Well, here it goes, my first fic that I am publishing. I do not own the characters or actors of Supernatural (though I wish I did). The only part of this story (so far) that I do own is the creation of Allison Williams. Rating is due to violence, angst, feels, character death, and possible sex scenes in later chapters. Story starts off at the beginning of Season 5.

Enjoy!

I want so much to open your eyes.

'Cause I need you to look into mine.

-Snow Patrol

Run… survive… don't look back… that's all Allison could think of at the moment while something was was chasing her. Not knowing what the hell it was; she took of running the moment she saw it, good thing too, or else it would have caught her right away.

The day had started out just as an average day would; working part time at the diner on St. Clair West trying to make enough money for the first payment of college tuition and housing. Many people were unaware of the fact that Allison was only seventeen and living by herself. She was a hard worker that knew what she wanted- a college education which she thought impossible due to the fact most of her family was dead. The only person Allison felt like she could tell was her only friend and her co-worker Bowie (who she had given the nick-name to due to Bowie's obsession with David Bowie).

Today was a good day, Allison and Bowie were the only two on shift making it less stressful for them to deal with the other workers. When they had finished the 8 hour shift Bowie looked exhausted, " go home, I can close up tonight, I don't got much left to do, go get some sleep," Allison had told her. About 20 minutes after Bowie left is when the shop was done and it was time to take the street car down to her apartment. Locking the door and leaving the building is when she heard the rattling over near the dumpster. Thinking it was nothing more than an animal or a homeless person looking for food to satisfy themselves for the night she didn't think anything of it... Until it started chasing her.

Its bottomless black eyes were dead set on catching its prey.

Allison had done everything she could think of to get it off her back, even went as far as stabbing it when it went to grab her with her switchblade she always kept in her back pocket due to reasons.

Running through the downtown streets of Toronto with a black eye-d freak apparently did not look strange to people for some reason. Maybe it was because it was a sketchy part of town and people were used to it; maybe it was the fact that she wasn't screaming, too focused on her breathing. Running fast as she could, turning the corner into a deserted alley seemed like a good idea at the moment to her- too bad it was a dead end.

Trying to find any route of escape Allison bangs against the wall multiple times with her fists as if it would open a secret door to Diagon Alley. Alohomora! At any other time than now she would have found that funny, being the massive fangirl that she was. Unfortunately the only result she had to show for was the bloody knuckles. Hearing footsteps behind her she whips around to see the figure approaching.

Earlier That Morning

Around 1AM

-and Governor O'Malley urged calm...saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or home-grown. "Change the station," Dean told his brother while he gripped the wheel of the rented car with a pissed off expression inscribed upon his face due to the fact he wasn't driving his baby. Also due to the fact that Satan had just been set free from prison and was now running around causing havoc wherever he went.

Sam reaches over and pokes a button on the digital radio and changes the station -hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galvestion area- he changes the station again - announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear- and again - a series of tremors- and again- swine flu-. Sam finally gets tired of hearing the news and shuts off the radio with a sigh. "Dean look-," he starts.

"Don't say anything... It's okay," Dean cuts him off. "We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" unsure if he is trying to reassure himself or his younger brother.

Not wanting to argue with Dean and cause him any more stress Sam just agrees,"yeah okay."

Thankful Sam had let it go for now Dean attempts to break the silence, "alright, well, first things first- how did we end up on Soul Plane?"

"Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas."

Remembering something he had seen in the paper once he gotten off the plane he brings it up to his brother," actually Dean I want to check out a case- before you say anything it looks like an easy one. It's a bit of a ways, in Toronto Canada-"

"Sammy, this isn't a time to go sight seeing- I mean Canada? Really? We don't have time for this!-"

"That's the thing Dean, we do have time, it just sounds like a demon taking out people, which I know is going on everywhere but I just have a hunch that we should follow this one up. We go gank the thing and save some people."

"Yeah because we're so great at doing that," he replies sarcastically. "Whatever you say bro, we go there, if we can't solve it quick we leave, thats my condition, we got bigger things to be worrying about, especially now."

"Don't hide from me girly, I won't hurt you…," the thing called out to her," I just wanna talk."

Yeah right she thought, as if that isn't a cliché horror movie moment. As the thing was getting closer to her she had more time to study its features. The person's (if you could call it a person)'s tattered clothing was soaked in blood, partly from her switchblade she realized, as well as another possible victim. Its hair was matted with tangles and dirt. Then there was the feature that made her uncomfortable, its eyes, it flashed from a normal burgundy color to pitch black- iris and sclera included. "Oh yeah, buy the way, this blood? It's that friends of yours, thought I should tell you that before I kill you," the thing laughed.

The figure moved closer to her, backing her up against the wall. She goes to pull out her switchblade before forgetting that the person pulled it out of its flesh and threw it away down the street a few blocks back. "Tell me where they are kid, I don't want to hurt you," it muttered," then again I kind of do." Her head gets bashed against the cold brick wall and she starts fading in and out of consciousness from the blow. "You want me to do that again?"

"I-I-I-I don't kn-now who you're talking about," she cries out, voice barely audible.

"Of course you do kid, I know their in this town, I know you have seen them, I've been keeping an eye out for those Winchester boys. I saw them go into your diner earlier today, no one forgets the moose and his brother."

Feeling extremely light-headed she wonders if she is hearing things. Moose? Is this guy on drugs? Is that what's happening? Having no route of escape the one question that has been bothering her finally comes out, "what are you?"

"Demon sweetheart," it tells her while giving her a pedophile-like smile and flashing its eyes black once again. At this point being desperate for any chance of escapee she falls and tries to slide against the pavement but doesn't make it quite far enough, only resulting in scraped up knees and even more blood. Once again cornered against the wall and on the ground. Going behind it's back the demon pulls out her switchblade which she left behind and goes to strike her.

Finally losing all hope of survival and feeling extremely light headed she gives up and decides to let the blackness take her, falling into unconsciousness so hopefully she doesn't have to feel any pain.

What the hell is going on

Go gank that son of a bitch Sammy, I'll look after her

Hey kid…kid… wake up

Damn don't do this

The last thing she remembers before losing all consoiusness is the most beautiful set of green eyes peering into hers.

What did everyone think of the 200th!? I loved it so much and now have a lot of feels planed out if I ever write that far. Tell me what you thought of it.