A/N: Alright, so I don't own Supernatural or Sam, Dean or any of the usual characters. I only own the plot and any characters that are unknown to you. Most of my stories wont follow the episodes, but will have their fair share of the Supernatural activities that follows the series. Enjoy!

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Jordan Taylor sat up and peered through the darkness of her bedroom. The moonlight lit up her room, casting eerie shadows all over. She listened hard, jumping as another crash sounded downstairs followed by shushed whispering. She reached under her pillow and grabbed her switch blade, tucking it up under her sleeve, then clicked on the flashlight and crept out the door. She paused just before the stairs when she heard a voice just below her.

"Sh! If you don't shut up, she's gonna wake up and kill us all." The voice whispered. "And then I'll bring you back and kill you myself because I am not dying for you." A female voice. A female voice that Jordan knew all to well. The question was, why was she sneaking around in the dark, at one in the morning? And more importantly, who did she have with her? She didn't hear a response, which made her wonder even more. Tightening her grip on her blade, she swung her self around to the top of the stairs, shining her light down below. She looked down into the face of Andi Angel, her best friend. When she shone the light at the two, she gasped, then groaned, almost dropping her light.

She snapped her fingers and the room was filled with light, giving her a better look at her late night visitors. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. "Sam and Dean Winchester." She said, then looked at Andi. "You better have a damn good reason for them being in my house.

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They gathered in the kitchen around the island, perched on stools. A disgruntled Jordan nursing a cup of steaming coffee, dealing out death glares to Andi, Sam and Dean. Andi was munching on a BLT while Sam and Dean sipped at a beer, which Jordan wasn't happy surrendering to begin with. "What, in God's name, possessed you to bring them here, Andi? Sorry, what possessed you to bring Dean Winchester here? To my house? In the middle of the night?" Andi hesitated as Dean scoffed. Jordan swung her icy glare towards him. "Oh, I'm sorry Dean. Did I offend you? Did I wound your poor, arrogant soul? Or do you even still have one of those?" Andi and Sam exchanged looks, then glanced at Dean. The expression on his face was unreadable.

"Shut up Jordan." He said. She smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong Dean? Can't handle the truth?" She slid off her stool and wandered around the island, stopping behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in real close. "Tell me Dean, do you have a soul? Are you still pure and innocent?"

"Shut. Up. Jordan." Dean said through clenched teeth. Jordan, never being afraid of or intimidated by Dean Winchester, just chuckled.

"Are you and Sammy still on the hunt for Lilith so you can free your soul and walk away from your deal? Or did you run out of time and the hounds already got you? Are you still running, Dean?" She purred in a low voice, her mouth just inches away from his ear.

"Jordan-" Andi started, but stopped when Dean spun around on his stool and grabbed Jordan by the throat, slamming her against the cabinets.

"Dean!" Sam yelled and jumped up. Andi reached out to grab his arm.

"Don't. Just let them go. We learned this a long time ago." She whispered. Sam sat back down, but stayed tense.

"Jordan, if you don't shut your mouth I swear to God I'll-"

"You'll what? Kill me? Suck out my soul? She laughed when his grip tightened on her throat. "You think I don't know what you are? You think I don't know the truth? Oh I know what you are, Dean. I could smell it on you as soon as I laid eyes on you. I can see into your nonexistent soul, Dean Winchester, and its dark. Like a black hole." Dean's breathing quickened.

"How did you-"

"Did you forget that Sam's not the only psychic on the block?" She looked into his eyes and, with a smirk that looked very much like Deans, sent him across the kitchen and into the fridge. He connected with a thud and in a flash, Jordan was across the room, her hand on Dean's throat. "Give me one good reason. What's stopping me from sending you back to Hell right now? Where you belong." She slipped the blade from her sleeve and held it to Dean's throat.

"You're not gonna kill me." Dean said simply. Jordan tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Oh really? And whys that?" She asked, her voice sugary and sweet. Andi cringed, knowing that voice all to well.

"Because. By killing me, you'd hurt Sammy. And you wouldn't want to put him through that. Again." Dean smirked as Jordan stared him down. A minute later, she released her grip and took a step back. Dean straightened his collar and watched as she took a couple steps back.

"You're right. Sam always was my favorite. Not as arrogant." She walked back over to the island and picked up her cup. "What are you boys doing here?" Dean and Sam exchanged looks. Sam raised his eyebrows, but Dean remained silent. Sam sighed and looked at Jordan.

"We need your help."

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A/N: Alright, so this is chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review!