I dodge rowdy children as I make my way across the parking lot. The screeching in my head getting louder as I get closer to my destination. The angels are looking for Anna Milton. I want nothing to do with the fight between my brothers and sister. Anna is like me, she doesn't wish to be apart of the slaughter of our family, she just wants to love what has been created. Reaching my apartment I quickly make my way to the elevator slamming my fist on the button for the 2nd floor.

I can't hear the world around me, only the angry shouts of command from those who out rank me. My hands are shaking as I enter my home, shoving the beat up door closed I stumble toward my bedroom and collapse on the floor. The dust from the gray shag carpet catching in my lungs. The silence is almost immediate. I glance around the dark room, staring at the walls I've filled with photos of my Father's wonderful creations.

A photo of two of my own old charges were smiling the Tall man grinning down at his lover who was pointing at a butterfly that had landed on the window, looking like he had just discovered them. Breathing heavily, I roll on my side and stare at the symbols decorating my walls. I will be forever in-debt to Joshua, without his kind guidance I would have lost my mind a long time ago, or I would have been found.

Slowly rising from the floor, with the assistance of my enochian covered wall, I stumble towards the queen sized bed, thanking whatever human had the idea of this luxury. I relaxed and tried to even my breathing. " I can't forget the necklace again."

Sitting at the oak wood desk I quickly grab a note pad and pen, writing all the information I could remember from the "call".

WINCHESTERS

ANNA MILTON

CONNOR BEVERLY BEHAVIORAL CENTER

Fuck. The Winchesters. Of course they would be involved. Were they the reason for the increased calls? Dropping the pen and grabbing the necklace with the same symbols as my walls.I race out the apartment.

" Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just - just give me a chance to win it back." A drunken Sam slurs while leaning against an old pool table. A smug grin spreads across the bald man's face

" it's your cash."

"Excuse me." Dean irritatedly interrupted " My brothers a little sauced to be making bets."

Brian snorts " He insisted"

"Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying."

"Shut up, Dean. I'm fine!" "No, you're not fine. You're drunk!"

Sam, completely ignoring the argument " Let's make it 500!"

" 500? Really Sam"

Brian happily agrees.

The money is placed on the table and Brian begins queuing the balls. While Brian is distracted, Sam raises his eyebrows at Dean and all traces of drunkenness disappear. Dean raises his eyebrows in response, and gives a short smirk with a nod. Sam, immediately breaks, most of the balls sink. Sam looks up victorious, only to freeze as he sees a familiar brunette beauty across the bar.

Sam stiffly straightens " Keep the money."

Dean is dumbfounded, and quickly states his irritation "Keep the money? What-"

Dean reluctantly follows Sam, noticing what made his brother ditch a good scam. " You've got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me"

" I just have some info, then I'm out of your hair"

" What is it?"

"I'm hearing a few whispers."

Dean, ever the optimist "Ooh, great, demon whispers- that's very reliable"

Ruby ignores the older Winchester " Look, Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt."

"What? Why? Who is she?" Sam asked tensely.

" No idea hot shot. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."

"Look, maybe we should check it out." Sam breathes out, running his calloused hand through his hair. Dean, already regretting even following his brother huffs out "Actually, we're working a case, but thanks." Ruby looks knowingly, with a smug grin plastered on her face "What case?"

"Uh, we've got leads, big leads".

Ruby crossed her arms and lifted a glass to her lips, "Sounds dangerous." She muttered looking delighted at Dean's reluctance.

Dean inhaled sharply and gruffly responds "Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important."

"Aw-come on dean don't shoot the messenger- I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done."

Sam, never the one to let a case with leads get away, purposefully interrupts "Wait, wait, wait. This hospital Anna escaped from - it got a name?"

"I must be out of my mind, surely my sister can handle herself." A young woman sloppily throwing her curly hair into a bun is seen leaving an old man with keys in her hand. Approaching the 4 door dinghy pastel green '67 Malibu Chevy.

