(A/N) Okay, actually that's the first time I'm writing a story here... I'm a little excited how it will work out, at least I'll try to keep everyone in character and all.
Don't like OC's? Don't read ;) .

Fiona Blend looked into the mirror. She was ready to hit the road again, through her headphones Steven Tyler sang the chorus of 'Back in the Saddle'. After a whole year she would go on a hunt again she couldn't do it earlier, personal reasons. The house somewhere in Minnesota stood empty, all her things were packed and in her car, a '68 Pontiac Firebird coupe in red.

Fiona tied her shoulder long chestnut hair into a ponytail and grinned a last time at her reflection in the mirror. She grabbed the car keys and turned on her heel walking out of the house. She wouldn't come back, never. Of cause she still was able to use her weapons, the collections of guns and knives out of different metals. She had probably been one of the talented hunters of the country, but she needed a break of all the monsters, the demons and the ghosts.
As she thought about her last hunt she could nearly feel the pain she felt as they killed her family. A whole group of demons found out where her family lived and they killed them all. Her mother, her father, her brother and her two sisters. She never wanted to bring them in danger, of cause, she loved her family and she had wanted them to be save. Fiona blamed herself for their deaths, what was a group of demons against one of the best exorcists you could find? They were still out there, she couldn't catch them.
Finally she was over it, she had sworn she would stop every spark of evil out there – admitted, that wouldn't be that easy by all that apocalyptic omens. Yeah, even if she made a hunting-time out she was following the news. 'I should go after that' Fiona thought and took her iPhone out, probably the only really new thing she had. She dialed a number that she still knew by heart, called it way too often in the past.
The voice that picked up was so familiar and made her grin slightly, she hadn't thought she would ever hear it again.

"Fiona, girl, is that you?" Bobby singer asked, sounding pretty buffed about the surprising call.

"Who do you think it is?" She asked, a slight chuckle escaping her lips "Sure it's me. Is it true what I heard?"

At the end of the line, in Sioux Falls, a still slightly confused Bobby furrowed his brows. "What did you hear?"

"Starts with 'a' ends with 'pocalypse'. Is it true that it's about to happen?" Bobby nodded than confirmed audibly. "Well, let me guess, you, Sam and Dean Winchester are trying to stop it?" she suggested, sure that she was right. She had known these guys for years. Now she was twenty-eight, hunted since she was rescued by Dean and John Winchester at the age of sixteen. She never really believed in the supernatural, but as she got attacked by a vampire she started thinking that there could be some truth in other things too. She toughed herself everything she knew and one day she met the Winchesters again, then she traveled with them and became a close friend to Dean, later to Sam too.

"Sure we are, but –"

"You think I could help?" she offered already driving out of the town straight on the way to Sioux Falls. Bobby knew her, he couldn't say no, even if he would she would retort with something even Bobby couldn't keep up with. Or she would just hang up and show up a few hours later anyway. "I'll be there in six hours." She answered for him "Are the boys around?"

"Not yet, they'll be back tomorrow I guess"

Fiona grinned and hung up without answering, just as she always did.
Bobby looked at the phone before he hung up too and gave a sigh. Fiona could be a real pain in the ass, but he was also lucky that she was alright. She was something like the daughter he never had, different than the boys, probably just because she was a girl.

Loud singing she made her way to the well-known old house of Bobby. At the same time in just mentioned house Bobby hung his phone up once again as a voice behind him piped up and offered him a shady deal.

Something around six hours – or maybe it were seven hours – the red Pontiac pulled up on Bobby's yard and a woman, dressed in tight jeans and a grey hoodie, walked towards the house. "Bobby, guess who's there!" Fiona knocked on the door, got as response that the door was open. Hesitantly she entered the house, recognizing the smell of old wood and books mixed with the smell of dust and alcohol. As she saw Bobby sitting behind his desk she grinned and walked towards the man to hug him "Good to see you, Bobby" she said before her gaze went to the wheelchair inn which Bobby sat. "Why…?"

