Chapter 1

Let the record state that she was very good at minding her own damn business.

The world just had other plans.

Polly shuffled into her cramped, musty motel room, locking the door behind her as she shrugged off her worn, black leather jacket, and tossed it on the extra bed in the room. She frowned at the sight of it against the dingy green sheets and flopped down on her bed to struggle her way out of the black boots she wore every day. Those, the jacket and a pair of leather pants –black, of course—completed her ensemble.

Was it always comfortable? No. But was it worth it for the way her ass looked in the pants? Hell yes.

It was the one way she was able to stand out. The single way she allowed herself to stand out amongst the masses and draw attention. If the people eyeing her only knew that the tight clothes were the least remarkable things about her…

She laid back, staring at the stains on the ceiling with open disgust. She was so excited that tomorrow marked the end of her two weeks in High Point, North Carolina. It was actually a beautiful city, tons of gorgeous architecture, but every place has its dingy back roads and High Point's just happened to come with one of the most disgusting motels she had ever seen.

It was a rare occasion that she didn't feel put out by the necessity to switch motels every few weeks to avoid anyone getting too close to her.

Realistically, she probably could have stopped running a long time ago, in fact, she surely could have but she never felt safe and there was always a chance something would recognize her.

One of his men.

For most people, all that was left as evidence of her existence were whispers and gossip.

There were only a few who knew there was a chance she was still alive. The ones who were brainwashed into believing she was some fearsome monster that needed to be searched for and exterminated on sight.

That knowledge kept her looking over her shoulder everywhere she went and jumping from state to state, shitty motel to shitty motel constantly.

If we're being honest, running was the thing simultaneously unnerving and keeping her sane. The routine of things. Sure, she always fantasized about what she could be doing with her free time — when she didn't feel so burdened by the possibility of needing to pull out the weapons she always kept tucked inside her jacket but she also knew that she had much too much free time and that what they don't tell you about freedom and possibility is that it's best in small doses.

She got up, walking the two paces it took to get to the tiny bathroom and flicked on the light. Damn, she thought, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a messy pile atop her head, wayward strands sticking out here and there. She pulled the hair tie out and thick, dark waves fell down around her shoulders, framing the lines of her deep, olive toned face. Her brown eyes were wide and she leaned close to wipe away the smudged eyeliner.

She blinked once and suddenly her eyes were two black pits.

Empty masses of absolute nothing like someone'd slid a film over them to keep out the light.

She blinked again and the color came back like it'd been there all along. Chocolate and normal and human.

Her favorite party trick.

Versatility is what she'd call it. An abomination is what much of the civilized world would.

The Holy, the fearful, the pain in the ass hunters.

She hasn't killed anyone in 1,264 days, cross her heart and hope to die and even then it was a group of hunters who had it coming. It was a life or death situation and someone had to get the latter. 5 against 1 when the 1 is her? It just isn't a fair fight.

And considering that every death in self-defense meant she got to live another day with the important people having no reason other than paranoia to believe she was alive, it seemed like a pretty good trade to her.

Hell, with the angels falling from Heaven, the constant apocalyptic panic and Death 1.0 himself dying, it was hard to prioritize much over survival.

Big things were happening in the world.

The Winchesters.

She always smiled at the thought of them. In all honesty, she was a fan. She'd only heard whispers. Two boys and their angel, screwing up the balance between good and evil by daring to be a little bit of both.

On the rare occasions she'd speak to a demon – clueless to who she was, of course – and ask about the happenings of the demonic and angelic world, all she'd hear about was how the Winchesters had done this and caused that and fixed this and killed that. How they were a thing of nightmares.

The way demons talked about the Winchesters, you'd swear they were a little bit in love. But then, demons never knew what was good for them.

The bathroom light was clicked off and the TV turned on as she searched the tiny fridge in the corner for food. She didn't need to eat, sure, but pizza was something even the most powerful beings had to appreciate.

"We're expecting about six inches of rain tomorrow but it should clear up by the 4 o'clock hour and now over to Dan in the studio," the weatherman finished. The news channel was the only one the TV got.

"Ughhh," she moaned, rolling her eyes as she popped the last few slices of pizza into the microwave and grabbed a bottle of water from the grocery bag she'd just brought in, downing it. Perfect, I have to leave in rain.

There was no way she was going to stay another day in High Point. The microwave popped, a few sparks flying at her as if it agreed.

She already had her bag packed. A single backpack with the necessities. Bullets, clothes and everything needed to make a quick getaway if need be.

"And now, this just in," the news anchor started as she settled into bed, her back pressed against the cracked wooden headboard. She picked up a slice and stuffed half of it in her mouth, humming when the taste hit her tongue. "We are receiving reports that there has been an attempted robbery at the Donsherie Museum in Marrakesh. A scepter, which historians date back to before the 12th century was the alleged target of the break-in at around 9 p.m. this evening, that's 2 a.m. their time. We're showing a picture here, I believe."

And on the screen flashed the scepter. Polly froze as she saw it, her food forgotten. It was thin, gold and intricate. Clearly expensive without looking flashy.

Exactly how she remembered it.

"The artifact was well protected, authorities say, which is what kept the thieves from obtaining the item, scaring them off just as security arrived. No leads yet on the perpetrators who have not yet been found."

Polly's mind was racing with all of the possiblys and maybes that could be behind who was after the scepter and why and what it meant that someone had tracked down its location finally.

People had been searching for years, decades, centuries, ever since it disappeared but no one had been able to find it.

Polly, herself, never tried looking. It would have drawn too much attention to her, not to mention she had no lead on its whereabouts. She didn't know anymore than anyone else who was looking for it.

Except now she knew where it was. And she could get it. Easily.

She didn't know what kind of amateurs had tried to go in and get it but they were most likely kept off by the wards that were no doubt surrounding it. Polly knew that all she needed to do was get close and she wouldn't even have to take it.

It would come to her.

Let the record state that she was very good at minding her own damn business.

She'd had a room booked at a place in Monson, Massachusetts all ready to go and was prepared to spend another two weeks in a crappy motel eating old pizza.

She was set to spend the rest of forever running, hiding, doing what she needed to do to get by and survive.

But now she couldn't.

If someone was after the scepter, it was because they knew what it was capable of and were intent on using it. She'd paid no attention to it for years, comforted by the belief that no one would ever find it but now it was clear that inaction wasn't an option anymore.

She had to get it before they did.

She had to come out of hiding.

A/N: I'm super excited to share this story with you all. I've had this character in my head for over a year and she's finally out in the world! I'll likely be double posting today so we can meet our boys next chapter. Thanks for reading! -Gen