Lady A: Hey everyone and welcome to Chosen! I know, crappy name for a story but I couldn't think of anything else. Anyways, this lovely story takes place within the Supernatural series and has no set pairing as of right now though it might end up as a Dean X OC pairing. I do apologize if the first few chapters seem a bit rough because this is my first crack into the Supernatural fandom and it might not be as free flowing as my other stories.

Looking Ahead: The Winchester brothers have their first encounter with the mysterious Artimes Blaine, who claims to be from a parallel world and supposedly knows their future because of a television show called Supernatural. After certain things are revealed to each brother separately, they sort of allow the ginger haired woman into their lives though they are still very weary of her.

Now enough from me! On with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything in which I make references to. I only own my OCs and the plot. This disclaimer will only appear in the first chapter.

Chapter One: The Woman Who Knew Too Much

Hunter expert of all things supernatural, Bobby Singer sat at his desk sifting through the many books sitting in front of him. He was trying to research angels…of all things. He was having some trouble swallowing that particular pill and if it hadn't been for his recent up close and personal meeting with the angel called Castiel, he would be even more disbelieving than Dean. He knew he should ask her, but he was extremely hesitant to do so with the Winchester brothers around. He highly doubted that the two bickering idjits would take kindly to her and she would simply add fuel to the already roaring fire.

He remembered when he first met the ginger haired woman three months ago. He had been out in the junkyard doing some tinkering when she just appeared in a flash of bright light. She had been initially confused and disoriented, but upon learning his identity, she proceeded to rattle off information about him, Sam, Dean, Helen, Joe, and even Rufus. It had taken him a few days to get over the shock of her knowing all that she did.

It took close to a month for him to even semi buy her story about where she was from and where her knowledge came from. He submitted her to every test he had for every monster and creature he knew and she went through it without complaint, naming each test and what it was testing for. During that first month, he had gotten to know her and by the end of the second, he trusted her a great deal. Being the cynical man he was, he held a part of himself back, especially after she insisted that Dean was coming back, that he would be saved by an angel, and that they would meet said angel. She had been proven right with Castiel's overly dramatic and grand arrival.

The brothers' argument became louder, drawing the older man away from his memories of the mysterious woman who had suddenly appeared in his life and he looked up from his books and at the boys.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps…and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam exclaimed exasperated.

The two morons had been going at it for quite some time which was quite bothersome when one was conducting research.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one…at some point…ever?" Dean asked firm in his disbelief.

Bobby would have normally agreed with the elder Winchester but a certain woman had informed him that the angels had not walked on the Earth in over two thousand years. Thus the reason why no other hunter had run across one, they hadn't been there to find.

"Yeah. You just did, Dean." Sam answered like it was obvious.

"I'm trying to come up with a theory, okay? Work with me." Dean snapped not happy with his younger sibling.

"Dean, we have a theory." The brunette replied calmly.

Good God, why did he put up with all this crap? Those idjits argued more than an old married couple. The two continued to bicker and it finally got on the older hunter's last nerve.

"You two chuckle heads want to keep arguing religion or do you want to come take a look at this?" He snapped drawing both of their attentions immediately.

Sam and Dean put their argument on hold and walked over to Bobby's desk.

"I got stacks of lore; biblical, pre-biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit." The older man continued showing them an illustration of an angel reaching into hell to grab a soul in the shape of a man.

"What else?" Dean questioned wanting more answers.

Did he look like the Encyclopedia Britannica of monster lore?

"What else, what?" Bobby replied slightly annoyed.

"What else could do it?" The elder Winchester clarified.

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing, but I know someone who might know more about the angels." Bobby answered biting the bullet and getting ready to explain his most recent house guest that they had yet to meet and for good reason.

"Who?" Sam asked curious.

"Me." A feminine voice answered making the older hunter inwardly face palm.

All eyes turned towards the voice. There, in the doorway with her hands in her pockets, was a crimson haired woman with sapphire blue eyes. Her hair was long and weaved into a single braid which draped over her right shoulder. She was roughly five feet ten inches tall and had a somewhat curvaceous frame. She was dressed in dark blue jeans, a long sleeved black shirt, a navy blue jacket, and black combat boots.

"And you are?" Dean demanded in his usual snarky attitude.

"My name is Artimes Blaine. You can call me Artz." She answered smiling, completely unfazed by his hostility.

"Well my name is…" Sam started trying to be polite to the newcomer.

"You're Sam and Dean Winchester, sons of John and Mary Winchester. You became hunters after your mother was killed by a yellow eyed demon called Azazel, who you killed with the Colt, a gun capable of killing a demon. Your father made a deal to save your life, Dean, and you, in turn, made one to save Sammy which is what landed you in hell in the first place. You were rescued and returned to your body, in perfect condition, by an angel named Castiel, with whom you have recently met." She rambled either not noticing or not caring that both brothers had tensed up considerably.

