Wanted Dead and Alive

Chapter one

I got a rock and roll heart.

The warm crimson spluttered out from my mouth on to the unnaturally white carpet. Two black boots moved forward and stepped in the fresh pool, my body was breaking under the pain, but I wasn't going to give in. Not to him. Not to any of them. My hands pained me trying to keep myself propped up but it seemed so insignificant compared to the rest of my body, screaming to me to make it stop anything for it to stop.

Thick rough fingers gripped my hair pulling my head up to look at him as he knelt in front of me; his eyes reflected the madness that stole the innocent's man's body. To have such evil inside of you, to me is a fait worse than death. He smiled a crooked smile and with his free hand he stoked my cheek. He glared at me, and I to him.

"Now sweetie," his voice said like gravel, "tell me where the Winchesters are, and you can go off on your merry way, and pretend this incident never happened."

My heart thudded loudly in protest to what every fibre in my soul screamed out to what my response was going to say. I spat out more blood and spit my eyes not leaving his.

"Tempting offer. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you." I tried to keep my voice steady my eyes fixated on his not allowing the memories of seeing the black impala only a week ago parked just out of town from my brother's place.

"She doesn't know where they are." He said with a laugh to the two demons keeping watch through the window and door. They two gave a cold laugh.

He stood up our eyes still locked in a battle, his crooked grin turned more evil and he flicked his wrist. Pain shot through me like blunt knives were slicing and dicing my insides pulling them apart. Unable to keep the pain silent I let out a scream that only slightly mirrored the pain. He laughed and smiled again as blood spilt from my mouth. He flicked his wrist again and the pain stopped.

"I must admit you do know how to play with the big boys. But you're only delaying the inevitable. We will find your boy friend and we will make him and his angel friends pay. We will win."

"Ok." I said as he made the pain start again. "OK!" I screamed and the pain stopped. "I will tell you where they are."

"There's a good girl." He smiled, "now where are they?"

"Drury Lane." I responded my eyes meeting his in the battle his face stopped smirking. "He's visiting the Muffin man?"

Again pain shot through my whole body this time with no giving up, it was more painful than before. My body screamed in pain telling me to give up, to just tell them. I pulled in a deep breath. "Go to hell!" I screamed blood spilling from my mouth. The pain intensified. I closed my eyes in defeat and thought about my nephew and brother. By keeping Dean and Sam safe I am keeping them safe. And that's all that matters.

Then the pain ended. It was gone. I was numb.

Was I dead?

I didn't want to move in case I wasn't and the pain would start up again. Then I heard grunting and a very distinct 'Get away from her' voices I didn't recognise and two of the voices but one that I remembered too painfully well.

With any will left still in my heart I forced my eyes open. There were men fighting with the demons. Fists were flying. I tried to focus on what was going on, it was hopeless there was only one option. I wrapped my arm around my middle and dragged myself across the once pristine floor to a large wooden table pushed up against the wall. On top of the table was my duffle bag which remained untouched. Pain riddled my body with each and every muscle movement, yet I stayed unnoticed by the fighting group. I reached the table and pulled myself up slightly. I dug my hand deeply into the bag and searched my fingers stumbled onto a smooth marble handle. I pulled it slowly not to grab anyone's attention.

It was the most perfect and beautiful gun. It's my gun. A gun that I spent two months getting just right – well right in theory not that I had ever tested it. And now in the face of death I may as well try it. I carefully cocked my gun, and lifted it. Right in my eye line was a demon strangling what looked like to be Sam Winchester. I sucked in a deep breath.

Now or never.

The gun clicked before I heard the bullet leave the barrel. It soared through the air and hit the demon straight in the back of his head. The Demon stopped his human body shuddered and then he went limp. Everything although moved so fast felt like it was in slow motion. Sam rolled the demon off himself and shot a look at me his eyes wide, yet he moved towards his brother and the dickhead of a demon playing Demonic Smack down and to the guy in the trench coat near the black guy. I swallowed hard as the main demon moved and looked at me, my gun pointing at him my eyes now again meeting his. Power of the wills.

