So this story came to me while I was binge watching Supernatural season 10. It's going to follow the season closely, but I plan on taking some liberties. The title comes from a Gotye song by the same name that I sadly find myself listening to for hours.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing...

A/N- This chapter is going to follow 10x07 Girls, Girls, Girls and flow into 10x08 Hibbing 911. I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter. Let me know what you think!

Giving Me A Chance

Natalie didn't think of herself as someone of any importance. She was an only child of a drunk cosmetologist and cheating car salesman. By nineteen she had a steady waitressing gig at a local dive bar and two classes a semester at the community college. Ten years later she realized, she should have taken the loans and gone off to some fancy college to get an expensive degree and far away from the Midwest. If she'd done that then maybe she wouldn't be living like a black cat cooped up in a warded bunker and working on life number three.

If Natalie Tate had become something more than a bartender dabbling in magic, she never would have met Sam and Dean Winchester. If she never met the Winchesters than she wouldn't be hiding under her bed as her body began to go into shock from blood loss and just plain exhaustion.

"Come on, Nat." Dean's voice boomed from the hallway.

Clenching her jaw, Natalie pulled her hand away from the oozing wound at her side as she waited for the echo of his heavy boots getting closer to the bedroom before she once again tried to put a containment spell on her door.

"I just want to talk, Natalie. Come on out, sweetheart."

A whimper escaped her lips as he reached her door and tried the handle. A blackness began to creep across her vision as she focused all her energy on holding the spell in place and blocking out the warm pool quickly saturating her torso.

"You really think some bitchcraft is keeping me out of there? How much juice you got left? I can go all night, sweetheart and you know it." She physically jolted as he threw his body against the wood.

"Cas, if you can hear me…I'm not gonna make it much longer." Natalie began to pray. "Do me a favor… let me go this time? I don't care how much he begs when you guys get him out of this. It might even kill him, and I'm sorry to leave you and Sam to deal with that, but I can't live like this. I'm not strong enough, never was."

~SEVEN MONTHS EARLIER~

"Natalie Tate?" A man's voice called from down the bar. Natalie tried to keep her eyes from rolling, but she wasn't always good at controlling her actions. Especially after working six days in a row, and the last two being doubles.

"What can I do for you, tiger?" She asked as she slid a pitcher of beer to a group of frat guys. "Beer, whiskey, or something stronger?"

"Beer and a little something extra." He says. "My name's Cole. I hear you can help me find someone."

This time she allowed her annoyance to show through. She rolled her eyes as she flipped the cap off a bottle. Her eyes surveyed the bar before she moved towards him and placed the bottle down on the counter in front of him.

"Four dollars for the beer, one fifty for the location." She smiled, "I'll need something of theirs."

"I've got a name." Cole said taking the beer.

"Even better. Meet me in the store room on the left in thirty minutes."

By the time Natalie made it to the back room she had beer spilled down one leg of her jeans, sweat sticking to her cut off t-shirt and her straw blonde hair was a bird's nest on top of her head. She flung the door open to see Cole pacing the small space. She ignored him, instead spreading a large map on a table and pulling out a candle.

"Money first," she outstretched a hand towards him.

"No way, darling. You kept me waiting for two hours. Get me a location first." He said finally coming to a stop. "Dean Winchester."

Natalie huffed out a laugh as she leans on the table. "I'm sorry my day job got in the way of your man hunt. Money first, that's how this works."

He reached behind him and Natalie jumped back as he leveled a gun at her. "The location, darling."

"You do realize I'm a witch, right?" She sighed moving to the table.

"A bullet through the chest will still hurt like a bitch."

Taking in a deep breath she picked up the black candle. "Dean Winchester?" She double checked with the confirmation from Cole she lit the candle and waited for the wax to melt. In a hushed whisper she repeats the name continuously as she drizzled the wax across the map. Cole watched as it moved across the paper with a mind of its own, until it finally pooled in one place. Natalie blew on the liquid before turning to him.

"Well," Cole asked. Natalie rolled her eyes again as she peeled the wax from the map.

"Missouri." She said pointing at the still warm spot on the large map.

Cole moved forward, only lowering the gun slightly. He looked at the map then back up at her. "Where?"

"Come on man, I can get you within 100 miles."

"I want a street." He demanded.

"That's impossible. Not without me having a map that large of the state and if he's mobile…?" Natalie laughed. "Like I said, impossible."

"I'm sorry," he said before throwing an elbow and catching her in the side of the face.

SPN*spn*SPN

It's just after sunrise when Natalie fought back to consciousness. Her head was pounding like a bad hangover. Slowly she realized she was moving and her body spiked with adrenaline. "Son of a bitch." She groaned.

"Morning, darling." Cole smirked from the driver's side of the jeep.

"What the hell? Where are we?" Natalie asked as she took in her surroundings.

"Few miles from Missouri."

"You kidnapped me? You've got to be new to the game." It's then that she realized her hands were tied. "You're not a hunter."

