Summary: Millie O'Shea has been with the Winchesters for as long as she can remember, and she's grown up as much a hunter as Sam and Dean. A lot of different things can explain it, but she knows she's in for nothing but trouble when she finds herself growing closer to Dean, who's overprotective and impulsive when her safety is on the line.

Rating: T

Characters: Dean W., Sam W., John W., Camille "Millie" O. (original character, portrayed by actress Teresa Palmer)

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May 4, 1997

The slam of the motel door was what woke me up, although I was seemingly the only one affected. Beside me Sam was snoring softly and one bed over Dean was sprawled out asleep as if there hadn't been a peep. I could hear John wandering around the room, as well as setting something on the table.

I grinned, making sure my face was hidden behind the blankets so John wouldn't know I was awake. He tried to be secretive about these things, but I'd been counting down the days for months.

I was finally fifteen.

John tried to play off birthdays, but he always left the motel early in the morning and came back and left a gift on the table. Just two days ago for Sam's fourteenth birthday he'd gotten a book he wanted. At the store John had said no because it contained no information on the supernatural, but as long as we never acknowledged or mentioned our presents they kept coming every year.

For Dean's eighteenth a couple of months ago he hadn't gotten a gift. Unless you counted a new fake ID, which I didn't. But Dean was a little different than me and Sam. He didn't want gifts. He was happy with just hopping motels and hunting.

Luckily it was a Sunday, as well as our first day here in Oskaloosa, Iowa, so we didn't have to jump into school.

John bustled around for twenty or so more minutes before he grabbed the car keys and headed out, presumably to work on the case.

I quietly pushed the covers away and rolled out of bed. The cheap motel mattress squeaked, but Dean and Sam slept like rocks anyway so it didn't matter. I glanced at my wrapped gift but set it aside for the moment, instead falling into a chair in front of John's laptop and logging in.

"Millie?" a sleepy voice called while I was going over the details of our most recent hunt. I glanced over my shoulder to see Dean. He wasn't out of bed yet, but he was awake. "Where's Dad?"

"Went out," I said with a shrug, but nodded over to my birthday present. "Brought in my present then left."

A little grin lit up Dean's face. "Aw, my little Millie's fifteen. They grow up so fast."

"Shut up," I ordered, twisting back to face the screen. I heard Dean chuckle and get up to go take a shower while I went back to the evidence.

In the past two months eleven people had gone missing from all over town and reappeared a few days later, drained of blood. There wasn't much of a pattern as far as where they were snatched from or where the drained bodies were recovered, but each victim was a teenage boy.

It screamed vampire, but a few of the victims disappeared in the middle of the day, when only a psychotic vampire would be out hunting.

I marked the last known locations of the victims and where their bodies had resurfaced on a map of the town and examined it, chewing on the end of my pen as I tried to find any connection. The locations seemed random, so it would be difficult to find this thing, whatever it was.

After his shower Dean went out to get breakfast, and by the time he got back Sam was up too. While I nibbled on my sausage and egg sandwich I told the boys the deal and they were just as clueless as me.

John arrived back a couple of hours later with a game plan. Since the victims were all teenage boys who he'd found out attended the same high school, Dean and I were supposed to ask around as much as we could to find the connection.

Since Sam was only in eighth grade and couldn't do much research he had to sit out the beginning stages of the hunt, but it didn't seem like he minded. He liked to be "normal," or as normal as it was possible to be with our lives.

The next day John let Dean take the Impala, so we dropped off Sam at the middle school and headed over to the high school. As per usual, Dean gave me one gruff warning to watch my back, to which I replied I could take care of myself.

In my first class a group of girls took me under their wing, complimenting everything from my "gorgeous" makeup (some eyeliner and a smidge of mascara) to my blonde hair. They told me to sit with them at lunch so that they could give the rundown of the school.

Before lunch I never found an opportunity to ask about the dead boys, although there was an ever-growing pile of letters and flowers on the table in front of the memorial in the main hall. I also never ran into Dean, which wasn't surprising considering he was a senior and I was a freshman.

