Author's Note: Apologies if any character is OOC, if I accidentally get some info wrong or if I mess up on continuity, or anything else that might be wrong with this fic. I'm mostly writing this because I thought it'd be a cool idea. Anyway, enjoy and review ^_^ Oh, and I haven't decided on pairings yet. Could be some CrowleyxOC, could be some light Destiel, I'm not 100% certain yet.
Chapter 1
"I'm going, and that's final." I narrowed my eyes and clutched my suitcase with an iron grip.
"Morgan, they're the Winchesters, they always get through somehow." Victor whined, sulking like a child, "You shouldn't go."
"I haven't heard from Sam in ages. He promised to check in once a month until the trials were done." I sighed, exasperated as my flight was announced. "And no, you aren't going. They won't trust you as much, you work directly with demons."
He growled under his breath in an irritated manner, "But what if they find out-"
"I'll work something out." I waved goodbye as I made a mad dash to the terminal.
Victor always did worry too much. When he and Darius picked me up after the devil's gate opened, he'd barely let me go out. Over the next 6 years, we went through and survived a lot. I'd proven I was tough. It didn't stop him from worrying, but I understood that he meant well by it.
It was hard to believe it had been so long since a 14-year-old girl had to run from her demon-possessed parents. So long since I had been inducted into the Hunter Guild and taught how to slay the creatures of the night. I'd spent 6 years defending Scotland from the aftermath of the US disasters. It was about time I went to see them for myself.
The plane journey was tedious and the Winchester's latest motel room was further still. Following a taxidermist's murder case, apparently, small time compared to their usual cases. As I knocked on the door, I hoped they hadn't come prepared for demons, but I severely doubted that.
Dean was the one who answered as he screwed up his face in an attempt to remember me, "Uh who are you and why have you been tailing us?"
"Orianna?" Sam's voice wafted out of the room as he appeared beside his brother, "Is that you?"
"Hey, Sam. It's good to see..." I paused in the middle of my sigh of relief. Something seemed wrong about Sam...his presense was somehow different, "So, uh, how come you haven't been online? I got worried when you weren't picking up our video calls."
"We've been sorta busy lately." Dean's frown deepened, then broke into a smile as inspiration struck, "Oh, you're that chick who answers calls for that Nocturne guy sometimes. How's he been doing?"
I forgot to look down to the floor as I stepped into the room, "He's great. What've you guys been up to? We-"
I tried to take another step forward, but some invisible force held me in place. There was an awkward pause as the Winchester brothers processed why I wouldn't be able to escape the Devil's Trap they had painted on the floor. I'd been afraid something like this might happen. They weren't going to like this.
"Now, let's just remain calm. I can expla-" My sentence was cut short by a flash of holy water to the face. I hissed as it burned like acid, understanding why demon's reacted so badly to contact with the stuff.
"Explain what? That you're a freakin' demon?" The older brother snarled, knife at the ready, "Seems pretty simple to me."
"It's not like that, just stop for-" I was interrupted by Sam's obnoxiously loud exorcism chant. It stung a bit, but it was little more than a slight annoyance.
Let me deal with this, the voice in my head muttered. I sighed and agreed, allowing Mona to take over for a while.
"Alright, douchebags, listen up." Mona scowled, having lost all patience, "My eyes might be black, but that doesn't mean I need to be evicted. Only reason I'm in this meat suit is so that she doesn't die."
"Die?" Sam held up a hand in front of his brother, "Why would you care if some hunter girl dies?"
"Hmmm...let me put this into terms that won't offend your delicate sensibilities." She paused for a moment, then spoke slowly, "My...let's say employer...does business with this girl's friend. Mostly exchanging information and secrets. Part of their arrangement was that this girl isn't meant to die during the line of duty. One hunting accident later, and I was called in to save her. I'm her life support machine, so to speak."
"Sam." Dean shot his brother a hawkish glare before directing his gaze back to Mona, "Why didn't you tell me that guy worked with demons?"
