Chapter 1: And So It Begins

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. The character Jessie is my character and is basically a more badass version of me but other than that... Well... We'll see...

If your 10 year old child woke up screaming that they had seen a ghost, what would you do? Tell them everything was okay? Ghosts aren't real, go back to sleep? Not my parents. If I told them I'd seen a ghost Dad passed me a shotgun loaded with salt rounds and told me "aim for the head, baby girl." That's how I grew up. Until my father was killed by vampires. Until recently it was just Mom and I.

After I finished high school, only a month ago we each packed a bag, threw it in the car and drove. We never had a destination, we just drove. Picking up cases along the way. Usually ghosts, sometimes vampires, one time we even killed a Wendigo. But as I sat in the ambulance, watching the paramedics zip up the body bag, all I could think about was the werewolf that had killed my mother.

It was a usual hunt, we'd picked up on the trail of empty chests and missing hearts and had finally found the mutt. But he snuck up behind us and tore out my mother's heart. I had filled his chest full of silver and cut off his head for good measure and he hadn't put up much of a fight, but it was too little too late.

So I had hidden the fleabag's body along with all our weapons apart from my knife which was now hidden in my boot and called 911. Pulling myself back to the present, an officer knelt in front of me and was handing me water. I took it gladly and downed half the bottle.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The officer was speaking quietly like he was worried he would scare me. I told him the story my mother and I had come up with for if this ever happened. "We were just going for a walk through the woods when-" I started the water works. It wasn't that hard though, I had just watched my mother die. "He- came up behind her and stabbed her." The officer nodded. "I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me how you got away."

"He just looked at me. I was sure he would kill me too but he just turned and walked back into the woods." He put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "Okay thank you Miss." He stood up and walked back to his cruiser, leaving me wrapped in the trauma blanket.

Taking another drink of my water, I noticed a shiny black car pull up. Two tall men in suits got out and showed the officer by the yellow tape their badges. FBI. They got here to quickly, I only made the call an hour ago. The officer pointed to me and the Agents nodded, walking towards me. Okay let's do this. I put my head down and rubbed my eyes.

When I lifted my head the agents were right in front of me. I jumped and the shorter agent smirked. He was only short compared to the Sasquatch sized man standing to his right.

"Jesus, you scared me." I tucked the blanket tighter around my shoulders, trying to look helpless. "We didn't mean to scare you. I'm agent Banner, this is agent Stark, we just want to ask you a few questions about what happened. Starting with your name." I sighed. "Lemme see the badge."

Agent Banner looked at his partner and they both took out their badges. I took Agent Stark's badge, not even looking at Agent Banner. I looked at it for a moment, like I was trying to decide whether I believed them or not. I closed the badge. "Your picture's a little old Agent Stark." I passed him back his badge. "I, uh, I'm scheduled for a new one next week." He grinned. Putting his badge back in his jacket.

"My name's Jessie. My dad was a cop." I lied, "He taught me how to notice these things." Agent Banner shifted his weight to his right foot, putting away his badge. "Well Jessie, can you tell us what happened here tonight?"

"Look I'm really tired and an ambulance just drove away carrying the last member of my family, can we maybe not do this now? I already told the officers everything."

"We're required to conduct our own investigation. We'll be quick, I promise." he waited for me to respond. I nodded and he took out a little note pad and an overused pencil. "Did you get a good look at the attacker?"

"Sort of, I mean I was a little distracted by my mother who happened to be dying."

"I know this is hard, but it's really important that you tell us anything you remember about him."

"I never said it was a man." The two agents looked at each other briefly before Agent Stark spoke. "One of the officers told us." I narrowed my eyes. "Uhuh." Agent Banner spoke quickly, changing the subject back to questions. "Did you notice anything unusual about him?" There was something off about the two Agents. "Yeah, like a funky hairdo on his face or maybe abnormally long teeth?"

"How did you-?"

"Lucky guess. Anything else?" I looked around the "Agents" at the police officers. "Yeah, but, not here. It's a little weird..." I stood up, letting the trauma blanket fall away from my shoulders. I was wearing black jeans, combat boots and a black tank top, along with a leather jacket. Yup you guessed it, black. My dark hair which was normally crazy, was pinned up in a tight bun.

I walked around the ambulance, out of sight, and hopefully earshot of the two officers and ambulance driver by the yellow tape. As soon as we were all out of sight, I whipped around, kicking "Agent" Banner between the legs and grabbing "Agent" Stark by the shoulder, shoving him into the side of the ambulance and putting my knife on his neck.

"Alright I'll cut right to the chase. I know you're not FBI Agents so why don't you tell me who you are?" He moved his leg, probably trying to throw me off balance and get out of my grip. I kicked his shin and slammed his shoulders hard into the metal. "Alright Buffy calm down! You got us we're not cops!" Either it was just a coincidence that he had used the Vampire Slayer's name or he knew something.

I felt something poke my back. "Put the knife down." The other guy was on his feet. And he had a gun. I had hoped the blow to his manhood would keep him down longer but no such luck. "At this range, you shoot me and it's going to hit your partner here too." In response, he moved to the side and aimed the pistol at my temple. "Huh. You're smarter than you look." I removed the knife from the man's neck and backed up, hands in the air. I backed up 10 feet then stopped. "Put down the gun, I don't like having firearms aimed at my head."