"How the hell do you know all that? Are you psychic or some other crap?" Dean demanded his entire body coiling tighter, responding to the possible threat that the woman presented.

"Not psychic in the slightest. I'm from another world, Dean, also known as a parallel reality. In the world from which I come from, the events that transpired after you and Sammy reunited to find your father are depicted as episodes in a television show called 'Supernatural'." She explained calmly, her entire posture radiating honesty.

"And you just expect us to believe that load of crap?" The elder Winchester snapped eying the woman carefully.

She opened her mouth to speak her response, but Bobby spoke up in her defense.

"You should, Dean. For three months solid, she insisted that you were coming back, that an angel named Castiel would save you. She even knew about the hand prints burned into your arms." The older hunter stated calmly.

The ginger smiled softly at the older man in appreciation.

"You can't seriously believe this, Bobby?! It's crazy! Even by our standards!" Sam exclaimed looking back at the older hunter in shock and outrage.

"Crazy is what we do, idjit, but if you don't want her help then by all means, keep flapping about like a fish out of water." Bobby replied his tone extremely irritated.

Dean looked from the ginger haired woman to his father like figure and back again. It was obvious that they had formed some kind of connection over the last three months, but he wasn't sure how strong that connection was. It was clear that she knew things, but he wondered how much. There was only one way to find out.

"I'm going to ask you one simple question and you're going to answer it honestly." Dean stated giving the woman a fierce and determined look.

He closed the gap between them and bent down slightly.

"How long?" He asked his tone too low for the others to hear, but his eyes conveyed the true question.

He was asking her about something that only he would know about, because he hadn't told anyone about that time; how long did it take for that bastard, Alistair, to break him while he was in hell? She looked him square in the eyes, a deep sadness shining in those sapphire blue depths. She leaned forward slightly.

"Thirty years." She whispered her voice barely audible.

His jaw tightened as he just stared at her. Those two words had just ripped him apart inside and she was looking at him with such kind and forgiving eyes. It made him feel guilty for testing her in such a way. She probably didn't want to remember it anymore than he did.

"Tell me everything you can about the angels." He ordered his tone gruff but gentle.

She nodded her head, a silent understanding passing between them as they straightened up. She opened her mouth to speak, but the younger Winchester cut her off.

"You believe her, Dean? Just like that?" Sam asked an incredulous look on his face.

Before the elder Winchester could respond, the red head spoke up.

"Dean, I'm gonna borrow Sammy for a few minutes." Artimes stated grabbing Sam's arm gently and ushering him out of the room.

Sam went willingly, wanting to get some answers out of her himself without Bobby or Dean around. Once they were gone, the blonde turned towards the older hunter.

"Do you believe her?" He asked still a little shaken from his brief interlude with the ginger.

"Up until a couple of days ago, not completely, but Dean, she knew about Castiel, about you and your arms, and you told me that the grave site looked like a bomb had gone off. She knew about that too. She knows things, Dean, all the way back to when Sam joined up with you at Stanford. She knows things that only we should know and I was kind of there when she arrived. Flash of light and wham, she was there." The older hunter answered shaking his head slightly as he remembered that day, "Craziest damn thing I've ever seen…angels included."

Dean walked back over to Bobby's desk and placed his hands on its surface, staring at the illustration in the book again. The older man didn't know how right he was about her knowing things and Dean was one hell of a people reader. She believed that she was speaking the truth and that actually scared him more than the fact that she knew things. He was caught between wanting to trust her or gank her. His insides twisted at the thought of her lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. It felt so completely wrong so he mentally disregarded that idea. That was one life he couldn't end. It would feel like he was killing himself.

"Do you trust her?" The elder Winchester finally asked looking up at the man who was like a father to him.

His answer would set the path he would walk in regards to the crimson haired woman. Would he trust her or would he keep her at arm's length?

Meanwhile, Artimes and Sam ventured a good piece away from the house so they couldn't be overheard by the other two hunters. The younger Winchester eyed the red head like a hawk. He didn't know her, he didn't trust her, she had somehow swayed Bobby to her side, and had even gotten under his brother's skin. He didn't sense anything demonic from her…in fact, he felt unreasonably at ease while in her presence, almost peaceful like everything would be alright with her around. He shoved that feeling aside and focused on getting answers.

"What the hell did you say to my brother?" He demanded common courtesy being thrown out the window.

"That is between Dean and myself. I will not divulge your brother's secrets to you. Not unless you want me to divulge yours to him." She answered meeting his gaze.

His eyes narrowed, his body tensing in readiness. She couldn't possibly know about his dealings with Ruby. No one did…he had made certain of it.

