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The loud dripping of the leaky pipes add to the creepy effect of the dark factory I was in. It's like a scary movie where the girl is peeking around with a flashlight and gets killed by a slasher. I laugh to myself as I walk through the damp floored hallway.

"Come on where the fuck are you?" I mutter to myself. This stupid fucker has been using my face to get away with murders all over the the place, moving cities every few days and states every few weeks. I've finally tracked him… her to this little run down place in the middle of Nebraska. It's her fault my face is plastered on every FBI Most Wanted list in the country.

I keep walking, and a few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming from slightly behind me. I can already tell who it is coming my way. I smile to myself for a second and then quickly get into character.

"Lady, you need to get out of here!" A voice yells and I turn to see someone shining a flashlight my way. I turn my head their way and there are tears streaming down my face. Even through my blurred vision, I can still see Sam roll his eyes and progress his way towards me.

"Get out. You're interrupting something." Sam places his hand on my shoulder, shoving me out of his way to continue down the hall, and I swear I could feel the emptiness in him as his skin touches mine. I shiver.

I turn back quickly and face Dean. I lay on the fear thick. "Something attacked me. I-I-I don't have any idea what it was. It had this gooey skin and it tried to..."

"Where?" Dean asks, sneakily pulling a silver knife from his back pocket.

"It was a security guard. He-he was...um.. Down there." I say pointing at the torn up plastic covering the doorways.

"What's your name?"

"Jacklyn." I lie.

"Well Jacklyn how about you get out of here and my brother and I will find him." Sam says with a little too much attitude. I glare at him as I walk towards the wooden stairs.

I turn around and cross my arms, in normal girl fashion. "Hey, it attacked me. I think I have the right to help you… catch whatever it is."

"You're a little girl. If you want to help, get out of the factory."

"That's quite sexist." I say, slightly offended.

"He didn't mean it that way, what he means is we don't want you to get hurt." Dean says, trying to explain his asshole of a brother.

"That's a lie." Sam mumbles to himself.

I shoot a glare at him, and say, "Look, Sam, how about you mind your own business and let me find this thing with you guys."

Sam furrows his eyebrows and looks over at me. "How do you know my name?"

I point at Dean, "He said it earlier."

"No he didn't." Sam says quicker than I'd expect.

"Yes he did."

"Listen up doll face, how about you get the hell out of here before I pull you out by your hair." Dean slaps Sam's shoulder and gives him a stern look. Sam steps backwards agitatedly, as if he was backing down but instead he stops and pulls his gun.

"Sam!" Dean yells.

"Whoa… um okay… I think we have reached a misunderstanding?" I say raising my hands. He looks as if he was ready to pull the trigger. I take a few steps forward, like I'm going to try and remove the gun from his hands.

"Why are you even in here anyways? It's abandoned!" Shit, he sounds pissed. I better get this over with quickly.

"Sam, put the gun away. You're scaring the damn girl!" Sam starts to lower his gun at Dean's soft request. I'm still creeping forward, and once I get close enough, I touch both of their shoulders and they collapse to the floor in seconds. I quickly place my hands on their heads, and erase their memories of me.

I stand up and take Sam's gun, stuffing it in back of my pants. I look all over the building before coming to the conclusion that the bastard shifter got away. I walk down the stairs to the entrance and the iron wall creaks when I slide it open.

Cold air bites at my skin but I make my way to my car without a shiver.

I put the keys in the ignition and attempt to start it. It took a few tries for the engine to turn over but when it finally did, I mentally praise the car. Classic rock starts to play quietly to balance the atmosphere.

I drive to a motel close by and park in front of the office.

I take my backpack, get out, and go inside the building. A man behind the desk asks me to sign in and pay.

"These are the keys to room twelve. You go down the hallway and it's your first left turn."

I walk past the man and make my way to the room I'm occupying for the next few days. I open the door to see two beds, a bathroom, and a small table off to the side.

I take off my backpack and throw it on the bed parallel to the one I'm sleeping on. The clock on the wall reads midnight and I sigh, kicking off my boots in the corner of the room. I take off my pants and jacket, leaving me in only a light blue tank top and black underwear.

I lay down in the previously made bed and half an hour later I'm at the brink of falling asleep when I feel someone's presence in the room with me. I sit up, grabbing my gun from under my pillow and training it to the thing at the foot of my bed. I reach to my right, keeping my gun trained on the shadowy figure, and turn on the light to reveal a man in a tan coloured trench coat. 'Oh you've got to be shitting me' I think to myself, lowering my gun. 'It's too damn early for this.'

"You know it's not nice to spy on people while they sleep." I say my voice hoarse from sleeping.

"I wasn't spying, I was waiting for you to awake." His deep, almost monotone voice made me eye him carefully. "I can't touch you, why is that?"

"Why do you want to touch me?" I ask and it finally clicks in my brain. "You're Castiel." I point at him.

"Yes, and.. Wait how did you know that?" I laugh and sit up straighter.

"I know everything about everything. I've heard things about you Castiel, and not all of them are good."

"Who are you?" Castiel asks, clearly confused about my confrontation.

"That's something I can't tell to a Angel like you. I know you'll run off and tell your 'brothers and sisters'." With those words Castiel disappears from my room, leaving me sitting alone.

I turn off the light and tuck myself under my blankets. The warmth satisfies me but I can't seem to shake the thought of the danger associated with Castiel knowing where I am.

Sam

It's Deans groans that wake me up from… whatever I was doing on the floor. I lift my head up and look around. We're inside the factory we were looking around in what I assume to be a few hours earlier. We had gotten a lead on a few shape shifters scattered around town and the last place our latest victim was seen walking into was here.

I stood up, my brain pounding against my skull painfully. I help Dean up from beside me and he rubs his head. "What the hell happened?"

"A girl happened." Castiel says, causing Dean to jump.

"Damn man, you've got to stop doing that." Dean mutters, his voice sounding raspy and very bitter.

I look towards the Angel and cock an eyebrow. "What the hell do you mean a girl happened?" Dean asks ridiculously.

"Come here." Castiel says, Dean and I take a step forward and Castiel puts his hands on our heads. Pain hit me as the memories of a girl came swirling back into my mind.

"How long have we been out?" Dean asks and I check the time on my watch.

"About five hours." I say.

"Then we missed midnight." Dean curses and I feel around my pockets.

"The hell?" I pat my jacket and look to the floor. "That bitch took my gun."

"What?" Castiel shakes his head.

"I pulled it on her, she said something, touched us, and then Dean and I wake up here." I explain. "Five hours later."

This is the fully edited and updated chapter one! I hope you guys like it, and if you can take the time to drop a review that would be amazing! I will be posting chapter two as soon as it is done! :)

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