down and hoped he hadn't recognize me yet.

"I'll be here for a while, hopefully long enough to get more.. acquainted." I smiled showing him my pearly whites and he nodded walking away as all the rest of the students walked in. . Most of them looked geeky and small. Freshmen I guessed. Mister...crap.. I didn't get his name. Okay good he didn't recognize me, way to flirt though you flirty whore.

"Uh Coach Roth...?" a small student started.

Coach Roth, like Asher Roth. I bit my lip and watched him in his short, red, shorts. Stop! Stop thinking about him! That's Dean Winchester you moron. Then a tall man in a janitor's outfit walked in to the gym. What is with these hot men working in this school? Damn, too bad they thought I was a high school student. Wait he looked familiar too… Sam? I know its been more than 5 years since I seen Sam but he didn't really change much. He was taller and well hotter, very hot…stop thinking about them. Damn, well what am I going to do now? I'm pretty sure if I've recognize them they're going to recognize me, well Sam at least. Dean is pretty clueless plus we never hung out much.

xXx

On the other side of the room…

"Find anything?"

"Been over the entire school twice. No sulfur."

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon no case, but damn, I really don't want to leave just yet?"

Shorty looked my way and the other guy shook his head and also snuck a peak my way. I couldn't really hear their conversation but they seemed suspicious. I brushed it off, they weren't important right now. I had to figure out what was going on in this school, I doubt they had anything to do with it, they're hunters after all. But damn I wanted this case for myself.

After a dreadful 40 minutes the period was finally over. My next class is baking 101 can you say boring? At least it is something I love to do. I sat in the back of the class, not listening. I was going over my notes and looking online trying to find some more information on the school. But nothing made sense. There was no sulfur, Bobby and I checked that night we first came to the school and I checked the girls bathroom twice. If there was no sulfur, there was no demon and if there were a demon I would be able to sense it. But I got nothing. There were no strange murders or unexplained 'accidents' before the ones recently. But I knew something was wrong and I wasn't leaving just yet.

There was arguing somewhere in the front of the class. A jock was picking on a skinny boy. I got up and walked to the front of the class and then suddenly the skinny boy grabbed the jock's fist and stuffed it in the food processor. Blood splatters everywhere including on me. Oh ma gosh, Eww! I ignored the blood on my face and stared at the skinny boy with wide eyes. The teacher ran over to the jock pulling his hand out of the food processor and wrapping a towel around it. She ran out along with the rest of the kids. I stood there as the janitor walked in. The skinny kid collapsed.

"What happened?" the boy asked getting up. I noticed black goo running down his ear and from the look on the janitors face so did he. But neither of us said anything. Then he looked at me and turned his head slightly. His green eyes met mine and I bit my lip. I knew he knew who I was, I haven't changed much except for my height and more mature features. But then I got this weird feeling inside of me, kind of the feeling I got when demons were around but not the same feeling. It was weird because I never felt this feeling especially around Sam.

"Addi?" Damn. I sighed, guess the gig is up.

"Sammy." I smiled a little unsure of what to do or what would happen.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same thing college boy." I replied. You would think Bobby would tell me Sam was hunting again.

"Dean and I are on a case."

"My case." He shook his head then reached for his phone when it started ringing.

"I gotta get to my next class." I explained hoping we could just brush this all of. Unfortunately I knew it wasn't possible.

"Wait, meet us after school, in the gym?" I nodded and walked off. The rest of my day was spent thinking of what would happen. What I will tell them, what they will tell me. God, why me? Why can't I hunt without drama, without evil demon's coming after me, and without other hunters coming after me? The day went by fast, thanks time, before I knew it, it was 2:30. I walked to my locker to waste time, then to the bathroom and finally to the gym.

"So the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?" So I was right it was ectoplasm.

"Which only comes from a seriously pissed off spirit." Sam told Dean.

"I'm guessing its ghost possession." Sam explained.

"That's pretty rare," Dean concluded.

"Yeah but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body," I explained walking towards them. Dean shot a glance at Sam confused.

"Jeez Dean, sleep with that many girls that it makes it hard to forget this gorgeous one?"

"Trust me if it was that gorgeous I would remember it." Dean muttered looking at Sam. I glared at him and holding back from hitting him.

"Dean, remember Addison?" Sam asked Dean who smirked.

"The girlfriend you dumped to go to college, yeah I remember her." Dean replied. I scoffed then turned around and walked out of the gym towards my car. Fucking Winchesters. Fuck them. I heard my name being called and turned around to see Sam and Dean; they don't give up do they?

