Hi everyone! This is my first time publishing fan fic, so any and all reviews would be so helpful! All OC, placed within the existing Supernatural story. Sometimes I'll include parts of episodes, but mostly, it's just another POV of the Supernatural-verse. This is just the beginning of Helen's story, so just bear with the seemingly slow start. Thanks!

Edit: I was reminded that I didn't specific Helen's age-since this starts during 2009, she's 28. (Born in 1981, btw) Sorry y'all :)

"Ah crap, he's still in V Fib. Charge again!" Helen yelled as the nurse next to her continued CPR. The defibrillator dinged when it had fully charged. "Everyone, CLEAR!" she ordered, maneuvering the paddles back over the patient's chest to deliver the shock. The patient's chest rose violently as his muscles contracted. She looked back up at the monitor to see a normal heart rhythm again, and quickly checked his pulse. Helen stood up straight, breathing a sigh of relief and said a silent thank you to the man upstairs. "Got a pulse-let's get him to the unit before he tanks again," she nodded at the nurse across the stretcher. "I got this, doc," Cindy said with a wink. Helen shook her head slightly, and a smile crept across her face. Of course she had this, Helen thought. The woman was a force to be reckoned with, and then some. "I'll call over to the ICU and let 'em know you'll be on your way," she called back to Cindy as she exited the room.

The doctor pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail as she walked back to the ER's nurse's station to finish the paperwork. Even after she put it up, her hair still fell past her shoulders, but at least it was off of her sweaty neck. She readjusted her stance a few times, trying to get comfortable for the several minutes it would take to write everything out. As she did, her scrubs clung to her slender body awkwardly, giving Helen an I-literally-just-rolled-out-of-bed disheveled appearance, thanks to the last adrenaline-fueled Code Blue. Crap, she thought. I almost made it one shift without leaving looking like I'm doing the 'morning after' walk of shame. Eh, maybe tomorrow I'll leave here looking decent. Carpe diem can screw itself. She paused paperwork duty for a moment to stretch her neck, then stood up, straightening into her full height, all of 5'4" that is. (Tall enough to look over the bar, but not tall enough to get mistaken for an adult most days.) From where she was leaning against the circular desk, Helen had a clear view of most of the patient rooms. For once, everything looked…okay, at least for a few minutes. Which was great timing, considering Helen's bladder had finally had enough of the don't-stop-'til-you-drop pace of the ER. She let out a cynical laugh, knowing that as soon as she even began walking towards the bathrooms-

"Dr. Murphy?" Damn it, she hated being right sometimes. "The patient in 6 just started complaining of severe chest pain," the nurse at the desk sputtered out anxiously. Multiple alarms were going off on the monitor at the desk. Helen peered around the nurse to look at the monitor. Sure enough, they were from room 6. Hypotensive, tachycardic, and hypoxic, oh my! The readings weren't terribly abnormal...yet.

Is there a psychic Helen-has-to-pee sensor around here or something? Because Helen swore every time she'd try to take a break in the past month, there was always another patient going bad. Every. Damn. Time. Cue exasperated eye roll...

She sighed internally, then closed her eyes. What the hell, it's just one more patient, then I can escape for a minute, she thought. "Alright Nichole, let's see what we've got." The nurse walked around the desk to meet her, and together the pair went into room 6 to check out the patient. Please just let this one be gas, not another heart attack, Helen pleaded mentally with the man upstairs, provided the man upstairs was still listening.

Finally, an hour (and many tests) later, she was able to break away for a moment. Luckily for her, and the dumbass in room 6, it was just indigestion, courtesy of too many cheeseburgers, fries, and God knows what else he hoovered before his trip to the ER.

Seriously, does anyone even try to use their brain anymore? Helen groaned to herself. Usually, it didn't bother her too much, but today had just been chock full of idiots. She shook her head and realized she kind of missed the days when could just shoot said problem and be done with it. Hunting was simple. People were complicated.

But...generally, people really weren't that bad, Helen had decided. They just had a damn funny way of showing it sometimes. "Idjit," she muttered as she walked past room 6 and its dumbass occupant. Still, everyone was worth saving, dumbass or not.

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, interrupting her thoughts. Helen checked her phone and noticed a missed call, followed by a voicemail. Uh oh. When she saw the phone number, Helen quickly made her way to an empty closet and shut herself inside. This call was not something that just anyone could just accidentally overhear without, er, questions. She sat on the floor and listened to the voicemail:

"Helen? It's me. Long time, no talk, I know. Too long. Anyway, something big is happening, soon. Looks like we have a chance, our only chance maybe, to go after him. The son of a bitch himself, can you believe it? Jo and the boys got the Colt, so tomorrow we get to it. Look, I know you don't want in-I get it. But in case we don't make it out, just wanted you to know…I-I am so proud of you baby. I love you. Kiss the boys for me. Goodbye."

Ellen's message ended, and tears welled up in Helen's eyes. "Oh my God," she breathed out. Her chest heaved as she fought back sobs. Not now, Helen. Pull yourself together, like yesterday. Wiping the tears from her eyes hastily, she dialed the number. Ellen picked up on the fourth ring. "Hello?" she answered. Helen hesitated briefly, too befuddled to find the right words, but she pushed herself to continue. "Hey Mom," she replied tightly, "I got your message."

I like cliffhangers... Sorry lol!

The story picks up in the next chapters, btw. I've made some edits, so tell me what you think! -H