As I walked into the bar, I was hit by the smell of alcohol, the smell making my stomach twist. As I walked through the bar, I noticed a few people. Young men, downing down their sorrows with beer. Some women, laughing at a small joke another made, and there was a man in a trench coat, leaning on the wall, watching everyone else. What I was doing here? Well, I don't know. I took my seat around an empty table, and took a glance out of the window.

"So, who are you?" A voice said next to me. I almost jumped at the sudden noise. I looked to my left and saw a man, around about 30 with dark blonde hair stuck up in spikes. He wore a sort of leather jacket and tight-fitting jeans. "Are you going to get a drink or just sit here?" He asked. I chuckled and shook my head, "I'm just sat here. Waiting for something. I just don't know what." I muttered. The man stared at me, "That is kinda deep." He said, drinking out of his beer bottle. "Anyway," I said, getting off of my seat, "I'm probably going to head home." I told him, I started walking towards the door when a hand clamped around my wrist. "What's your name?" He asked. "Elizabeth." I said bluntly, before strolling out of the door.

I breathed in the clear air as I went down the dark street. A cold chill went down my spine as the wind hit me with a force. All of a sudden, I was pulled around the corner, hand clamped over my mouth. "Get the hell off of me!" I screamed, elbowing the man in the stomach. He didn't even flinch. I was suddenly pinned to the wall, the air got knocked out of my lungs. Then I saw the man's face. Ginger hair, green eyes, all too familiar.

"Alex?" I breathed, he let out a dark chuckle, "Alex hasn't been here, for a very, long, time. Ever since, ooh, middle school?" I gasped as Alex's eyes turned black. "What are you?" I shouted. But my question was halted when he suddenly glowed an orange light. He crumbled to the floor and I dropped down on my knees gasping for breath. I looked up and saw the man at the bar. I smiled gently as he helped me up. "What the heck was that?" I gasped, looking at the man. He seemed flustered for a moment before saying, "You won't believe me if I told you."

I crossed my arms and wiped off the tears I never knew had fallen. "I'll believe anything just so you know. Like how I know that you are a hunter of the supernatural and you've got a brother, younger it seems. You also spend most of the time in your car like it's the only place you have left. So, you travel a lot. Travelling hunter, that's cool. So I'm guessing that thing in my ex was something supernatural."

The man stared at me, eyes wide and mouth gaping. He straightened himself out before speaking again, "And how do you know that?"

I froze and looked down at the ground, "I- I'm sorry, it just came out. I haven't done that in a while. I just, burst." I stuttered.

The man looked me up and down for a moment and looked right at me, "Who are you?" A sad smile broke out on my face, "My name, is Elizabeth Holmes. And you are?"

"Dean Winchester, and you probably know almost everything about me." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Dean Winchester as in the one from those 'Supernatural' books?" Dean visibly grimaced before muttering, "Thanks a lot Chuck."

Then he looked up at me, "Holmes? As in Sherlock Holmes? What your his sister of something?"

I nodded, "Yes, my brother is William Sherlock Scott Holmes, I'm his younger sister, Cienna Lilly Elizabeth Holmes. I hate my name, so I used the middle one." I explained. "But Sherlock is fictional?" Dean shot back, I groaned, "That's what everyone thinks. It is really starting to annoy me."

"Anyway, just so you know, there was a demon in your ex." He changed the subject bluntly, before realising his mistake. I waved it off, "I caught him cheating on me with some snobby bitch. I don't feel that way anymore."

He nodded before thinking about something. "Why don't you come with me?"

I stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"Come meet my brother."

I tilted my head to the side slightly while I thought about it. "I mean, since you know almost everything about me, you're going to be a target now. For everything supernatural." He continued, I took a small look around before agreeing. And before I knew it, some kind of water was splashed in my face. I gaped at Dean, he shrugged playfully, "Just making sure."

I scoffed, "What do you want me to do now? Cut myself with silver?"

I caught Dean staring at me and I groaned, "Fine!"

He reluctantly took out a blade and pulled it across my skin, some blood came out of the cut, but it wouldn't scar. "Happy?"

"Very." He said, before leading me down the street.

We stopped in front of a '67 Chevy Impala. I looked at him skeptically before seeing his reassuring grin. "You own her? My god do you have some taste in cars!" I exclaimed, staring at the Impala in wonder. I heard Dean chuckle behind me before ushering me in. "Come on, she's not going to drive herself."

I sat in the front and listened to the engine of the Impala. "Woah, you really take care of her don't you?" I asked, Dean nodded and set the car off. I let out a gasp as Led Zepplin's 'Ramble On' came on. "I'm not changing it just so you know." Dean warned, I gaped at him. "Why do you think I want that? This music is the best!" I shouted, Dean stared at me, eyes wide. "Dude just turn it up!" I ordered. He obeyed and we both belted out the lyrics and exploded in a fit of laughter when it finished. When we parked outside a motel, Dean just had to ask, "Girl, where have you been all my life?" I let out another laugh, "Apparently, in England." I said, before getting out the car and heading to the door of the motel.

OK, I admit, I probably suck at writing fanfictions. This is probably not going to last long, but I'm going to keep it going anyways...

DHTL