At lunch I took a seat with the girls from this morning. Across the cafeteria Dean was sitting with a table full of senior boys, as well as a couple of pretty girls fighting for the chair next to him, and he shot me a questioning look. I shook my head, signaling that so far I'd gotten nothing.

"First things first," said the queen bee of our little group, a brunette girly-girl named Nikki, "you made a good decision hanging out with us. This school's full of freaks."

"Like who?" I'd finally found an opportunity.

"Penelope, for one." Nikki pointed towards a tall girl sitting alone a couple tables away. "She seriously thinks she has a chance with Henry Colwell. My boyfriend. Loser ate glue in kindergarten, it probably ate away all her brain cells." Nikki's minions laughed, and I mimicked them to get more information.

"God, and Tina McFarland!" another girl cut in, pointing out a different girl across the cafeteria. This one was wearing a lot of black and mumbling, even though she was sitting alone. "So weird."

"Hey, easy, Marsha," Nikki ordered, and I blinked. Nikki didn't seem like the type to defend a girl so different. "Tina's had a really rough time these past couple of months."

"What do you mean?" I cut in.

"Well…" Another girl lowered her voice. "Tina's boyfriend was the first victim. You know, all those murders where they're draining the bodies."

"Really." I glanced back over at Tina. "Interesting."

"Hello, ladies," a new, male voice said.

"Hi, Ross," one of the minions squeaked.

This Ross fellow was a dude I recognized from my P.E. class. From what I'd heard he was a senior and was the "it" boy at the school. I had to admit he was cute – from his floppy brown hair to his flirty smile. Which was directed at me.

"I'm Ross," he explained pointlessly.

"Camille," I managed. "But I go by Millie." God, why was I stammering? And I'd never been self-conscious about my nickname before, so why all of a sudden? My damn nickname sounded like an old woman. I should've left it at Camille.

"Pretty," Ross commented, and I actually giggled. Me.

Then it hit me. My first real crush. It made sense, I guess. The cute older guy who was actually flashing his eyes over at me? It was no surprise that I felt my heartbeat quicken a little and batted my eyelashes a tad.

"Hey, after school would you like to go to the café with me? If you're free." He shot another pearly white smile my direction and I fought the urge to swoon. Those damn green eyes.

Wait…green eyes.

I looked over my shoulder towards Dean's table and saw, with a little shock, that he was still looking over here. Not at me. He was sending a nasty glare at Ross, who was oblivious to it.

I was honestly annoyed. Dean couldn't spare a second glance at me at most schools, but as soon as some guy showed interest in me he was going to go all overprotective and scare him away? No. Not happening.

"I'd love to," I finally said back.

"Great. Meet you by the doors after school's out?"

"See you there."

Ross stood up and made his way back over to the table full of jocks, clapping one on the shoulder as he sat down. He looked back over his shoulder at me and I blushed and looked away, only to find Nikki's little crew giggling like a bunch of psychos.

"Oh my God," was all Nikki said. Her sparkling blue eyes were wide with surprise. "Ross hasn't ever asked a girl out. Like for real out. Usually he just hooks up at parties. Good luck with that one, Millie."

After my last class of the day I ditched all my books in my locker and quickly hunted down Dean at his. Some tall leggy redhead had her back against his locker with him standing awkwardly close to her while he flirted.

"Dean," I sighed, feeling awkward as ever for having to separate Dean from one of his sexual escapades.

"Huh?" He glanced over, and when he saw it was me he eased away from the girl, shooting her a wink that promised a quick return. "I said I'd meet you by the car after school."

"Change of plans. I'm actually doing something with…some friends, so… Pick me up at the café in an hour or so?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be there." Dean was quick to return to his lady while I rolled my eyes and headed to the main hallway.

Ross was talking with a couple of guys in letterman jackets when I showed up, but he was quick to dismiss them when he saw me, and for that I was grateful. They didn't seem like my cup of tea.

I followed Ross out to the parking lot to a tall shiny black truck. It was tall, but he was sweet enough to hold the door open and give me a boost up before going to his own seat and heading out of the parking lot. When we passed Dean near the Impala I subtly slid down in my seat until he was in the rearview mirror.

"So how are you liking Oskaloosa so far?" he asked conversationally, turning down the blaring country music so we could talk.