"This isn't over." He said. "We will have a play date soon." He grinned, and before I could pull the trigger he and the other demon tilted their heads and black smoke filled the room and quickly disappeared. I dropped the gun to the ground all my energy snapped from my body, I was no longer able to keep myself sitting up right or at all I just fell to the ground.

I felt a rough hand on my face pushing my hair back. "Come on McNugget, hang on we will get ya out of there."

"Don't call me that." I responded to the painfully familiar voice, and everything went black.

This is it.

The final plunge.

Death.

It's fairly peaceful and soft. Like being hugged by a pillow or a marshmallow. I could hear angels talking, telling me not to be afraid, that I was safe, that I was more than just a hunter. They were beautiful voices, one moved beside me his hand brushed hair from my face in a swift and perfect motion. There was a warmth that I had never felt before. A comfort, a soft and smooth beautiful warmth.

The hand that brushed away my hair travelled down the side of my face. I could feel it so strongly that ever nerve was on end, sensitive to his large rough hands. Then I could feel breath a hot sweet breath on my face.

Do you still breathe when you're dead?

The hand ran down my shoulder and reached my hand. One finger traced the lines on my palm. He lifted my left hand up moving my arm. Then a feeling I never expected to feel now happened. Pain. My muscles screaming out in protest to this movement this violent unwanted movement.

I couldn't be dead. You don't feel pain, right?

I didn't think you could feel in this afterlife, as there was no hell fire, so I had to be in heaven if I was dead.

Then it stopped as a someone on my other side stirred. My arm and hand dropped to my side, when I realised I was on a single bed, and very much alive.

So the pain doesn't stop. I still have to have remember those eyes that smile and that heart ache, not to mention the big loss, the personal loss.

"What are you doing?" Came a rough voice on the side, it was tired and worn out as if the owner of this voice had just woken up. "How is she?"

"She's healed." My toucher said as I heard him lean back. "She will be as good as new and strong as before."

"Do you know why they chose her?" The painful voice said.

"There are some theories." The man stood up. "I think we should give her some rest."

There was movement then silence. I opened my left eye and took in my surroundings. From what I could see I was in Bobby Singers spare bedroom. Fan- bloody- tastic. Slowly I opened my right eye and saw him his head in his hands sitting beside my bed. Through the curtains the sun streamed in and glistened off the silver ring on his finger. Well I will be damned.

Which in all seriousness, I probably was.

I wonder if I could sneak out of here without him noticing. That was very doubtful. He was like a bat, or something like that. Keen senses. Maybe I could over power him? I moved my arm. Nope, the pain was just too much, and over powering him wasn't an easy feat. I couldn't be alone with him. Maybe I should start screaming he shouldn't be here he shouldn't be alive.

I heard movement and my eyes quickly shut. The door opened.

"Dean, don't do this to yourself." It was Sam. The youngest Winchester, the guy I saved with my never tested before gun. Man, I had saved that Winchester a couple of times. I better get a Christmas card this year.

"It's because of us. I know it. Why else would Castiel tell us we had to find her, and then direct us directly to her?" There was silence.

"Maybe she has well connection to the reason why-"

"No." Dean said loudly. "She's just a hunter."

"I am a damn good hunter." My voice rasped and my eyes opened. "Shouldn't you be getting a tan from hell fire?" I sat up despite the pain. Dean's eyes looked into mine and instantly I was back five and a half years ago when we first met. The insecurities of that night came flooding back. Almost as if I was in high school again. Without thinking my hand went to my chest feeling if that silver chain was still around my neck. It was.

"Hey." The softer kinder voice said, I dragged my gaze happily from Dean and looked at Sam. How he had changed since I last sort after him in that musky old bar. Images of him downing shot after shot resurfaced, and we shared a quiet moment both clearly thinking of the same thing.