" Maybe this is why Father didn't assign me to be a guardian, I worry too much." Getting into my new car, I put my hands on the wheel and let out a shaky breath.

Looking over the the brown leather seats, shining with the care the old man showed it, I start making a game plan.

" Alright! All I have to do, is get to Anna before the Winchesters and the angels. It's about a 3 day drive from here, but I don't know how to drive, so possibly a 5 day drive."

The more I go through this plan, the more I realize that this is not going to work. I put the keys in the ignition and try to copy the humans I've seen do this.

Pressing on the gas just the slightest bit the car begins going forwards! This was progress. I, for the most part understand the laws of driving, as they have been far easier to see daily. Even though I know this plan of mine is a bust, I don't have the heart to not attempt to help her. If the Winchesters, let alone my brothers get a hold of her, I don't know what would happen.

"Lets hope this doesn't go to hell in a hand basket"

Dean has his hands on the wheel while Sam is on the phone. "Can I get a copy of the missing person's report? Great. Okay. Thanks." Sam hangs up with a sigh, slightly anxious as he states "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real." Dean sourly speaks up his doubts, and animosity towards trusting Ruby. "Don't mean the case is real. And this hospital's a three-day drive."

"We've driven further for less, Dean."

"You got something to say, say it." Sam lets out exhaustively.

"Oh, I'm saying it - this sucks." Dean scoffs.

"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip." Sam barks out, completely tired of Deans hostility.

"Right." Dean sarcastically agrees "'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and - and you're BFF's with a demon?

Sam clenched his jaw, "I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith."

Dean lets out a laugh "Well, thanks for the thumbnail - real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?"

Sam sneeringly bites out "Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details."

Six Months Earlier

The darkened, foggy night sky over looks the drunken Winchester burying a worn wooden box in the center of a old, scratched wooden table sits unassumingly near the center.

"Come on! Where the hell are you?" The humid night air blows past him as a slim beauty appears behind him.

"I was wondering whether to come or not. I mean, you shot one of my co-workers. Don't take this the wrong way, Sam, but you don't look so hot, buddy. I guess burying your brother didn't agree with you." The femme fatale grinned as she circled the younger Winchester, kicking dust up as her heels hit the dirt road.

"Well?" The impatient hunter said expectantly.

The demon shook her head as a mother would at her mischievous child "Well, let's see that special little knife of yours first."

Sam roughly takes out the knife and slams it down on the beat up oak table.

Sam grunts "No devil's traps, either. I'm not here to play games."

She looked smugly "Well, let me guess. You want to make a deal. And 'round and 'round the Winchesters go. I'm sorry, Sam. That's not gonna happen."

Sam stabs the knife into the Crossroad demons hand.

He shouts angrily

"I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want candy! I want to trade places with Dean." The demon looked mockingly sympathetic "No can do Sammy."

A frustrated Sam growls "Just take me! It's a fair trade!"

Stubbornly the demon huffed out a sharp 'no'

"Why not? Lilith wants me dead. Just let Dean go, and she can have me."

The Succubus of the crossroads resentfully yelled "Don't you understand, Sam? It's not about your soul. Dean's in Hell, right where we want him. We've got everything exactly the way we want it. You want to kill me? Go ahead. I've made peace with my lord."

hey

this is my 3rd story, but seeing as the others are deleted it is my first.

i'm not the best at this but i hoe you enjoy! comments are appreciated, even if you just comment rude shit, im mean , that means you at least read it ammiright? I might not finish this story , but i have a feeling ya'll wont like it anyway, so its fine! if ya'll like it i will create an updating schedule, once every 3 weeks! it'll be up every Thursday!if i don't have at least 1 person looking forward to this story my posting will be v sporadic.

My story is very linear to the actual story and it starts in Season 4 episode 9 " I know what you did last summer"

Disclaimer: All characters, besides the one of my own creation, belong to the creators and owners of Supernatural.