Disclaimer: Everything you see that is famous isn't mine. If Dean was, he would never leave my bedroom.

Background Information

Dean Winchester was my first everything. First love, first boyfriend, first kiss, first heartbreak. He broke my heart, than left me on the side of the road and told me to go my own way and find the vampires that killed my parents. After I left, I came across this nest that had about fifteen vampires. That's how I met Steven. Steven and I were hunting the same vamps, than we decided to travel together in my "65 Mustang." We made a pretty good pair, but I missed Dean and John. John found me after a bunch of vampires hunted down my parents when I was five and brought me to the man who is like a father to me, Bobby Singer. He raised and taught me all about the supernatural world when I was nine. Bobby trained me to kill anything I might encounter, but I took more interest in hunting vampires. Last I heard, Dean had found Sam and whose girlfriend Jessica died shortly after. Sam was like a brother to me, and John was like an uncle but Dean was so much more.

Present Day

Armed with my combat knife and my semi-automatic pistol, I got out of my Mustang, waiting for the signal from Steven to raid the bar. The bar was outside of a small town in Alberta, Canada. Three shots rang out. Shit, I thought. I ran into the bar and all hell broke loose. A half an hour later, Steven and I were ready to go back to the motel where we set up base for the short amount of time we were in Canada. My shoulder hurt like a motherfucker because I wasn't paying attention and a vamp came at me and threw me against the wall. Thank god Steven was there. He blasted that bastard back to hell. We got back to the rent by the hour motel and Steven got out everything he needed to fix me up. " This might hurt" Steven said. I just nodded my head and waited for the pain to start. I took a swing of whiskey which helped numb the pain but not by much. Steven put on the rubbing alcohol on my shoulder and bandaged me up. Than he laid me down on the bed, and told me to sleep. My dreams were filled with the night my parents were killed. When I woke up, Steven was still asleep and snoring like an animal. I quietly went and opened the bathroom door, dragging my duffel bag behind me. I took a shower, letting the hot spray take me to heaven. I than changed my bandages and poured the rubbing alcohol on my shoulder. I slipped on my red tank top and my tight, faded blue jeans with my black biker boots. I than put on some MAC eyeshadow and MAC eyeliner, some grape flavored lip gloss in my front pocket and stepped out of the bathroom to wake Steven up. Steven was already up, wearing a white fitted sleeveless shirt with baggy faded blue jeans held by a studded belt, and black biker boots. His black hair had pure white tips. We turned to each other and got all of our weapons and clothes together. We than opened the trunk and put the clothes in the front and the weapons in the hidden compartment. I put on my thin black leather gloves and we started driving back into the States. When we got past the border, we stopped in a little '50s era diner for a grease cheeseburger with extra onions. As we ate, we heard of people gone missing on County Road 9. We thought it was vampires, so we went to check it out. As we pulled up to the place that the locals said was the place. I killed the engine, just sitting there thinking about what we were going to do. I popped the trunk open and got out. I went to the back and brought out some wooden stakes and a flask full of holy water and my pistol loaded with bullets that were specially made for killing vampires. As we were about to go inside the building, a blast from the past came around the corner. A 1967 Chevy Imapala that I known inside and out playing "Back in Black" by ACDC, came at 160 mph towards us.