"Good to see you alive Sam and hunting." I tried to smile at him, but even my face muscles hurt. "Second time I saved your life I think."

"Second time?" The Winchester brothers said at the same time. However I ignored Dean and kept my eyes on Sam, not wanting to feel the same pain as I did when I looked at him.

"Yeah," I nodded expectantly at Sam. "Remember? When you were all emo and drinking after that dick went to hell and I stole the keys to the Impala. If I didn't take the Impala you would have crashed and died. First time." I ticket it off with my finger. "Then before when you were getting your ass kicked, I popped a cap in his ass." I smiled at Sam who smiled back.

"Thanks for that." Said Sam just as Dean shouted, "You stole the Impala?"

I snapped my head around to Dean. "Because I wanted to snap Sam out of his little drinking coma because… why was that again?" I put a thoughtful face on. "Oh yes because you went and sold your soul. Good job there Winchester. Did you enjoy your time in the pit?"

Dean jumped up out of his seat his finger pointed at me.

"What happened to you two?" Sam asked before either of us could speak. "You used to be so close."

Dean and I shared a look. We both remembered how close we were. How when we were eighteen and about to move interstate and how we did the unthinkable. Something that was meant to be so beautiful yet it turned into something when I think about it now caused me so much pain. How years later we saw each other and made the same mistake again, this time going too far.

The memories were as clear as day and just as strong they came flooding back. The first time we met. It's sad that I can remember every detail like it just happened.

Demons.

Ghost and vampires.

Things I would rather hunt than go to my own hell. Teenage Hell. The stupid pointless existence of High School. Stupid dad making me go. To further my education, he wasn't so strict with Harrison, he was allowed to skip. Then again Harrison was always seen by my dad as the better hunter. However I don't believe that is the case.

Harrison was technically is the better hunter. He has the best aim. But there's a lot more to hunting than shooting straight. There's bravery and heart and the passion for the job. All of which Harrison had lost very quickly. He wanted to leave the hunting world and he wanted me to leave it too. If he wasn't so hell bent on making me in to a normal person he wouldn't be forcing me to school while dad was on a hunt.

He turned the corner and I could see the gates of hell. Students with their friends and trendy clothing. I just didn't fit. I should be back looking at the newspaper looking for hunts, researching the forbidden. The car shuddered as Harrison pulled the hand break on.

"Play nice." He said to me looking down his nose at me. "No getting into fights. Study hard, answer questions."

I groaned at my brother. "Let's ditch. Get some ice cream and join dad on his hunt."

"How about you get your little butt out of my car and go to school." I pouted my mouth at him and he laughed. "And we can have pizza for dinner."

"Fine." I opened the car door and stepped out. "And I get to drive home?" Harrison nodded and smiled. I was about to slam the door when Harrison spoke again.

"Elizabeth Ariel Lexington, take that thing out of your bag." I sighed and flinched to the sound of my full name, then heaved my bag on the seat opened the zip and pulled out an old book out and handed it to him. "Can you try and be normal?"

"I am normal." I snapped back. "It's the rest of the world that's un-normal. They chose to live in ignorance."

Harrison shook his head and reached in and pulled out a silver flask. "You wont be needing that either."

"If I die by the hands of a demon its all your fault." I snapped again as I pulled out my bag from his car and slammed the door shut and stormed off to the hell.

I raked my fingers through my dark brown hair as I walked through the gates. To my left was Mandy Sinclair, a bottle blond with grey eyes that she pretended were blue, sitting underneath a large oak tree with a smile on her face as she chatted to her friends. As I walked past them they stopped talking and started to laugh.

I must not kill her, I must not start a fight. I promised. I wish I took today off like I did yesterday. Yet that's why Harrison drove me to the gates of hell. Stupid school calling to see why I wasn't there, man I want to start throwing punches.

