Hey guys I hope you all enjoy my new fiction. I decided to do something a little different. I wanted to see if I could introduce a new allie for Sam and Dean to have someone who could offer them support and I wanted it to be a female who was strong and able to handle the truth and help them out.

I hope you enjoy and don't forget guys reviews are love! :D

Better the Crowley you know than the Crowley you don't.

Chapter One:

Rubbing her tired eyes she closed down the computer. The evening had been busy and so had the day. The body had been found on a school car park but what had been weird was the large shape of wings erupting from his sides. She had no leads.

The only thing she and the team could come up was a gang killing but the wings being burnt into the ground? It didn't feel right. What gang would burn a pattern into the ground? None that anyone had heard of and she was sure it was either one assassin or somebody's idea of a sick joke. But then again something just wasn't feeling right.

Lorna Harrow had only been on the homicide department for three months and this was her first time being involved in such a big case. She'd not slept properly for two days and she hadn't gotten any further than having the crime scene investigators check out the building and talking to neighbours.

'You better go home and get some sleep.'

Twisting in her swivel chair she faced Brian and she smiled, 'Yeah I'm going.'

She took him in as he shuffled some paper on his desk behind hers. Brian had been on the force for a really long time and had taken her under his wing. He was tall and just a little on the chubby side with large cheerful eyes and a loud laugh.

He smiled as he turned to face her, 'Oh really? I thought you probably would stay on for a while and then I dunno sleep over till the morning probably on your computer keyboard.'

Lorna laughed, 'You know me too well.' Wiping a hand across her eyes she stood up, 'Well if you want to walk me to my car then you will know I will be leaving for definite and going straight home.'

Brian was married and had teenage kids but he flushed anyway. She knew a lot of the guys she worked with thought she was attractive she dealt with flirtation every day but she knew Brian was a decent guy who just cared about her as a friend. She patted his arm, 'Thanks.'

He smiled widely, 'Kid you are wearing yourself out. You have to take a break you can't let the case rule you.'

She nodded, 'Yeah I know but something is off.'

'Of course it's off but hey we don't have to be here all the time. You need a break.'

They took the elevator down to the car park and he left her at her car whistling as he went.

She drove half way home but the niggling feeling that always followed her around when she knew something wasn't right was pushing away the thought of going to bed early away.

She turned onto the victims' street. The house was silent for now but there had been a continuous police presence. She pulled up alongside the house and looked at it.

The building was like all of the others in the row. All large and white with long porches and three steps up. It was a smart area of town and everyone here had known the victim he'd been a stable person in the community and now instead of being a well lit and merry home it was silent and dark.

Simon Jackson had lived there for three years and was a high school teacher. He'd got friends and hobbies and was on the whole a happy guy. He had no enemies and no problems with money and having checked with his doctor he wasn't receiving any medication for depression so he wasn't suicidal. In actual fact he was a member of the local church and an avid member of a local support group.

'Not a person to be involved with gangs,' she thought out loud. His murder didn't make any sense at all.

The place his body had lain a group of teenagers in the woods said that before his body was found bright lights erupted from the area. A few other eye witnesses saw the same thing.

Taking a deep breath she looked again at the house. Something caught her eye in the main living room window. There was a slight flash of a torch.

Getting out of her car she checked her holster and checked her flashlight.

There had been rain that evening and the pavements were slick with dark rainwater. The air was cool and big fat rain drops splattered in her face as she took three deep breaths. She could smell the fresh scent of gasoline from the cars and the clean scent of water.

'Let's do this,' she muttered to herself as looked around the quiet street.

Running with her gun and flashlight out she headed towards the house she held her breath. Softly climbing the steps she reached the front door. As she stared at the wooden door and on further investigation noted that the police tape had been slit and the door was unlocked.

Knowing she should have called for backup she took a deep breath and pushed the door to the side and took a small step inside the hall.

Her eyes adjusted to the slight gloom. Her ears picked up the sound of feet moving upstairs, taking a deep breath she moved into the hall and softly made her way to the bottom stair.

A slight creak on the floorboard behind her made her turn slightly just as a body collided with hers. It pressed the air out of her lungs and she felt the force of someone's strong length against her own.

She scrabbled to her feet and punched out. She felt her fist connect with a jaw and she grappled with the body flipping him over and pulled out her handcuffs to restrain him.

'Just quit it buddy ok or you could be done for assaulting a police officer.' She pressed her knee into his back to reinforce the idea.

He slumped on his stomach and muttered a quiet, 'Crap.'

As she turned around the light flashed on in the hall she blinked in its light as she stood face to face with another guy who was tall and really muscled.

Pointing her gun at him, 'Detective Harrow who are you and what are you doing here?'

'Great one Sammy,' the voice from her feet made her start, 'Show her your badge.' She realised as the guy spoke that the voice was gruff but pleasant.

She took a slight look at the man on the floor who looked up at her he'd turned slightly onto his side.

His big green eyes took her in and he smiled, 'Hey Detective if you let my partner over there reach into his coat he can get out his FBI badge you can then un-handcuff me and we can go about discussing this like calm rational people. I guess you would love to know why we are both doing in this house at night with no lights on.'

She would have laughed but she decided it would be unprofessional so she lowered her gun. The other guy pulled out an FBI badge and flashed it at her.

'What is the FBI doing investigating a small time teacher and not notifying the local police before hand?'

Dean sighed loudly, 'Can you take these off and then we'll explain.'

His voice was demanding and almost childlike. She knelt on the floor and undid the handcuffs. Cursing slightly for actually doing so she realised it all felt a little strange as though she was going to hear something she didn't want too.