The expression on Sam's face was a priceless mix of being dumbstruck, embarrassed and incredibly guilty. He tried to stutter out an answer but we all knew there wasn't anything that could be said to improve Dean's reaction.
"Calm your tits, soldier." Mona giggled, "Trust me, I'm not too thrilled about this assignment either. I'll be next on the chopping block the minute my boss decides he doesn't like that boy or Morgan here."
"And why does any of that mean I shouldn't gank you right now?" The older Winchester refused to let his stare falter.
"I think I'll let Morgan explain this one. See you later, meat bags." She grinned before fading to the back of my mind. Even now, I still felt a little dizzy when I returned to the driver's seat.
"I know this all must seem crazy to you, but she wasn't lying." I kept my hands up, hoping that if they chose to attack I could at least defend myself a little, "If you kill her, you'll have to kill me, and I'm not dead yet. I still have control most of the time. I still want to live and hunt and keep people safe. It's not your right to take that from me."
There was a moment of quiet, the brother's contemplating the situation. Dean signalled to Sam and the two retreated to the back of the room, guard still up a they discussed their course of action in heated whispers. It was that moment that highlighted how terrifying the brothers could be. I was used to being overshadowed by tall people (I was a measly 5 feet tall while Victor was a whole foot taller), but there was something about their tallness in that moment that intimidated me. Perhaps it was that, in their eyes, I was a monster, and the Winchesters weren't known for their mercy towards monsters. There were sparse rumours of them letting the occasional beastie escape, even stories that Dean was friends with a vampire, but nobody could confirm these rumours for certain. I anxiously awaited their verdict.
"Ok." Dean pocketed his knife as Sam carefully scuffed the Devil's Trap on the floor, "I'm willing to give this a shot, for your sake. But if your demon betrays us, I won't hesitate to ice both of you."
"Understood." I smiled gratefully, flopping down on one of the beds to state at the ceiling, "So, made any progress on the whole 'Shit, all the angels fell' thing?"
"Not...really." Sam furrowed his brow, clearly troubled by something, "That exorcism I did earlier didn't work on you."
"Mona's locked in here." I explained, glad to be able to relax for the first time in a week, "Which was my idea, before you start blaming her. I thought it might be inconvenient if the one thing keeping me alive could be torn out at any moment."
"I guess..." Sam still seemed confused, "I'm sorry, this is just a little strange. In most possessions, the demon has full control all the time."
"Part of the deal was that I get to keep control." I stretched and curled up like a cat, "No point keeping me alive if I'm not the one that's alive."
"We really need to get working on this case. You stay here until we're done." Dean grabbed his coat and mended the Devil's Trap, "We'll talk more about how this is gonna work later."
"Yes, sir." I mock-saluted, too exhausted to be serious, "I was gonna take a nap anyway."
I didn't pay much attention to what followed. They brought a cute dog in, Dean started playing fetch and yelling at the mailman, something to do with some guy in a hat or something. I didn't much mind that I wasn't in on this hunt, as interesting as it sounded. I decided I'd have to ask all about it once everything had settled down. It'd probably be a while before the Winchesters would be less edgy around me. It was another day before they were done and Dean formally spoke to me.
"We need to set a few ground rules, so I hope you're both listening." Dean sat opposite me, stern and serious, "First, if you're gonna hunt with us, do it well or don't do it. I don't want your demon getting in the way of the job."
"She tends to stay out the way on the job anyway." I shrugged.
"Second...we're going to let you stay in the bunker with us, but you're not allowed to know its location. It's better you don't have that kind of information." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Finally, you can't come with us to see any other hunters. If they find out that you're possessed, then we're all screwed. Got it?"
"Sure." I yawned, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need a nap."
I awoke to the comforting hum of the Impala's engine. The blindfold wasn't too bad, but Mona growled frustratedly at the back of my mind. She liked to enjoy the scenery when she was travelling. She'd complained all through the plane journey about how boring all the clouds were and how there was nothing interesting up in the sky since the angels fell.