I sighed and kept walking as I saw two boys, one clearly older than the other, walking slightly in front of me, one totally sporting the 'bad boy' look and the other one looking awkward and trying to blend.

The bad boy try hard was in a couple of my classes. Apparently he was new yesterday. So I am no longer the new kid. I could almost celebrate I was no longer the new kid. However new kid and new girl are two very different things.

Mandy watched me like a hawk when I walked into home room three minuets after the bell. She was already sitting in her semi cool seating position surrounded by her equally as blond friends. Mrs Ratchet shuffled the papers on her desk as I pushed past Eddy, the class Jock who made a deliberate attempt to give me a little pat on my arse.

Counting to ten I sat down on my seat near the back to avoid any eyes. The door swang open and in walked the leather jacket clad guy from this morning. Fantastic.

"Class this is Dean Wincherster." Mrs Ratchet said patting Dean on the back. "He has just moved here from Truman High, some of you might have seen him around before. Anything you would like to say to the class Dean?"

"No thanks sweetheart." He responded with a smirk and a wink. Mandy instantly was drawn to him.

Yet I couldn't contain an eye roll and a sigh as I slipped down in my seat.

Lunch came around and I was at my locker trying to waste as much time. I hated people my age. The sound of shoes skidding around on the cheap schooling floor snapped me to attention. Up at the mouth of the hallway was the boy I saw today with that bad boy wanna be who, Dean Winchester.

He was running quite fast for a kid his age. Then as soon as I could register his speed in my mind four other kids turned the corner. Slightly larger than this boy chasing after him shouting out insults at him. I heard the words 'freak' and 'homo', oh boy the young-ones aren't all that imaginative. Yet the poor kid looked conflicted.

He neared me, and a smile etched to my mouth. I could very easily save this kid from a bashing, and all I had to do is play up to my own freak reputation. He neared me his gangly legs pumping and hitting the ground. I reached out my arm and grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him pushing him up against the lockers.

"You slashed my tires you little-."

"I didn't!" The boy exclaimed.

"I saw you did it, don't deny it. You have no idea what I can do to you do you?"

The boys where were chasing this kid stopped and looked at me and ran off. I smiled and dropped my grip around the kid and patted him on his head.

"I didn't." He said.

"I know. I don't even have my own car." I stepped back. "Let me guess you looked at them wrongly?" He looked at me dumb struck. I clicked my fingers in front of his face. "Is anyone there?"

"What just happened?"

"I saved you from getting your ass kicked, no need to thank me. I live a thankless existence." I moved away from him and opened my locker slightly and got my lunch. His eyes grew as he saw the stuff stuck up on the inside of my locker.

"You into this stuff?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and looked at him. Never before have I wanted to tell him just how much of apart those things were in my life, in my family's life.

"I wouldn't say into."

"But it's so ab-"

"Normal?" I finished off for him, I bent my knees a little and looked him into the eye. "There's a lot to be said about being abnormal kid. The abnormal are the who make a difference effect people's lives. Normal people tend to look out for number one, it takes an abnormal person to see past it all and see the truth and to care."

"But normal is so-" The kid was cut off by his name being called by a louder much deeper voice. In haste I slammed my locker shut, and turned around to see his brother.

"Sammy? What you doing here?" His eyes landed on me and his eye brows shot up. "Hey sweetheart."

"Yeah – no." I responded to the oldest brother, put my hand on the kids head and turned around.

I went and sat underneath a tree by the fence line and observed. Dean stormed out of the school building clearly looking for someone but got distracted by Mandy who grabbed him and started to bluntly flirt with him.

Then too soon the bell went, like the most unholy sound. The sound that signalled the start of gym. I would rather be anywhere but here at this present moment.

Like a death march I walked to the girls lockers. I hated without any doubt in my mind, hated more than I hated witches, the girls locker room and gym class. As I walked in I heard sniggers as the beautiful people started to change talking about the new guy Dean. Mandy was boasting about how they made out in the cleaning supplies closet yesterday. Yes that's all class, hooking up with the new guy at school when he hasn't even been there a day.