"What do you want Sam?"

"Why don't we work on this case together, since were both already here, doesn't it make more sense?" It did, but unfortunately I didn't trust other hunters.

"I don't play well with others sorry." I told them opening the door to my car. I got in and drove away to the motel. I continued with my research so I can finish this case, then I found something about a boy named Barry Cook. Apparently he committed suicide in the girl's bathroom. But the girls bathroom wasn't haunted or had any trace of EMF.

xXx

So it wasn't this Barry guy. It was another boy and then the connection I found was the bus. Every student that was 'possessed' rode the bus. It was a guess, but a guess that could possibly be right. Now I had to go check the bus out and find out whom the boy was. Great. I just hoped I wouldn't run into the Winchesters again, even though I knew I would. I found the bus. Now I had to check it for EMF. It was everywhere! Soon after I got there guess who showed up. Yeah, the Winchester's.

"Well fancy meeting you here" Dean spoke.

"Sorry I can't say the same short stuff" I scoffed and grabbed my bag. I opened it and grabbed my shotgun. I placed my bag back on my back and began walking towards the front of the bus.

"Here, ghostie ghostie ghostie," Dean taunted like an idiot taping his shotgun on the roof. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Your mommy ever teach you not to play with angry spirits?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"Dean I don't get it - nobody ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here," Sam said.

"A flap of skin, a hair, hell even a hangnail - something's gotta be tying the ghost to this place," I answered.

"We just gotta find it," Sam told Dean. Dean walks to the front of the bus and finds some papers in a compartment. He pulls them out and finds a certificate.

"Got a new driving permit," he called. "Issued two weeks ago."

"Right before the first attack," I realized.

"Yeah. The bus driver is Dirk McGregor Senior," Dean read. "39 North Central Avenue."

"McGregor?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I knew his son."

"Did you know everybody at this school?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged and for some reason looked defeated. I knew that if the bus was the reason for this entire happening there was something on the bus that was connecting all these murders and I didn't have time to go interview this McGregor guy cause I knew these two idiots were going to go do that. So I had to wait till they left and return to really scope out the bus, again. Wild guesses do work most of the time, I guessed that it had to be the bus for the fact that many of the students took the bus to school and well the victims in these incidents all took the bus, so might as well check out the bus right? And well if it wasn't for these two idiots I would have never found out the boys name. So thank you dumb and dumber.

"Well I guess you guys got this one right?" Yeah right. I was going to finish this case. I walked off to my car and drove off. The next day I arrived to school late. It's only been 2 days and this school was getting on my nerves, all the guys and many girls were all over me. I was popular, I was in this school for 2 days and everyone knew who I was, I didn't know if it was the car or the way I looked and acted, hell it was probably the lie I gave to make up for having weapons in my bag, "Uh I take karate, my dads a stunt man and he teaches me karate every day after school…" Second time I used that lie and it still worked.

"Hey Madison" someone called.

"Madison?" they called again. Madison? Oh crap, yeah that's me. I turned to see Tommy, one of the basketball jocks walking up to me.

"Hey."

"We have a game today and I was hoping you could come with us and you know support the team" Support the team or support you? I smiled trying to seem interested but I wasn't, could you say jailbait? He's been trying to talk to me for the past 2 days, since I got here basically and he obviously doesn't get it, but I played along.

"Uhh. Sure. But I kinda have to take care of something so I'll meet you guys there. Where's the game at."

"Okay... Well it's at Smith High at 4:00, we leave on the bus at 3 if you change your mind." I nodded and walked off. Great. I had to share the bus with a bunch of immature, sweaty, stinky high school boys. But at least I was able to get on the bus and keep a look out, well coming back home from the game. Thank god for horny boys that think if they win a game they could get laid. But I was definitely not going to sleep with him or any of the others. But at least I was getting on the bus and keeping anyone from getting murdered, hopefully I can keep myself from getting murdered too.

The hours flew by and next thing I knew I was driving to Smith High for the game. I drove behind the bus, aware of everything going on inside, nothing happened though. The game was boring! I had to sit there for 2 hours and watch sweaty boys ruff each other up. Some of them were really hot, but too young. Tear. Finally the game finished. Instead of taking my car I decided to get on the bus. It was dark, already nighttime; so something was bound to happen, angry spirits usually came out at night...usually.

I hopped on the bus with the smelly high school boys. The smell of the bus was already making me sick. Tommy sat next to me, his arm draped over me, I flirted with him pretending to be interested and then I felt the bus start to speed up, speed up rapidly. What the heck?

