So….I'm back! This is not an update to Summer Lovin, I know. It's been too long. I feel like I need a fresh start, so here's this! My first trip into SPN fanfiction. This first chapter might not make sense, but I promise it will next chapter. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it! It's a bit different than my other stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters. If I did, I would be cuddling with Dean right about now…

Now onto the story!

Lindsey Layman sat in the back of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders for "shock" the EMTs had told her. She looked on as the wrapped gauze around Ben's arm; he was going to need stitches. The long scratch marks made her shudder. She tried to avoid eye contact with Hayley, her roommate. While everyone else had been running, scared, Hayley was the only one who saw Lindsey stop the creature that came straight from a nightmare. Doing the exact opposite of what Lindsey hoped, Hayley strode over and made to sit in the ambulance with her.

"Budge over," she murmured, struggling to keep her own blanket from falling off her shoulders. Lindsey complied and made room for her to sit.

"How's Abbie?" Lindsey asked miserably.

"She's fine. Her forearm has some pretty bad burns on it, but the EMT guy said she would be ok," Hayley reported, giving her roommate a look that clearly wanted answers. Lindsey turned away, guilt welling up inside her. She hadn't meant to hurt Abbie—she was trying to save her friends. Why the hell had she thought to burn that creature? Even more so, how the hell did she actually kill it?

"Linds, I've gotta ask…What the hell was that back there?" Hayley asked, demanding her attention.

"I don't know, Hayley," Lindsey huffed, clearly not enjoying the interrogation.

"I don't even know what that monster was. Not a wolf, definitely not a bear—it was almost human," Hayley mused. "And it wouldn't die! I mean, Ben put a hunting knife straight through its heart—if it even has one, that is—and it didn't even phase it. Then you go pulling your Zippo out and kill the thing with a bit of kerosene. How did you know to do that?"

"I have no clue!" Lindsey snapped. She was already trying to process the fact that monsters exist, but now she apparently knew how to kill the evil sons of bitches. This wasn't really something she wanted to discuss with her roommate.

"When a big, scary wolf-human thing comes running at me after flinging my friend who just stabbed it, my first thought isn't to go for my lighter! You knew that would stop it, didn't you?" Hayley asked quietly, trying to avoid any eavesdroppers.

"I don't know what I was thinking, call it instinct. I didn't really think at all, I just automatically grabbed my lighter and knew I needed to kill it with fire," Lindsey admitted, squirming in her seat. This whole thing was really freaking her out.

"Well thank god you did," Hayley sighed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I burned Abbie. I didn't mean to hurt her," Lindsey replied.

"It could've been a lot worse if you hadn't! Abbie would rather have a couple burns than be torn to shreds," Hayley assured her.

"Yeah, you're right," Lindsey sighed. "Hey, what are those guys in suits doing here?"

"I don't know, probably the authorities wanting to know what happened," Hayley answered, eying the two good-looking men that had just pulled up in an old Impala. "Crap, they're pointing them towards you."

"Me?" Lindsey groaned. She had already answered enough questions tonight. Squaring her shoulders as the two men approached, she straightened up and took a deep breath through her nose.

"Hello, I'm Agent Rudd, FBI. This is my partner, Agent Young, also FBI," the taller of the two greeted as they pulled out badges. "We just have a few questions to ask."

"Which of you is Ms. Layman?" the shorter one asked, looking between the two girls.

"That would be me," Lindsey answered, hoping her voice didn't quake. "It's Lindsey."

"Alright, Lindsey," Agent Young replied. "So tell me: how did you know how to kill a wendigo?"

"Dean!" the tall one scolded, eying his partner angrily.

"Oh, come on Sam! She just happened to try to kill a damn wendigo the right way? Nuh uh. She knows, now spill it, sweetheart."

The name "wendigo" played around the edges of Lindsey's mind and seemed to act like a key to a gateway of the supernatural inside her head. Images of vampires being decapitated, ghouls being shot in the head, shapeshifters being shot with silver, and countless more nightmares played in her mind. The worst of all were demons being exorcised or stabbed or shot with a special knife and gun. She felt like the evil of it all was going to swallow her up.

"I-I think that shock might be taking its effect now," she slurred as she tumbled into darkness. Sam just managed to catch her before she toppled from the ambulance, out cold.

So….do you guys hate it? Like it? Love it? Too confused to tell? Please let me know! I love feedback and with story, I have some ideas about the major, overarching themes, but would love some input on where you would like this to go! Thanks for reading!