"How long until we get there?" I mumbled blearily, rubbing my eyes through the blindfold in an attempt to feel more awake.
"Not long, we're almost there." Sam reassured me.
Other people's cars always smell peculiar. The owners soon get used to the smell and soon forget it, but strangers will always notice a car's unique scent and the story it tells. The Impala smelled of sulfur, blood, and countless creatures and wards. It definitely smelled like the car of a typical hunter.
The car came to an abrupt halt and I was told I could remove the blindfold. I was greeted to the sight of a plain metal door embedded into the side of a hill. Mona would've liked to let ourselves in, but the place was warded against that sort of thing, much to her annoyance. She didn't like having to use door if she could help it.
Typical racism, She muttered bitterly in my head.
"We've got another guy living here, a prophet called Kevin." Sam explained, "He's...a little edgy around demons. He's gonna need a while to adjust."
"That's fine, as long as he doesn't keep lobbing salt at me." I grinned, half-joking. I'd been building up a tolerance to salt. By now, I could manage to stomach it on food just fine, but sadly the amount that hunters normally used was still too much for me. I'd also been learning to be more careful with my weapons.
The bunker was bigger than I had expected. Compared to my poky little flat in Glasgow and the tiny motel rooms I'd been sleeping in, the place was a palace, a holy temple to all hunters. An asian boy sat at the table down the stairs, focused on a stone tablet and various pieces of paper.
He looked up for a moment and smiled, "Hey, Sam, Dean. Who's your friend?"
The Winchesters exchanged nervous glances until Dean headed down the spiral staircase, "Can I just talk to you for a second?"
"That'll be Kevin then." I wondered out loud, "Cuter than I thought he'd be."
"I...don't think he'll be interested." The intense concentration in Sam's face showed that he was choosing his words carefully.
"A demon?!" Kevin yelled abruptly, echoing off the walls, "First Crowley, now this? What next, are we inviting Abaddon over?"
"Crowley?" I did my best to conceal my panic, "What did he mean by Crowley?"
"We have him locked up in our dungeon." Sam murmured, "Why, do you know him?"
"I...I..." My confidence wavered for a moment.
They won't trust us if they know, Mona reminded me.
"I heard Nocturne talk about him." I tried to shrug it off casually, "It's his job to know these things."
"Fair enough, I guess." Sam seemed only half-convinced.
I figured now would be a good time to attempt to calm down the shouting prophet. I wanted to move on to more important matters, such as the angels. Dean was trying his best, but it didn't seem to be quite enough to soothe Kevin's fears.
"Listen, uh, Kevin..." I was no good at talking to new people, so I clenched my fists to stop my hands from shaking, "I know you don't like this idea, but I'm still a hunter, demon or not. And if it all goes south, Dean and Sam will be here to clean the mess up. So it's gonna be ok, alright?"
There was an awkward silence before Kevin returned to his work, muttering darkly to himself. I hadn't expected a positive reaction, but less clear hatred along with the tolerance would have been preferable. I sighed, hoping that, in time, Kevin might get used to me, even if he never got used to Mona.
"So, uh, Morgan, or whatever your name really is." Dean grinned sheepishly, obviously apologetic for Kevin's outburst, "How about I give you a tour of the place?"
"And finally, this will be your room." Dean pushed a door at the end of the corridor open "Stay as long as you like, though...uh...you are gonna go home sometime, right?"
"Of course. My boys'll need me." I smiled pleasantly, pleased to have a room of my own, no matter how plain it was, "I'm just staying to help you and Sam sort out this angel mess. You'll need all the help you can get."
"Right. Just making sure." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "You might not want to introduce Mona to Kevin. He's still a little sour on the idea."
With that, Dean left and I lounged on my bed, content with my surroundings in spite of the complexities of the situation. Better there than waiting in a different continent for another disaster to blow over, at any rate.
"You know, I think I'm gonna like it here." I said softly.
Me too, Mona replied, This place is gonna be so much fun.