"Demon." Bobby explained her the whole story, doesn't seem to be really happy – of cause not – and managed to turn the conversation to something she should know. "It's about Sam" he said. "It's him who started the apocalypse" Fiona looked shocked. She stared at the man with wide eyes. There were so many thoughts in her head, questions, mainly, but all she could ask was 'Sam?' Then Bobby explained her that it was because of Ruby.
Ruby was pretty much one of Fiona's most hated beings, well, every demon was one of Fiona's most hated beings, especially since they killed her family.

"And this angel… what was his name?" She frowned slightly, hardly thinking about the name of the angel who rescued Dean. She hadn't met him then, just heard a few things before her 'break'.

"Castiel" Bobby said "Mister Angel isn't as holly as he used to be… The opposite's the case, totally human."

"How the hell can an angel get human?"

A few hours later the whole story was told. Fiona sat on a chair near Bobby's desk, with a slight frown on her face and a slowly nodding head. Meanwhile it was something around 3pm and a black car, a Chevy Impala, made it's – sorry, the owner of this car preferred "her" – way up to Bobby's house.

"Seems like Bobby's got a visitor." Dean said and pointed at the red Firebird, which – in his opinion – couldn't keep up with his baby. "Fiona's back" a bright smirk was now visible on the hunters face.

"Just in time" Sam commented as the car came to a stop.

"Yeah, she always knew when it's the right time to come" still smirking Dean got out of the car, sighted Sam rolling his eyes – when you consider they had a thing a few years ago, nothing serious, really – you may understand Sam's reaction.

"Who is that you're talking about?" Castiel asked. He was still pretty upset about being human and now he wondered who this Fiona was. They talked about her several times, but he never thought about asking who she was.

Dean and Sam shared a look "An old friend" the older Winchester answered. As they entered the house Fiona's head swung around immediately.

"Sam! Dean!" she shouted and ran to hug them "Oh boys how I missed you" she smiled and looked up to them. With her big green eyes and the reddish brown hair she was a really pretty girl.

"Yeah, we missed you too" Sam answered and gave her a quick smile, then her gaze went over to the ex-angel. "Oh yes, this is uh—"

Fiona already stood in front of the trench coated man and smiled at him "You're Cas, I guess?" he nodded "Fiona" she reached him her hand and he took it hesitantly.

"Sorry to stop your cute reunion, but did you get the ring?" Bobby interrupted them whereupon Dean held a ring up, showing a grin again.

"I guess Bobby already told you everything?" Sam asked the near standing woman, she nodded and watched Dean go and sat on her chair. She glared at him, then brought another chair. So did Sam and Cas until there wasn't a chair in the kitchen anymore. As the trio just told them about the happened, the morale has absolutely plummeted.

"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it? What?" Bobby asked them. While Dean was playing around with the ring the rest of the group just sighed and looked around in the room.

"Last thing Pestilence said was 'it's too late'." Sam told and watched Fiona running her hand through her hair. That wasn't really what she imagined as she decided to return back to her job. After a whole year of a nearly normal life and dealing with her fate she was thrown in the deep end.
Dean meant that they were afraid that the horseman still had an ace in the hole, wished Bobby had good news, but all he could tell them was that Chicago was about to be wiped off the map by a storm and other natural disasters.

"I don't understand your definition of good news." Castiel said drily.

"Me neither" Fiona curled a streak of hair around her finger and watched going back into its old, straight form. "The death of millions of people…"

"Well…" Bobby looked at Castiel "Death, the horseman, he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back…"
While Dean scoffed at this statement there was another question growing in Sam's head.

"Well… Bobby, h-how'd you pull all this together, anyways?" he asked.

It wasn't an all bad question, Fiona thought.

"I had… you know… help" the eldest hunter said as other sounds piped up from behind. First it was the clinking of glass, then a male voice. Fiona hadn't heard it before or maybe she did but couldn't remember. But it wasn't the voice that made her narrowing, it was the sudden appearance of the man in the black clothes.
Under other circumstances she would consider him as pretty likable, but she had the strong suspicion that this man was a demon. The only thing that was confusing her was that no one took his gun, a flask of holy water or at least a salt cellar.

"Don't be so modest, I barely helped at all" was what the presumed demon has said. "Hello boys and girl. Pleasure, et cetera. Te—" before he could go on Fiona cut him off.