I pulled off my black t-shirt and replaced it with the white one, and pulled down my three quarter length pants and replaced them with green shorts. I hated this. They sniggered at me and the scar on my hip from an angry ghost.

Then once again I marched out and saw the boys already lined up, instantly my eyes were drawn to Dean. He stood out from the others. Even he could make the lime green shorts look good.

Damn. I think he's hot.

"Alright!" Shouted Coach. "Today we are going to play dodge ball. I presume you all know how to play."

The class murmured as the coach dropped some balls on to the gym floor. He blew his whistle and the game began. It wasn't long till Mandy had thrown a ball straight at my head at full force.

So I sat out, anger building in my body as she and Dean dominated the game. I felt angry that because I had to pretended to be normal I couldn't show just how strong I really was. The whistle blew again and Dean gave a cocky smile and was announced the winner.

Then like sheep we reassembled. Revenge rattled around in my body. Mandy was the first one to grab the ball and just like last time she aimed it right at me. The pink ball sailed through the air then my reflexes kicked in and I caught it with precise precision. Her eyes widened as I aimed the ball at her and made it hit her in the head. One by one Dean and I got our fellow class mates out.

Then it was just the two of us. He gave me a smirk, and I repaid the same look. Then as if we counted down and threw the ball to each other hitting one and another with such force.

"Draw" The coach called as he blew the whistle and like ants we went to our respective changing rooms. The girls bundled up their clothing and went to the showers, and I did to, hearing the ridicule and the comments about my body and my personality. What a charming age group I happen to be living in. Like normal I didn't say anything, if I was she would say something back and then I would let my fist fly right into her face. I can ignore the side comments I had dealt with a lot worse.

Then once again the girls started to spill out of the change rooms. Their pointless chatter wanting me to put a drill into my temple. Beside the tree near the mouth of the gym stood Dean Winchester. Who the hell did he think he was? Some bad ass hunter? That would be a laugh.

"Hey Mandy." He called out a smile on his face but his eyes weren't on her. She bounded up to him a smile on her face, she wrapped her arms around him and then they started to talk in a privet conversation. As I walked by I heard my name which clearly caught my attention.

"Yeah that's Elizabeth. Total freak," she added. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk. "I heard her mum killed herself."

I can let a lot of things slide. I can understand the hell of high school and just get over it. But I can't and I won't let that bitch talk about my mother. Things started to boil inside of me. An obsessed anger, that just caused me to lose control.

I span around to see her traditionally beautiful face, my fist clenched. I was like a snake ready to strike. Before I could make any movement towards the bitch two strong arms grabbed me around my middle.

"Don't think about it." Dean's voice said as he carried me out down the path to the car park. I stopped moving. He set me down his eyes connecting with mine instantly making me feel uneasy. "Look," he sighed, "I know what she said was-"

"You know nothing Winchester." I snapped back my fist clenched.

He shrugged and folded his arms. "I know a lot more than you will ever know."

Then I had this weird feeling, like something was strong and compelling me towards him. Like a magnet. I wanted – no I needed to fight this feeling. His face changed. It grew stronger and stronger, he stepped forward.

"Oi McNuggets!" A voice came out of my brothers 1964 AMC Rambler Ambassador, it was back and shone in the sun.

Then my face turned red at my embarrassing childhood nickname. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my brother leaning out of his car watching me and the oldest Winchester.

"McNuggets?" Dean laughed but I didn't say anything, I gave him a look and turned around.

"Thanks for stopping me before things got out of hand." I called out over my shoulder.

"Yeah I stopped a girl fight… Something must be wrong with me." I heard him mutter under his breath. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his immature comment.

Hey I have decided to re edit the chapters I have already up loaded. I have written the another thirteen chapters So I will update pretty soon. Not long till season 5. Can't wait. Please keep reading it gets better as it goes. Also review.