"Put down the knife."

"Alright." I knelt down slowly, placing the knife on the pavement. "Kick it away." I kicked it to my left. "Your turn." He slowly bent down and slid the gun away. The man that had been pinned to the ambulance let out a breath and rolled his shoulder. "You've got a tight grip there." He smiled somewhat nervously. I laughed quietly. "And quick hands." I pulled his keys out of my pocket and dangled them from my index finger. His smile vanished instantly and was replaced by surprise, then anger. "How did you get those?!"

"Like I said, quick hands."

The ambulance driver pulled away, not knowing we were there. They were distracted so I bolted for his car. I didn't know who or what they were, but I was disarmed and I was not sticking around to find out.

"Hey!"

"Get back here!"

I kept running. The two officers saw me coming and saw the "agents" chasing me, and stepped in my way. Instead of stopping or going around them like any sane person would do, I slowed, and rolled between them. I reached the car, and turned just in time to see the officers jump out of the way of the "agents" as they pursued.

I jumped in the car and jammed the key into the ignition. But Mini Sasquatch had caught up, opened the door and yanked me out by the arm. He shoved me up against the car and put cuffs on my wrists. I let out a breath. "Kinky." I said and laughed.

"Shut up."

"Hey officer!" I yelled quickly. "Hey! Yeah you come here!" He looked young, and he came over so he must have been new. Sasquatch sighed. "Great."

"Oh did I cause you some trou- OW!"

Mini Sasquatch shoved me hard into the back seat of the car and slammed the door, but the window was open. "Haha guess you didn't think of that now did you?"

"Shut up!"

The officer walked up. "What?"

"They're not cops. Run their IDs or whatever it is you do."

Mini Sasquatch started to speak. "You don't have to we're just gonna take her down to the station and let the sheriff deal with her." Then the other officer walked over. "Hey I know you two."

"Are you sure? We're new so nobody really-"

"Yeah I'm sure. Hey you're Sam and Dean Winchester!" He said pointing first at the Sasquatch (or I guess Sam) and Mini Sasquatch (Dean).I spoke up. "Winchesters?"

"You're wanted by the FBI and pretty much everybody else!"

"Wanted?" Now I was really confused. "Wanted for what?" Both not so agents spoke at the same time.

"Crap."

Sam punched the younger officer in the nose and he fell over while Dean got into the driver seat of the car and the other officer pulled out his police radio. Sam punched officer #2 then jumped in the passenger seat and we drove off. Sitting in the back seat of the car, still cuffed, I was terrified.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!"

"Umm... Our cover's blown. Sam we gotta finish the hunt and get out of the town."

"You guys are-"

"Not now let the adults talk."

"Dean my guess is that the werewolf is somewhere back in those woods. What I can't figure out is why he let the girl go. I mean it's a good thing too 'cause Cas wants her alive."

"GUYS WHO IS CAS?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Sammy we gotta find him and fill his brain with silver. Then call Cas."

"I KILLED IT ALREADY!"

Dean hit the brakes.

They both turned around to look at me and spoke at the same time.

"You what?!"

Realizing I was in the presence of hunters I told the truth. "I killed it. My mom and I have been hunting him all week. Then he snuck up on us and killed her. So I shot him in the face with silver." Dean and Sam shared a look. They were having a whole damn conversation and I had no clue what they were saying. "Dude I don't speak your special brother language."

No response.

"Dean."

"Sam?"

"Would somebody please say something?!"

Suddenly there was a man sitting in the back seat next to me. "Hello Jessie."

I screamed.

"HOLY HELL WHO ARE YOU?"

"There's nothing holy about Hell."

"Cas, good you're here. I was hoping you could tell us who this is and why you had us find her. You know she's a hunter right?" I was hyperventilating. I panicked trying to open the door but my hands were still cuffed. These guys knew who I was and I didn't like it.

"Can I please just get out of the car?!" Dean looked at me, not at all impressed. "I don't know." He pretended to think real hard about it. "Sam? Can she get out of the car?"

"I don't know Dean. She might make a run for it." He looked me in the eyes. These guys were stone cold with looks to kill. "Don't be ridiculous Dean, of course she can get out of the car. She won't get far." The man named Cas was looking at me funny and it was making me rather uncomfortable.

"How did you even get in the car?!" He looked at me and very seriously said, "My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of The Lord." I broke out laughing. Sam and Dean lowered their heads slightly as if embarrassed, and Castiel just looked at me. My laughing slowed when I noticed I was the only one laughing.

"You're insane. Angels aren't real! I may be young but I'm not stupid." I looked from Sam to Dean and back to Sam. "What you're serious?"

"Really you're not kidding?"

"What do you find so funny about this situation?" Castiel the "angel" demanded rather rudely. I scoffed. "I've been hunting for five years and I've never come across an angel OR anyone who has."

"Until now." He was smiling again.

"Alright, if you're an angel, prove it."

He put two fingers on my forehead and the last thing I remember was Dean saying, "Really Cas?" Then I blacked out.