"What the hell is going on?" I questioned out loud, getting up from my seat next to Tommy. The wheels blew and I was tossed forward. I landed on my face, hard. I cursed silently and then stood up again. I tried walking to the front of the bus again before the bus came to a full stop at the side of the road.

"Dammit!" I exclaimed getting up from the boy's lap who I fell on. I ran towards the front of the bus after the bus driver who was exiting the bus.

Suddenly "Dirk!" The bus driver turned around to see Sam standing with a shotgun pointed at him.

"Winchester," he says. "What are you gonna do? Shoot me?"

"Don't need to," Sam replied, and Dean grabbed Dirk from behind and wrapped the rope around his arms.

"That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk, you're not going anywhere," Sam said. Then Dean runs past me and jumps on the bus. "Alright, everybody stay where you are, you'll be okay," he told them firmly. He turned around to where the papers are.

"It's not in there. The hair, I looked," I told him.

"No way you'll ever find it," Dirk replied. Sam moves forward and shoves Dirk against the side of the bus. I ran back into the bus trying to look for the damn lock of hair. Outside the bus driver strains and snaps the ropes, then heads towards Sam. Sam shoots him with rock salt, and the driver falls down. Suddenly I am knocked out of the bus by one of the kids. I fall hard, right onto my back and then he goes after Sam tackling him from behind knocking him to the ground. He holds him down and punches him hard continuously. Dean shoots him, but nothing happens.

"Dean - find the hair!" he yelled desperately. Dean whirls around and runs back into the bus, searching everything. I stand up and run over to help Sam. I grab the boy and pull him off Sam. He tackles me to the ground and begins punching me. He punches me once busting my lip open at first contact. I countered, pushing him off of me and punching him back. I slammed him against the bus but then he flung me toward the tree, hard and I heard a pop then everything went dark. Damn, so much for being a strong chick huh?

I was in a moving car. I reached for my gun with my good arm because for some reason I couldn't feel the other one, my eyes stood closed and once I found it I sat up quickly pointing the gun behind Sam's head.

"Stop the car." I told him firmly. But Dean didn't stop.

"Listen sweetheart, just take it easy. You have a dislocated shoulder and a pretty messed up face, we're just taking you back to the school." I grunted. My arm hurt badly.

"Could you fucking pull over so I could fix my arm!" I yelled cradling my arm. The car pulled off to the side of the road and I got out and leaned against the car. I heard the door open and Sam walked out and came around to me.

"Could you.." I hated asking for help. He nodded and walked over to grab my arm.

"On three, one.." Snap! I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He looked down at me.

"Thanks Sam" I breathed. He smiled. We both got back into the car without another word. Dean drove all the way back to Smith high. The ride was quiet and tensed. No one wanted to say anything, I sure didn't. Then suddenly my phone rang. Bobby.

"Hello...Yeah, I'm done... I don't need to take a break Bobby, I'm fine." Bobby wanted me to take a break but I didn't want to, he just wanted to keep me safe and I understood that, but hunting was part of me, I couldn't just give it up or stop or take a damn break. Every since we found out about all this crap two years ago Bobby has been telling me to slow down on hunting, to take some breaks, but I refused. I haven't seen him in a year and a half because last time I saw him he made me stay in the house for 2 weeks!

"Fine! You win. I'll be at your house by noon tomorrow." I hang up and find both boys looking at me.

"What's up with Bobby?" Dean asked.

"Nothing… he wants me to take a break…" I told them.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"None of your business that's why." I replied and then suddenly felt bad seeing Sam's reaction. We finally arrived at the school.

"Well thanks for the ride." I gave them a quick smile and walked away quickly before they could say anything to me. I walked to my beautiful ride and got in. Next stop Bobby's house, but not before I get some food. Drive thru would have to do because I couldn't walk into a place with my face like this, busted lip, swollen eye and scratches all over. McDonald's sounded good right about now. I started my car and was on my way.

Well that's the first chapter again. I decided to go a different way this story so that's why I started over, also because of some very good feedback I received. Hopefully this is better and I get some reviews. I'm currently working on the second chapter so maybe if you review... haha Thank for reading!

Next time on Us, Them and the Apocalypse:

"So you think she infects them during sex?"

I entered the motel, into a long hallway. I smelled blood, and something was telling me maybe I was too late. I began running down the hallways.

"I am going to ask you boys for a huge favor..." he paused and looked over to me then to the boys.

"Hold it right there! This chick saved your ass!"

"Yeah, we're good, except for this little problem," Dean replied looking my way.