"Who are you?" she snarled and stood up for being at eyelevel with the man.

"Crowley. Name's Crowley." He introduced himself. "I'm something like a friend." Fiona looked at the other men, no one showed a real reaction, they were just looking at the both of them.

Fiona still glared. "What are you doing here?" she crossed her arms and shifted her weight on her left leg.

"I was just about to tell, but I got interrupted, if you remember." Fiona squeezed her lips shot and walked backwards to the desk for leaning against it. "So, where was I? Ah, Bobby, tell them. There's no shame in it."

Finally Dean showed that he wasn't in a trance and asked what Bobby should tell.
"World's gonna end" the man in the wheelchair stumbled "Seems stupid to get all precious over one little… soul"

"You sold your soul?" Dean asked.

"Oh, more like pawned it." Crowley piped up again "I fully intend to give it back"

Now Fiona was sure that her suggestion was true "Crossroads demon, huh?" she hissed "Give the soul back, dickhead!"

"No need to become abusive" the demon held his hands up as Dean joined Fiona.

"She's right. Give it back!"

"I will" Crowley assured.

"Now!" both, Fiona and Dean shouted.

Again another, less important, but still questionable question piped up in the head of Sam. "Did you kiss him?" Through her anger Fiona couldn't hold a grin back.

"Sam!" Dean said.

"Just wondering" Sam shrugged and turned his head to Bobby who hesitated a moment before he brought out a 'No!'

Their heads swung around again as Crowley cleared his throat, holding up an iPhone – same as Fiona's, what was in her opinion really not necessary – with a photo of him and Bobby kissing. Fiona raised one eyebrow. "Why'd you take a picture?" Bobby asked.

"Why did you have to use tongue?" Crowley responded and even by all her hatred for demons a chuckle escaped Fiona's lips before she got serious again.

"All right. You know what? I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back now." Thanks to Dean the conversation got back to the point and Fiona back to her glaring.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Can't or won't?" Dean shot back.

"I won't, all right, it's insurance." At the demon's statement Fiona tilted her head, Dean didn't really understand what the demon meant neither. "You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. But you won't kill me… As long as I have that soul in the deposit box."

Fiona thought for a moment and run her fingers through her hair, considering if there was a catch for him.

"You son of a bitch" Bobby muttered while the woman stood up again and passed Crowley, glaring at him for the last time before she went out of the door, she heard him repeating that he would return it while she closed the door and sat down on the hood of her car.
She needed a minute to think about everything she heard this day. It was late afternoon. The sun would go down within the next hours.

"Hello darling, missed me?"

Without turning around Fiona knew that it was Crowley who stood behind the car now. "No." she answered roughly "Now piss off"

"This roughness…" the demon came closer and leaned against the car's front "Let me get one thing straight: I'm on your side."

"Then would you explain me: why does a demon want the death of the devil?" Fiona closed her eyes and let the last sunbeams shine into her face. It was just getting warm again what had caused her to take off her hoodie. Now she wore just a black t-shirt.
She didn't trust Crowley. She would rather go to hell and become a demon herself than trusting one.

"Because, and that's for a fact, as soon as Lucifer whipped out humanity he will whip out us."

Fiona nodded and opened her eyes again "Makes sense. I don't trust you anyway."

Crowley narrowed. "Let me explain this once again—"

"No." Fiona interrupted "I got it, you're in our team, right. But I don't trust you because you don't trust us, the soul thing, you know?" A few seconds of silence passed and Crowley's gaze showed her that it made sense too. "So again: Why should I trust you?"

"It's your choice. Either you do or you don't. Just saying: this whole thing would be easier if you do." Then he was gone and left her with her alone thoughts again. She sighed, she had to take what she could get and right now that was the help of a demon.

Uh... that's it for now, I hope it wasn't all bad, would be nice if you'd let me know what you think :)
Good? Okay? Or compleat crap that I should cancel?
Noticed a lot of mistakes (spelling, grammar etc.)? Hope not, but my 9th-grade-English isn't the best :D

So, see you - hopefully - in the next chapter :) Promise there will be a lot more Crowley/Fiona later...