Title: Never Say Alone

Author: Jade Dupree

Rating: PG to PG-13/T (For some cursing, violence, and stuff, nothing serious)

Warning: Some cursing, but nothing serious

Show: Supernatural

Genre: Mystery, Romance, Humor

Story Type: Novel

Pairing: Sorta Dean/OC, you'll see as you read.

Complete: Yes, but will post each chapter as they are edited.

Summary: The Winchesters thought they knew what to expect, but when she showed up, they realized they had no idea.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the TV show 'Supernatural', any and all characters from the TV show belong to the creators of said TV show. Do not own Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, or any of the other actors. The only people I own in here are Isabel, her family, and friends, along with any other characters that I end up creating for the purpose of this fan fic. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it is simply an idea I had as to what might happen in Season 2, which I highly doubted would. I just wanted to try my hand at this style writing and also show my appreciation for this amazing show.

Author's Note: After I saw the end of Season One I started to get an idea as to what might happen right after the crash with the Impala. So slowly I began to jot down some ideas and before long I had a few chapters wrote with ideas for how the whole story itself will turn out. I hope you all enjoy it. But be warned, at the time of writing the story, I had missed episodes and was only going on what I'd seen with the characters, plus tying them in with how they would react to my character(s). This is also about seven years old, and I'm just reposting what I had written previously. So with that in mind, please be gentle.

~Chapter 1~

She saw it all. The huge 18-wheeler crash into the black Impala. It was like the driver of the truck had even speed up to get to the car. Quickly, Isabel Berkeley pulled her midnight blue corvette off to the side of the road, jumped out like a jackrabbit, and raced over to the other vehicles. In the crushed Impala, she could hear the sound of a groan, and see three figures with blood covering them.

"God, please don't let them be dead," she whispered, as looked into the car.

Suddenly she felt a hard grip on her shoulder, and then she was sent flying through the air. Isabel landed with a thud on ground about ten feet from the crash. Sitting up, she shook her head to get her brain to stop spinning and saw the truck driver reaching into the car then pull someone out.

"There ain't no way he could do that," Isabel whispered to herself, "Demon."

As fast as lightening, she was up and charging to the car once more.

"Hey you freak! It'll take more then that to get rid of me!" she shouted as she lunged toward the man.

He turned towards her as she tackled him to the ground. He tried to fight her off.

"I command you to leave this man's body and go back to the pits of Hell where you belong."

"You hold no power over me, b!tch!" the thing hissed.

Isabel grinned slowly, "Oh but I do," she said as she pulled out a cross necklace, "I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ, to do as I say!"

The man let out a scream of bloody murder, and then thick smoke came rushing out of his mouth. Isabel moved away from the man as the demon loomed over him before bursting into flames and then fading away.

Isabel sighed then checked the driver. He was dead. She bit her lip before whispering a prayer to God.

A painful groan pulled her away from the man. Carefully getting up, she walked back to the Impala and saw the young man the trucker first pulled out. He was about twenty-two or twenty-three. He had shaggy brown hair, with dirty blue jeans, a t-shirt. And to keep him warm he wore a pull over button up shirt with a jacket, and a pair of boots. Blood was everywhere.

Isabel knelt beside him, checking for a pulse, relieved that there was one. There was no time to waste; she had to get him to safety along with the other two as well. She moved and got a hold of the young man from under his arms, dragging him closer to her car. Then she ran back, and did the same with the older man. He kind of looked like the younger one, so she guessed they were father and son. He too had on blue jeans with a t-shirt, a button pull over, and a blue jean jacket with boots.

Once she had him pulled next to his son, she heard something move in the Impala. She rushed back and saw the man in the back sit coming to. She couldn't get a good look at him, it was too dark, but she knew he was covered in blood as well.

"Dad? Sammy?" The harsh whisper came from the man.

"Their safe," she said as she knelt down beside the driver side door to watch him.

The man froze and then in a hard voice asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Isabel. I'm not going to harm you. I got your father and your brother away from the crash. Hurry, I need to get you out and call 911."

"Why should I trust you?"

Isabel slowly moved to sit down in the driver seat to look at him, but she was careful of the glass. That was when she got a good look at him, about twenty-six no older, with slightly spiked dark hair. His eyes looked brown, but it was hard to tell since it was so dark. The one thing for sure she could see in his eyes was that they had a small amount of fear in them. You had to look real hard to see it. But for Isabel, she could see a lot of things most people missed. Plus like they say, the eyes are the key to a person's soul.