"What secrets might that be?" He inquired extremely cautious, his eyes never wavering from the woman before him.

"Let's start from the top of the list, shall we? You're working with a demon named Ruby, you are banging said demon, using the psychic powers given to you by Azazel, and…oh, you're drinking demon blood. Did I miss anything?" She answered her tone serious and if one had listened carefully, a little disappointed.

Sam stared at her, his mouth running dry and his heart pounding harshly in his chest. She knew, she knew about him and Ruby…and everything. He didn't believe her story about her being from a different world or the crap about the show, but he could not deny the fact that she knew things that no one else should know. He wasn't quite sure how to proceed. His first thought was to kill her, the threat she posed being too great to ignore, but the thought of running her through with a knife or shooting her didn't sit well with him. He knew deep down he wouldn't be able to kill her. He just didn't have it in him.

"So what are you going to do then? Blackmail me?" He asked significantly on edge.

Hurt flashed across her sapphire blue eyes and the brunette felt guilt and remorse bubble up inside of him. Her eyes became sad, more like crestfallen, and she looked almost resigned. His stomach twisted into knots and he felt a little ashamed for being so harsh. For a brief instant, he reminded himself of his father which intensified his guilt.

"No. I just want to help you is all." She answered softly, her voice reflecting the hurt she was feeling.

"Yeah, help how?" He snapped causing her to flinch.

He immediately regretted raising his voice because it was clear from her reactions that she didn't like yelling. When she had flinched, it was like she had became a small and breakable child, cringing or hiding away. It made him even more guilty.

"I have to warn you before it's too late." She started determination slowly taking over her previous vulnerability.

"Warn me about what?" He asked using a softer tone.

"Ruby. She's not what she appears to be, Sam. She's working secretly with Lilith, so secretly that no other demon knows about it." She continued.

"That's bullshit! Ruby wants to kill Lilith!" He yelled in outrage.

He could see her fighting the need to bolt but she stayed to continue talking. He had to give her credit for being brave, but he was still pissed.

"I understand that you don't believe me considering everything Ruby has done for you. She saved you from yourself when you were going to take a suicide run at Lilith, she trained you in your psychic powers so that you could save the people hijacked by demons rather than killing them with the knife, and that she gave you an emotional rock to give you a purpose again, but she is manipulating you in the worse way possible…through your heart.

There is nothing she will not do to complete her task. A task which is connected to what will be happening soon. I'll tell you about the events that will unfold as proof of my foreknowledge then you can decide whether or not I am telling the truth about Ruby for yourself. I'm simply giving you all the information so that you know exactly what you are getting into." Artimes replied pausing to wait for his approval.

He looked away from her, still very angry that she would accuse Ruby of such things. He flat out refused to believe that the female demon was working for that white eyed bitch. There was no way, was there? Despite his faith in the dark haired demon, his instincts were telling him to at least give the crimson haired woman a chance to prove herself. He looked back over at her and saw the desperation and hope in those sapphire blue depths. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head. He watched as her posture visibly relaxed and she took a deep breath.

"Lilith will soon begin her campaign of unlocking the seals to a place called 'The Cage'. Only sixty six are required to open it; however, there are over six hundred seals that can be broken. Lilith will begin with a spell that will make certain spirits forcibly rise. It's called 'The Rising of the Witnesses'. The ghosts are in agony when they rise, so much so that their souls are branded with a particular mark, commonly located on their right hand. Lilith will choose the spirits of the people that hunters couldn't save…not only putting the hunters off their game but ensuring that the ghosts will gun directly for them. The only way to send them back to rest is by casting the counter spell and that has to be done over an open fire." She explained quickly.

The younger Winchester blinked a few times. His brain was trying to catch up and wrap around everything she had just told him which was a lot more than he bargained for.

"What does 'The Cage' contain?" He asked going with the first question that popped into his mind.

"The devil himself…Lucifer." She answered her eyes completely serious and her tone hard as stone.

Dean turned around as Sam and Artimes rejoined them in the living room. The elder Winchester noticed how his younger sibling seemed very deep in thought, periodically glancing towards the red head. He wondered exactly what had happened to them outside and what exactly she had said to his brother to make him look so out of sorts, but he figured asking either of them would just lead to a headache. Besides, they needed to get back to the matter at hand.

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" Dean asked putting them back on track.

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby piped up.

"Definitely." Artimes concurred.

Sam nodded in agreement.

"I don't know guys." Dean stated having a hard time believing the notion that there was a God.

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choir boy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam stated catching on quick.

"Proof?" The blonde echoed.

"Yes." The red head and the brunette said in unison.

Sam gave her a weird look so she just shut up.