"Soldier."

"Okay and this guy we're going after, Dean? What'd he do to you?"

"Killed my father." He glanced over at her. "He's a demon."

"No, nope." Natalie said tugging at her restraints as panic began to set in. "I don't do demons, monsters, any of that nightmare shit. I'm a regular girl who can barely use magic. He'll kill us. You're way out of your league."

"All you have to do is find him. I'll take care of it from there." Cole said easily.

Natalie sighed heavily as she turned to stare out her window. She felt tears burn in her eyes. "I'll need a map and a few other things. Find me a new age store or something similar and I can make it work."

Against everything Natalie knew about the supernatural world, she helped Cole find his man. As subtly as possible he dragged her down the street. A jacket was thrown over her hands to hide the ropes he refused to remove. A part of her couldn't blame him, because she knew if she ever got the opportunity she'd make a run for it. Instead, she followed him reluctantly. After the last six hours of tracking down Dean, she was already feeling herself fading.

"Stay here," he said as he pushed her against a dumpster in the alley.

"Wait, Cole." She stepped towards him. "Just wait a second, let me go. You've got him. Please just let me go."

"Stay here." He commanded with a stronger shove.

As soon as he moved away, she slumped against the dumpster. He pulled out more rope and tied her to the handle. "I'll be right back."

"And if you're not?" She yelled after him. "He'll kill me too, Cole."

She watched as he moved down the alley, sneaking up on the man in front of him. There was no way for Natalie to hear what was being said, but she did see the redhead run away from both men when Cole finally made his presence known. She watched as the two spoke to one another before the first punch was thrown. Once they were pre-occupied, she focused on getting herself free. It's moments like this she wished she knew more spells. The few she knew would take too much energy. All she could do was pull at the ropes until it burned into her skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cursed under her breath.

"Hey, hey." A voice caused her to yelp as a hand fell on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Please, you have to help me." She begged. His eyes moved from her face to her hands. "This guy wanted me to help him find someone."

"Fine who?" He asked with urgency.

"Dean Winchester, listen please let me go. If this guy is what I've been told…"

"Whoa, slow down. He's my brother, Dean. I'm Sam."

"Shit," Natalie sighed as she slumped against the dumpster once again. "Then untie me or kill me."

"What?" Sam asked surprised by her request.

"Cole said he was after a demon. So…"

"Cole?" Sam's expression shifted quickly as he glanced down the alley behind him. He pulled out a gun and took a step back. "I'll be back."

Natalie tried harder to get the ropes loose around her wrists, only drawing more blood from her raw skin. By the time she gave up, the three men were already heading back in her direction. Her eyes moved over their faces, noticing the damage to two. Her eyes never left Dean as Cole moved towards her.

"I'm sorry, Natalie." He said as he placed his hands carefully over the bloody ropes.

"How did you find Dean?" Sam asked as he stayed behind his brother, eyeing her carefully.

"A locater spell." Cole answered for her. "Figured a witch could find a demon."

"Witch," Sam's voice deepened with surprise. Natalie flinched as she saw the two Winchesters pull out their guns.

"I'm not a witch. Not really." Natalie said, her eyes pleading with Cole to untie her.

"You either are or you're aren't." Dean said.

"I'm not. Can I work a few novice spells yes, but I'm not a natural. Besides, aren't you a demon?" Dean rolled his eyes at that.

"Not anymore." Cole said continuing to untie her. "I'll take her home."

"Wait," Sam said moving closer. Dean watched his brother closely. "What do you need to locate someone?"

"He gave me a name. But object, hair, really anything connected to the person will do." Natalie sighed. "I find people. Do the occasional love spell, maybe give a guy the flu or the clap. Nothing that lasts more than a few hours. Like I said, not a natural. I have to physically tap into my essence to make it work."

"Essence?" Dean asked, still eyeing her suspiciously.

"My life source. It drains me to do magic. And I've been tracking you all day, I'm exhausted." Natalie held up her hands for Cole to untie them again. He eyed the brothers before glancing at her. "Jesus, this is a nightmare."

Rolling her eyes she took in a deep breath. On a slow exhale, she centered her energy. All three men stepped back and leveled their guns at her as a soft light began to glow from the ropes. She felt the restraints give and her body fall from the exertion. Natalie opened her eyes to stare up at the three men pointing guns at her head. She tried to push herself up from the concrete, but found herself too weak and her wrists now bloodied and burned.

"She a monster?" Cole asked.

"A few love spells, huh?" Dean asked moving closer to the woman and eyeing the ash that used to be ropes.

"Call it a failed attempt at self-preservation. You know how many badass hunters I've had to deal with over the years? You don't scare me. You need me. Desperation is just oozing off your aura. That and some heavy waves of rage. So I'll give you the same options as your brother. Let me go or kill me." Natalie said as she stared up at the men. Dean gave her a once over before nodding and aiming his gun.

"Dean, wait," Sam said.

"She's a witch, Sam."

