Disclaimer: This is a re-write of a previous work. As always I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: 3 Months Ago -Rescued By a Winchester

My name is Allie Volkov. Which is actually short for Allison. I was driving down the interstate in a rush to get home. I had just gotten back from an internship in London for theatre. Yes, I was in fact a theatre major, and no; I was not a starving artist. I was actually making money at the time. At an intersection with a Red light I stopped; that's when everything changed. My cell phone started to ring and so of course I pulled off to the side of the road, and answered my parents call. I wish I had known what had awaited me. Maybe then I could have saved them. When I picked up the phone I heard my Grandma scream. Then a gunshot, and another gunshot. My Mom yelled into the phone. "Allie, can you hear me. Don't come home. - Static - found us -static -aren't safe here anymore -static - So sorry and now - static - die. Find the Winchesters. I contacted - Static - They will know what to do. We love you. We love you." Then I heard a scream and the dial tone. It was silent on the other end. Fear gripped my heart so tight that I couldn't breathe. I had no idea what was going on. "MOM! MOM! DAD! NANNIE!" I heard a car engine idling behind me. It looked rather old. I heard a knock on my window and jumped so high and screamed so loud I was surprised I hadn't shot through the roof. When I looked over, I saw a man leaning down, his hair was rather messy. He was handsome. It is funny, looking back on it now; that you never realize how much someone means to you before you meet them. To this day, Dean still gives me shit about how scared I looked. One time he even told me, " I was surprised you didn't shit a little." He can be an asshole sometimes. I, of course Had no idea what lay in store for me. I had no idea what part I would play.

2 Hours Later (I am switching to present tense for convenience.)

" You expect me to believe that my parents were killed by Demons? You are crazy!" I told him.

" It's the truth." He said.

" Well, I am going home. It was nice to meet you ummm..." I said.

" The name's Dean. And where exactly are you gonna go? Your parents are dead! Your sister would only be put in danger if you went to find her! You don't have anyone... except for me." Dean said.

"FUCK YOU, I am going to get in my car and go home." I said.

" What car? You left at the side of the road remember? I saved your ass. Didn't you get the voicemail?"

" I did, but they were probably just playing a prank on me, right?... right?" I said, trying to reassure myself.

Dean shakes his head and scoffs. Then he takes off his shirt.

" What the fuck are you doing? I ask?

" Showering" He says.

For the next 30 minutes I am alone with my thoughts. I don't really want to think about anything as my hands are folded behind my head. I stare up at the ceiling. He is crazy but unfortunately for me, his rational actually makes sense. No one would ever want to hurt my family. We don't have any enemies that I know of. We lived in a safe neighborhood. There wasn't any option other than supernatural. I must bee going crazy too. Maybe it is contagious. Maybe - I hear the water shut off and rusting in the bathroom. -Maybe it is true. It would be interesting. Oh God, what is that smell? Is that me? - I hear the door open to the bathroom. - I look over to the door and no longer can think properly. He holds a towel around his waist with water running down his chest. I swallow hard and avert my eyes; I am honorable after all. I feel guilt wrack my insides. My family could be dead and here I am ogling a man that only has half a working brain. He is so sexy though. No. I think to myself. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip. Bad. Bad Allie. He clears his throat.

" Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I am fine." My voice cracks and squeaks. You certainly get accustomed to seeing people naked in theatre but not like this. There isn't exactly time for modesty when you have about two minutes to put on pants, a coat , a tie, shoes, and replace microphones.

" Is there still hot water left?" I ask?

" Yes." He says.

" Okay, see you in a bit." I say.

As I undress I hear a knock on the door. In a panic I shout, " Just a minute." Just as I am finishing wrapping a towel around my body the guy opens the door.

" Don't you knock?" I snap at him." What was your name again?" I ask.

" My name is Dean, and I was wonderin' if I left my razor in here."

" You should keep the stubble, it looks better." I answer truthfully.

"Whatever," He rolls his eyes and shuts the door.

Alone again I remove the towel and begin to examine my body. This fragile, breakable and finite lump of flesh. I close my eyes and breathe deeply and then open my eyes. My brown curly hair never really stays in one place. If I don't shower it tends to become frizzy as it is now. I flatten it out with my hands and look deeply at the person in the mirror. My eyes are brown. My dad used to compare how full of shit a person was with how brown their eyes were. I chuckle softly to myself. My nose, I take my index finger and run the length of it; It is wide and is somewhat hooked. My lips are small and somewhat thin. My face is not unpleasant but not stunning either. Unique but certainly not plain. I grab my stomach fat and pull it together. I could stand to lose a few pounds. My breasts are rather large and they tend to get in the way. I know that if I lost weight they would go down a cup size. I sigh and gather my shampoo and conditioner and put them in the shower. I return to examining myself in the mirror. I run my fingers down my butt and give it a swat. and look at the patch of hair in-between my thighs. No need to groom down there; after all it's not like anyone is ever going to see it anyway. My calves are pretty small compared to my thighs. I look down and examine my feet. They are perfectly flat; another inconvenience.

I step into the shower. The water is warm against my skin and I release the breath I had been holding. I relax, and after a long time of standing in the warmth I begin to think. What use is being in a shower when you can't do anything useful. Through out the shower I think about a lot of things, I think about my family, and my sister. I wonder if they are alive. If maybe the hot psycho outside is right? I wonder if I will ever have a normal life or if I am doomed to a life with Whatshisname out there. As I step out of the shower and dry my hair, I come to the realization. That maybe Whathisname isn't so crazy after all. I hate admitting it, but a demon would make sense. Without Dean... I think it was Dean... I would have gone straight home into the ambush. I had a feeling that he and I wouldn't be separating any time soon. For some reason that made me smile. I think maybe he was telling the truth. If that is the case... it is time to go Hunting.