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it." The elder Winchester replied hotly.

Artimes leaned against the wall, tuning out most of the conversation. She knew all of this already so she didn't bother to pay attention. She thought about her first meeting with the brothers and how it had gone. She had known that it would be torrential and knew that wouldn't believe her or trust her in the slightest, but it still hurt. She cared so much about them and had heard a lot of stories from Bobby about the boys as they had grown up.

She was fighting every instinct she had to simply tell them about everything that was going to happen. They wouldn't believe her and that was okay. She promised herself that she would always be there for them and protect them for as long as she was able. She knew there was good chance of her dying along the way, but if it kept her boys safe, she didn't care what price she had to pay.

She was brought back to reality when Dean conceded defeat.

"Fine. What do we know about angels?" He asked not happy with the entire situation.

Bobby picked up a pile of fat and weighty books and put them in front of Dean with an audible thud. Th elder Winchester looked at the stack incredulously then glanced over at the red head, a silent plea in his eyes. She smiled slightly and nodded.

"Start reading." The older hunter stated flatly, disrupting the silent conversation between the blonde and the red head.

Dean looked at the books one final time before turning to Sam, his expression completely serious.

"You're gonna get me and Artz some pie." He stated firmly, grabbing the top book and walking away.

The ginger sighed as she walked over to the desk. She hoisted the remaining stack into her arms and faced the younger Winchester.

"Peach cobbler, please." She requested before turning and following after the elder Winchester into the kitchen.

Artimes and Dean sat at the kitchen table, books scattered across its surface. The red head sat in the chair facing the kitchen sink and the blonde sat in the chair to her right. They both were flipping through books and drinking beer; though Artimes barely touched hers.

"Why would anyone want to watch our lives? Sick bastards." Dean commented taking a swig from his beer.

The red head chuckled as she flipped a page.

"'Saving people, hunting things, the family business.' Some people watch it for the monsters and the gore fest. Others watch it for the hot chicks and the sex, but some of us watch the show because of the story." She replied sipping from her beer before flipping to the next page of her book.

Dean watched her for a moment, a curious expression on his face.

"I'm guessing you're in the last category." The blonde deduced.

She put down her beer and looked up at him, smiling softly.

"The story of two brothers, fighting against the odds to save people or to simply save each other. Never giving up no matter what kind of shit was thrown at them. Taking on all sorts of monsters, no matter how impossible it might be. You have no idea how many people are inspired by your life, Dean." She replied eyes shining with honesty and admiration.

He cleared his throat before looking away quickly. He could feel his face heating up. He was a little overwhelmed by how strongly she felt about this show…a show about his and Sam's life. He was a touch embarrassed and didn't know what to say to such honesty. His thoughts went in circles until a question popped into his mind.

"Do you have a favorite character?" He asked looking back at her.

Their eyes met and she smiled a mischievous smile, sparking his curiosity even more.

"I do." She answered.

"Who is it?" He asked his anticipation growing.

"Do you really want to know?" She countered leaning forward slightly.

"Yeah." He replied breathlessly, noticing how close they were becoming.

Her eyes softened, their sapphire depths warm and kind. His breath caught in his throat and his heartbeat accelerated but in a good way. She opened her mouth to speak her answer, their faces just inches apart but Bobby came into the room.

"Hate to break up such a tender moment, but we have to go." He stated firmly.

Dean pulled back, slightly flustered and mentally scolding himself for getting so worked up. Artimes looked up at the older hunter, her eyes tinged in sadness and worry.

"It's Olivia, isn't it? She's not answering." She replied.

Bobby nodded.

"That's why need to go and check up on her. Thanks for pestering me about that too. Damn old age making forget shit." The older man commented earning a small smile from the red head.

"I guess we'll get going when Sammy gets back." Dean stated.

Bobby nodded his approval of the plan and the two hunters prepared to leave. Artimes sat at the table, staring at floor. She knew it was already too late for Olivia Lowry and for several other hunters as well. She had advised Bobby to call and check up on the hunters in hopes that they could be warned about the Witnesses, but it looked like she had failed. She decided then and there that she would do all she could to get the counter spell casted sooner rather than later, hopefully saving someone, anyone from having their hearts ripped out of their chest. She could not allow herself to fail again. Too many lives were at stake. Her shoulders sagged like they were being weighed down by an invisible burden. Could she really change anything at all or was she simply a distraction? She honestly didn't know, but she knew she had to try...for Sam and Dean.

Lady A: There you have it! Chapter 1 of Chosen is complete! I know it's a bit quirky by not having a real back story to the OC that fell into the universe, but don't worry, more will be revealed about her in due time. Leave tons and tons of reviews and be on the lookout for Chapter 2: Rising of the Witnesses! So stay tuned!