I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters in the series. I wrote this on paper a week in September 2017 with so much passion, and boredom. I didn't know I'd like a series as much as I do Charmed. It's mature for cussing, violence, self harm, and suicidal thoughts yet I'm hoping this ain't too dark since I got the entire thing complete, and typed up. There's mention of rape, and incest so be prepared.

I'm not apologizing for writing this, and distracting myself from everything I'm now having to deal with in my broken life. Shit hits the fan, and we all go insane. Cheers drink to that so enjoy this or don't because, your happiness isn't up to me, but it's up to you. Love you, and let me know if there are any mistakes or how you feel about it.

[NOT EDITED. "MISTAKES WERE MADE."]

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Ace furrowed her eyebrows in a look of confusion. She hardly knew many people given her current state of silence. She was unlike most normal people, and her mom was the only one who knew the truth about the petite girl. Her eyes were a honey color shade of hazel, and her auburn hair fell in luscious curls down her to the middle of her back. She had recently turned nineteen, and there was no change in her muteness.

"Ace, we already talked about this. This is your new work uniform for the job you scored at the Waffle House diner. They already know you're mute, but they want to try to help you come out of your shell." Jac gave her daughter a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. Her caramel brown hair was loose, and curly while her eyes were a piercing green grey color.

Ace only nodded her head in agreement with her mom. She kept giving her new work uniform a dirty look as she forced her small body into the snug fitting outfit. The uniform was a yellow dress with orange stripes running down the sides of the front, and back. She had undone buttons to reveal some cleavage, but not too much with a pearl necklace hanging comfortably around her neck. She could feel the tension of the day beginning to rise knowing fully well that something or another was about to take place.

"Ace, sweetie?" Jac curiously called to get her daughter's attention. She watched as Ace popped up in the kitchen giving her mother a 'what?' look so she could go on speaking to her mute daughter.

"I know this life is difficult for someone as unique, and as special as you. You are a strong empath that feels way too much negativity. I wish I could bare that pain for you." Jac smiled at her daughter, and pulled the auburn haired girl in for a heartwarming hug.

Ace gave her an expectant look when she had released her to see if the woman had anything else to say to her.

"I love you so very much," Jac wiped at her eyes as something else popped into her mind, "if anyone by the name of Winchester comes into the diner looking for me send the person my way so I can finish what your grandfather started."

Ace feared those cold words of her mom. She had never heard such venom in her mother's voice which had her shooting Jac a curious look by accident. She didn't want her mom yelling at her before her shift at work.

Jac didn't miss the look, and sighed. She was ready to throw her hands up in the air.

"Ace, I will explain everything to you after you get off work. Be careful, and do not trust the name I gave you under any circumstance. Do you understand?" Jac quizzed, praying her daughter received the message.

Ace knew who to trust, and who not too trust which was a good majority of the world. She gave her mom the reassurance she needed, and headed off to work with this weird vibe making itself known in the pit of her stomach. She had stopped talking seven years ago after her father died to protect her from some sort of evil force, and after the bullying in school began. She was a misfit, and always would be even as she stepped into the Waffle House to begin the stressful job that was. All day, Ace would wait on rude people, and serve them without having to say a word with was fine by her.

Ace was working in an old fashioned diner where the salespeople solely survived on tips, and sometimes the check covered it. Her days were dark, and bad due to the rude people who stopped by, and sit in her section. She worked the Waffle House job for three entire weeks when her life took a turn for the twisted, and unexpected. She was working the night shift for a change, and two unfamiliar guys walked into the diner. One guy was taller than the other with dark hair, blue eyes, and a face that resembled a puppy dog whereas the other guy was a few inches short of the taller one with short dirty blonde hair, and mix of green blue eyes.

Ace grew really anxious all of a sudden, but she tried her best to remain as calm as could be. She caught the second guy checking her out which made her the tiniest bit uncomfortable.

"We are looking for a Jaclyn Charles. Do you happen to know where we can find her?" The tall guy asked one of Ace's co-workers.

Her ears perked up at the mention of her mom. Her heart began to flutter out of control.

"Who wants to know?" The co-worker curiously inquired.

Ace hadn't been working the diner long enough to fully remember the names of her co-workers, but she had been slowly getting good at remembering.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother; Dean." The tall one replied, making sure to glance at his brother.

Ace had caught wind of the name, and harshly gulped. She was going to have to get out of dodge while wondering what her mom did to upset the stern looking men. She could sense their calm anger, and she very much disliked it. She almost thought she was in the clear until her co-worker whose name turned out to be called, Shannon had to go, and give her up.

"Did you try asking her daughter? Ace Hatter." Shannon putting the auburn haired girl at a disadvantage.

Ace sighed, and removed her apron. She went to the backroom knowing the bathrooms didn't have any windows she could crawl out through. She started for the exit door to the back, but her way was blocked by that Dean character. She mentally cursed herself.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asked the mute girl as Sam hurried to the doorway seeming out of breath, "where's your mother?"

Ace pressed her lips together in a tight line refusing to speak. She had been unable to speak for many years, and she wasn't even sure she could speak anymore.

"Are you deaf?" Dean rudely tried while Sam cautiously watched her.

Ace gave no implications that she heard either of their voices. She played as dumb as she could for as long as possible.

"Well?" He asked causing her to flinch at the loudness of his tone proving she wasn't deaf.

"Dean, I don't think she's deaf. Maybe, mute." Sam noted causing his brother to glance at him.

"Mute?" Dean asked in disbelief.

Ace caught wind of the word, and vigorously nodded her head in agreement.

"You see." Sam said as if that made anything better.

"Still proves nothing. We have to take her with us, and I'm not asking. Jaclyn is one of the more bigger threats." Dean informed his brother who didn't like the words coming out of his mouth.

"Dean, it's-" Sam began only to be interrupted.

"This Ace girl has two options. Either tell us what we want to know about her mother or we kidnap her, and force her to tell us." Dean spoke with finality in his voice.

Ace very much disliked the Dean character. She would never give her mother up since she was the only best friend she ever had. Nobody else got the auburn girl, and nobody else. She shook her head in disagreement with Dean, and she flipped the light switch off so she could divert the fools. She managed to get out of the back door only to be tackled to the concrete ground by Dean.

Still no words escaped the mute chick.