"Well?" he growled.

"You can trust me because I stopped to help."

He smirked. "Not good enough."

"Look, if you couldn't trust me, would I really be sitting here and wasting my time trying to convince you?"

He stared at her for a moment, and then nodded his head.

"Good," she said as she stepped back out and reached for the passenger door on the driver's side, "Ok, can you move at all?"

"A little bit." He said slowly moving to get out.

"What's your name?" Isabel asked as she helped pull him from the car.

"Dean," He mumbled.

"Well Dean a pleasure to meet you. Geez, you are covered in a lot of blood. There must be a ton of glass in the back for you to be that covered."

Dean rested against the Impala and stared at her.

"I'm sorry. Do you think you'll be able to walk some to the others?"

He nodded.

"Do they have names?"

"Don't worry with that right now," Dean said biting his lip as he stared at his car.

Isabel watched him for a moment, "I can tell this car meant a lot to you, Dean, but we have to leave it. We need to get whatever you all need from here and I have to either call 911 or take you guys to a hospital."

"No you aren't calling anyone," he snapped trying to stand up, wincing in pain and leaning back against the car.

"Whoa, no don't do that." Isabel was at his side, gently touching his arms, "Look, you could bleed to death if I don't get you some kind of help and I have to call 911 over this accident. If I don't I could get in trouble… plus the truck driver is dead."

Dean glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, "Dead? How?"

"I guess on impact or something," she said carefully.

Dean shrugged some, trying to play it cool. He wiped the blood off his mouth slowly. Man, did he feel like crap. And his car, his beautiful car… just look at it! It was completely destroyed. No way to fix her up now… The woman started to try and lift up his shirt. Dean grabbed her hand out of instinct, causing him to bite his lip against the pain that shot through him, and making her flinch.

"Dean, you're hurting me. Please stop," she said firmly, "I was just trying to see how bad the damage is."

"Take me to my family."

Isabel looked at him and then sighed. She moved to his side, put an arm around his waist, placed his arm around her shoulder, and slowly they begin to move to his father and brother. Dean hated the fact he had to have her help him, but he knew if he tried on his own he would risk injuring himself even more. So he lightly leaned on her, knowing that she wouldn't be able to handle all of his weight and slowly they got to where the other two were.

Dean bit into his lip as he looked at them.

"They're not dead. Just unconscious," Isabel whispered as she looked up at Dean. "Let's get you over to my car. You can lean against it to rest."

Once Isabel had Dean on the ground against her tire she sighed and stretched. Dean watched her, finally noticing just who had saved them.

Isabel was a girl of medium height, long legs, a slight tan, strong arms, shoulder length brunette hair, perfect sized breast for her body, and he couldn't help but grin over just how her jeans fit her butt. They were just tight enough to give him a nice view of it, but still leave him wondering what was under those damn jeans. Her dark colored shirt was covered with his family's blood, but it looked to have been some kind of band shirt.

Dean watched as Isabel threw a look at him with her arms gracefully wrapped against her flat stomach. He could have sworn her eyes sparkled for a moment and he wished to know what color her eyes were. He watched as she walked back to him and knelt down.

"I should call someone… but I am guessing that your family is in some kind of secret stuff."

Dean just stared at her, not giving anything away.

"Look, I want to help you guys. But you're gonna have to give me something, Dean."

"I figured that was coming… what do you want?"

"You're full name."

"Dean Kinkade."

Isabel stared into his eyes. He didn't like that. No one ever stared like she was staring; it was almost like she could see his soul.

"You're a crappy liar, Dean. Try again."

"How in the world would you know I am lying?"

She flashed a smile, "I'm just that good. So are you going to answer me or not?"

Dean sighed heavily then muttered, "Winchester."

Isabel stared at him, "Winchester? As in John, Dean and Sam Winchester? The family of all guy hunters?"

"How did you know that?"

"Internet. Can't hide to much now days," she said and then sighed, "Alright, I'll take you all down the street to a friend. He can keep a secret and get you all fixed up… I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave your Impala though."

"Just get us going," Dean growled.

Isabel nodded firmly, and then helped Dean into the passenger seat. She hurried, getting John and Sam into the back seat fast. As she walked around the front of her car, she saw Dean had passed out, which gave her time to run back to the Impala and get anything she could lay her hands on that would identify who they were.

She had found them finally. She couldn't let them get caught.