Shadows of the Night

You said, oh girl, it's a cold world
when you keep it all to yourself.
I said, you can't hide on the inside,
all the pain you've ever felt.
Ransom my heart, but baby don't look back
'Cause we got nobody else.

We're running with the shadows of the night,
so baby take my hand, it'll be all right.
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight,
they'll come true in the end.

"Shadows of the Night" by Pat Benatar

*Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from this show. All I got to my name is my OC so please don't sue, I'm broke.*

Prologue

Present Day

-Nebraska-

Dean pulled the minivan into the gravel parking lot, brakes protesting, and eyed the dusty looking dive bar distrustfully. Sighing painfully, he put the piece of shit in park, "Man, this is humiliating," he complained, mostly to himself.

Sam just shook his head at his brother as he climbed out of the van, irritated at Dean for slamming his door. Wheels were wheels to him. His brother did not share the same sentiment.

"I feel like a freaking soccer mom!" Dean half shouted while glancing around to check the place out. There was nothing to see other than the sign above the door that read, "Harvelle Roadhouse", as far as he could tell.

"It's the only car Bobby had running," Sam explained for what felt like the millionth time since Bobby handed him the keys.

He was ignored while Dean continued checking the place out, searching for signs of life while eyeing the possible entrances that they could use.

"Hello! Anybody here?" Sam called while casually walking around the corner of the building.

Dean had settled on just going through the front door, "Hey. You bring the uh," He trailed off as Sam came back around, deciding he felt nobody was home.

"Of course," he tossed Dean the pick set.

He caught it and bent down to the lock, swiftly unlocking the door which creaked in protest as he pushed it open. They walked in to an open room with a bar and a few booths and chairs that looked to be well kept except for the broken light that buzzed and caught their attention for a split second. Almost immediately, their attention was brought back to a man passed out on a pool table in a separate area towards the back.

"Hey, buddy?" Sam tried to talk to the guy as Dean walked closer to inspect, "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen," he said, looking down at the man with vague interest.

"Yeah," Dean added nonchalantly as they started to pan out and look through the bar. Dean glanced Sam's way as his brother walked through a swinging door that led into a back room. He started walking around deciding what to do next when he heard a slight noise. He didn't have time to react as he felt the oh-too-familiar barrel of a gun pressed against his back. "Oh, god. Please let that be a rifle," he said sarcastically as he put his hands up in a display of peace.

The gun cocked. "No, I'm just real happy to see you," a feminine voice retorted.

Suddenly, all of his focus was on the body behind him. He didn't notice another person slip out from the same room, slowly and silently making their way up to the two, gun ready to be drawn.

"Don't move," the voice said again, this time much harsher as she nudged him with the gun, keeping his attention even further away from the figure that was almost to her side now.

"Not moving, copy that," he almost laughed. The person was at the girl's side now, making eye contact with her to display her intentions before reaching to take the gun and control of the situation. He continued before the figure could grab it, "You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do..."

He turned and swiftly had the rifle out of the girl's hand and released the bullets.

"That," he mumbled confusedly as it had just registered that there was another girl standing there too. He didn't even have time to get a good look at the new aggressor because of the fist flying fearsomely fast at him. She had punched him, hard, right between the eyes. The first girl caught the rifle as he dropped while doubling over and clutching his face, blood falling into his hands. Vaguely, he registered the sound of a new gun being cocked, and most likely pointed at him, too.

"Sam! Need some help in here!" He called to his brother as the pain finally hit him. "I can't see, I can't even see," he mumbled as he attempted to assess the damage and try to glance at the new person that hit him, but his hand covered his face and his vision was blurry.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up," Sam gestured with a nod of his head to the woman leading him out of the room with a gun, noticing the two women that had guns pointed at him.

"Dean?" The second girl spoke as she was finally able to get a good look at him. She sounded confused and relieved, maybe more than she should have been.

He looked back at the sound of the familiar voice and saw a face he thought he'd never see again. It barely even registered when the woman who had Sam spoke up and asked them if they were Winchesters. He gave a short, "Yeah," but his attention was completely on the woman standing in a protective position in front of the shorter girl. He had gotten lost in her as their eyes met, if only for a split second, as mixed emotions, mainly shock, flickered across his face. He regained himself just as quickly, but the wonder was still barely evident in his voice,

"Jackie?"

A/N:

Hey lovelies! Apologies for such a short prologue but I wanted to go ahead and get this little bit out there so I could get some feedback, maybe, possibly… fingers crossed.

This whole idea basically just popped into my head one day. I was re-watching Supernatural and I noticed that we never heard anything other than that one line in the first episode about Dean's first solo hunt, and boom! A character was born (well not that easily but you get the idea). So this is me building on that idea I had.

I already have a nice portion of the beginning of this story written, so the first chapter should be posted within the next two days. It will most likely be the entirety of Dean's time in New Orleans, and Jackie's origin story, although, I haven't exactly decided if I want to merge it with the "Everybody Loves a Clown" episode and do a flashback type deal, but you'll know when I post it, obviously.

This story is going to follow the series for the most part, with a few detail changes along the way. I'm going to try to leave everything the way it is, but I will need to mix some stuff around to fit my OC in as smoothly as possible.

Anyways, this is my first attempted story (in the history of forever) so, I'm just testing the waters. Any feedback is welcome, and I desperately want criticism just don't be stupidly mean with it because I'll ignore you. I'm not going to be one of those authors that won't post if I don't have reviews (no offense to the authors that do, I get it) because this is really just something for myself. I was gonna go crazy if I didn't get this out onto paper.

Hope you enjoy!

-C