"I like it a lot. My family moves a lot for my dad's job but hopefully we'll be here for awhile."

"That'd be rough. That Dean guy's your brother, right? He seems cool."

"I'm adopted, but yeah. There's also Sam, who's in eighth grade."

"What's your dad in?"

"He's an entrepreneur," I muttered.

At the café the waitress was awfully flirty with Ross considering I was sitting right across from him, and she even knew his order. She was rather brisk and cold when getting my order, so I watched her in the back to make sure she didn't spit in my food.

Tina McFarland came in when Ross and I were finishing up, and settled in a booth by the window by herself.

"She seems different," I finally commented. It wouldn't hurt to have a little more information on the case since John and Dean would both me questioning where I was, and Tina seemed slightly suspicious.

"The girl's a psycho," Ross explained, and not all that quietly. "She's been in and out of school for…family issues since third grade. Everyone thinks she's the one who offed her boyfriend. But who knows. That James guy was weird too."

"People seriously think she's the one that's killing boys?" I tried to keep the urgency in my voice at the level of a curious newcomer to the town instead of a supernatural hunter.

"Oh, yeah. Everyone's convinced she's trying to be a vampire. She never eats food at lunch, for example, and she doesn't talk to anyone. Only one of the guys was taken on a school day, and that was one of the days she was gone. The only crack in our plan is that she's in the sun." He chuckled as if it was all a joke.

I nibbled on my scone and glanced back over at Tina. She was getting more and more suspicious, but it still didn't explain what she was. No sane vampire would go out and take boys in the middle of the day.

"Hm. Weird."

"I'll say." Ross tossed his napkin on his plate and grinned at me. "Thanks for hanging out with me today, Millie."

"Thanks for inviting me," I stammered, heat rushing to my cheeks.

"You're cute when you blush."

"Well–" I was cut off by a familiar horn and glanced out the window to see Dean parked in the spot right outside the window of our booth. He looked pissed. "There's my brother."

"I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." I stood up and gave Ross a quick hug before I hurried outside and hopped into the Impala.

The tension in the car was unbearable, but we made it halfway to the motel before Dean said anything.

"You shouldn't hang out with him," was all he said. And that ticked me off.

"What would you know about who I should hang out with?" I snapped. "You wouldn't care if it was a girl."

"It's not the gender I'm concerned with," Dean insisted, but the bob of his Adam's apple said otherwise. "It's what I've heard about him. He's not a nice guy, Millie."

"Stop being so damn overprotective. I'm fifteen, Dean – I can take care of myself." Luckily we arrived at the motel at that moment, so I was able to get out of the car immediately and slam the door for dramatic effect before heading inside.

John had just gotten back from grabbing some food from some fast food restaurant, and Sam was in bed reading a book, probably for school. John turned to ask me how my day was, but I stormed to the bathroom instead and locked myself in.

I ran a little bit of cold water over my face, all the while listening to what was happening out in the main room. Dean was tattling on me, as if it was such an awful thing that I'd gone out to a café with a boy. When he was fifteen he'd probably done much more than that with a number of girls.

When I regained some composure I came out, holding my chin up and ignoring Dean. Which he was also doing. His eyes were glued to the car magazine in front of him, but his jaw was tense.

"Millie," John said in a strange tone, and I groaned. "Sorry. Dean got the talk when he started hanging out with girls, so it's only fair that you do too."

"I was working," I insisted immediately. It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the whole truth. Getting information out of Ross had just been a bonus of hanging out with him.

"Even so, it's my responsibility to make sure you understand–"

"Oh, God, no!" I was seriously about to get the talk. Not a talk, the talk. I fell onto my bed and covered my ears, not wanting to hear any of this. Talk about awkward. John explaining the birds and the bees while Sam and Dean were right here? No thanks. "John, stop! I am not…" I gulped, not believing I was about to say this in front of everyone. "…sexually active. As soon as I am I'll be sure to let you know so you can give me the talk then."

"Okay," John said immediately, seemingly just as glad as I was to not have to go over this.

"Great. Super. Now that that's over," I announced, shooting a glare to Dean, "we can talk about what this thing is."