"And maybe she can help us. With the mark. Or finding Rowena." Sam moved closer as Natalie once again tried to sit up fully. "She can come with us." Dean rolled his eyes before knocking her out with the butt of his gun.

SPN*spn*SPN

Natalie woke up chained to a chair in front of a metal table. She wasn't sure where she was, but she could tell there were multiple warding spells and symbols in place. None of which affected her, but the chains around her wrist and ankles seemed to be impervious to any of the spells she knew. There was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her with a bottle of water. She sat motionless for a few hours before Sam came in.

"Natalie, right?" He asked. "Got a last name?"

"Tate. Where am I?" She asked trying not to pull on her restraints. Her wrists now securely wrapped in white medical gauze.

"Safe, you're safe here. You should eat." He suggested motioning to the food.

"I can't." She sighed. "I'm allergic to peanuts."

Sam reached for the plate with a surprised 'oh'. He moved it further away from her. Slowly he took a seat on the side of the table and stared at her. "How's turkey?"

"Good, I guess." This time she did move the chains around her wrists.

"Just until we know we can trust you." He promised. She couldn't stop the scoff that escaped her lips.

"Rowena? Not sure you want to tango with a bitch like that. She'll feel me searching for her." Sam stood up and moved closer.

"My brother…"

"Is an asshole." She said flatly as she motioned to the bruise she knew was still present from Dean knocking her out.

"There's a mark, the first mark." Sam began. "It belonged to Cain." Natalie hung her head as she listened. "We're looking for a way to remove it."

"Try laser therapy."

Sam finally locked eyes with her, glaring for a moment before standing and moving towards the door angrily. Natalie let out a frustrated growl as she watched his retreating back.

"Sorry, but Cain? That's so far above my pay grade. You saw me, I couldn't get out of army ropes without passing out." She yelled across the space. Sam glanced back at her before closing the door. He came back a few hours later with a new sandwich and chips.

"Help us with some research." Sam said as he placed a stack of books in front of her.

"Why do you need my help anyway? You obviously don't trust me, and you're brother wants to kill me. Can't you just drop me off at a bus station? I promise I won't say anything about this, I'll quit using magic if that makes things better. Please."

"An extra pair of eyes can be helpful. And maybe we'll come across a spell that could be helpful. You have to believe me when I say you're safe here, Natalie. I promise you that." All Natalie could do was nod.

Eventually she found herself buried in books. Apparently, if she couldn't do magic then the least she could do was read up on everything involving Cain and even what little witchcraft they would allow her to get her hands on. It felt like months, but more like a few days. Sam was the only one she had contact with, but he did eventually move her into a room with a bathroom and bed. She was still locked in but at least chain free.

Sam still brought her food and more reading material, there were even some days when he would sit with her for a few hours, both engrossed in books. The further she got into the world they were living in, the more she understood why they were so desperate.

"We're heading out for a few days." Sam said as he leaned against her doorframe. "A friend of ours needs some help, and Dean's going stir crazy."

"Okay, where are we going?" She asked, slowly getting off the floor.

"Nowhere. Dean and I should only be gone for two days, no more than four." Sam motioned for her to follow him. "Let me show you around."

"You're letting me out, alone?" She asked moving towards him. "Dean's okay with this?"

"He'll get over it. Just don't make me regret this."

And that's how Natalie learned the layout of the bunker, and completely immersed herself into the world of the Winchesters. She wasn't surprised to find a majority of the bunker locked. There was no way for her to get out and they didn't leave her with a phone other than the pre-historic ones original to the bunker. Again she wasn't surprised. Sam did leave her with a computer with so many parental locks a toddler would have found it boring. He emailed her with a few topics to research as they came to him, and called regularly as a way for him to make sure she was still there and alive.

The second day alone she stumbled onto a series of books that were terrifyingly close to the brother's lives. It took her two days to read them all before she found unpublished versions as well. If these were the men she would be dealing with, then she had to tread lightly and try her hardest to get and stay on their good side.

She was beginning to understand them, Dean's hatred of all things witch made more sense, although she was sure if he knew what she actually did he'd just laugh. The most surprising thing was the fact that she was beginning to feel for these two men. They had been through more than anyone would wish on their worst enemy, and yet they were still out there saving people and hunting things. She'd really have to be the cold hearted bitch Dean thought she was to not feel her heart clench just a little when each of them had died and the sacrifices they made for each other.

"Natalie, we're back." Sam called as the two came back into the bunker.

She came out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and a small smile. "Everything go okay?" She asked, rolling her eyes as Dean ignored her and moved in the direction of the bedrooms.

"It's fine. Everything good here?" Sam questioned surveying the library.

"Yeah, just did a lot of reading. The kitchen's pretty bare, might want to go on a grocery run." She gave another small smile before heading back for her room. "Hey Sam, I can try to help. I want to help." She said, causing Sam to give her a questioning look before smiling. "But you need to know that I'm not like the witches you've dealt with before. I'm just a normal girl who picked a shitty hobby."