A young girl, no older than 2 was seen chasing a big black car, yelling for her father. She wanted him to stop and take her where ever he was going. The black car sped up and the girl began to slow down. She was out of breath from not only running but crying as well. She stopped and watched the car disappear into the darkness. She turned and walked back to her small little town, crying. People's body were everywhere. Hanging out of windows and doors. All over the roads and on cars. The girl returned to her home, and went into the living room. Her mother was laying in the middle of the room, cold and dead. She took her dead mother's hand, and started crying her little heart out, asking for her mommy to come back, to wake up. When she didn't respond, the girl knew that she was alone in this world.

14 years later…

A black 67' Chevy Impala pulled up to the USC's Sorority house, on a Thursday afternoon. A man in his mid-twenties parked across the street from the house and got out, and sat on his hood. He had spiky light brown hair, hazel-green eyes and a fair complexion. His style was an undershirt and a button-up shirt on top of that. He also wore jeans and biker boots.

He crossed the street and entered the house. Surprisingly, the front door was open. When he crossed the threshold, he was in men heaven. There where beautiful college girls all over the place, on the stairs sitting in on couches, talking in the kitchen, everywhere. The smile on his face grew from ear to ear. He walked up the stairs and passed the some of the girls standing and sitting on the way up to the rooms.

"Can I help you?", a woman who, looked like she was also in her mid-twenties had asked him. The man turned around at the sound of her voice and put on an arrogant smile.

"Yes you can. I'm looking for Kristina. The front office at the school said I could find her here."

"What's your name? And how do you know her?"

"Dean?", a voice said from behind them. Dean turned around and was astonished at what he saw. A girl, who looked as though she couldn't be older than 16, was standing behind them, leaning on a door frame with her arms crossed. She had long curly black hair, that reached the small of her back. She moved over to Dean and gave him a big hug. Dean didn't know what was happening.

"Just play along", she whispered into his ear. He gave the older lady a smile then broke the hug and looked down at the girl. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen on anyone.

"I haven't seen you since high school Dean. How's Sam and your dad? Oh and please tell me that you took really good car of that car of yours. Thanks Brittany, I think I got it from here.", she said as she took Dean's arm and brought him to her room. She closed the door after she let got Dean's arm.

"Well that was a close one. So… Dean Winchester… John Winchester's son. What in the world are you doing here?"

"Wait, you know me, my dad and Sam? How do you know us, if dad has never told us about you?"

"John was a friend of my moms. She was a Hunter as well. They went on a couple hunts together. That's I know him. He talked about you so that's how I know you. I met Sam at a convention at Stanford. So that's about it.", she said.

"Okay that says a lot. So my dad said that you were one of the best hunters out there. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I've been hunting since my mother died. Killed my first demon at the age of seven.",

"Wow. That's pretty impressive."

"Yeah your telling me. Hey are you hungry?"

"I am starving."

"Good, me too. I'll go get some wraps.", she said. She went into the small fridge that was standing under the desk by the window. She got them and passed one to Dean. He quickly unwrapped one and took a huge first bite. Kris looked back at Dean who was enjoying his first bite. She giggle and said, "You can thank me later for the wrap. Can you make sure that the door is shut."

"Sure, but why?", Dean asked with some food in his mouth. He got up and checked the door's lock. Every lock on the door was locked except the last one on the knob. He clicked that one shut and sat back on to the bed.

"I have to clean out some of my weapons. There was a demon that I exorcised last night at this small town about 3 hours from here. I got a little ugly, I mean have you ever seen a demon in it's true form. It's ugly!", she said. She walked over to her closet and started to arrange some of her cloths.

"Where do you keep your innovatory of weapons?"

"Well I keep them in the back of my closet, so my roommate doesn't find them."

"Wait, your roommate doesn't know you hunt? Where does she think you go at night?"

"I just tell her that I am going to the library or going to a party. If I'm not back for the night, then she knows I'm at a friend's house studying or something."

"Wow well that's some trusting roommate."

"Hey I may 16, but that doesn't mean I need babysitter."

"Wait a minute. You're in college, how are you 16 years old?"

"I'm 2 years ahead of my class. Don't ask me how, I'm just smart."

"That's great thought, but where do you get the time to do all of this?"

"No sleep. I haven't been able to sleep for the past 2 months now and I don't know why.", Kris finished. She went into the back of her closet and brought out a big black bag. She dumped the weapons on to the bed in front of Dean and started arranging them. Her knives were incredibly sharp and clean, as well as most of her guns. Her shotgun had some text written on the side of it.

"What's this say?"

"I don't know, it's Arabic. It was my mom's. You know you never answered my question, Dean? What are you doing here?"

"My dad told me 2 weeks ago to come find you. He said that you were in danger and that I needed to come find you and bring you with me."

"That's strange. John Winchester care about me? That's a first?"

"Why you say that?"

"Oh it's nothing. I'm just being a little skeptical. It doesn't mean anything.". Just as she finished she heard a knock on the door. "Hey Kris! You wanna open up. It's my room too you know. I swear for someone so young, you are a little mysterious."

"Oh man it's Nikki. Help me put these back into the bag.", Kris said quietly. "Just wait a sec, Nikki. We have books all over the place and I don't want you stepping on them."

"Well hurry up", Nikki yelled from the other side of the door. Dean helped Kris put all her weapons back in her bag and stuffed it back into the back of her closet. Kris fixed her bed and check if their was anything paranormal left in the room. She went over to the door, looked back at Dean, who nodded his head, and then opened the door for her roommate. Nikki walked in, holding a man's hand as she came by Kris, who was standing at the door. Nikki was shocked when she found Dean eating on the bed. He looked up and gave her a simple smile, then went on eating his wrap.

"Um… Kris, who's this?"

"Oh, this is Dean. He's a son of one of my mom's old friend. He has asked me to come on a little road trip with him. So I'm going to be gone for a week or so."

"You are? So this means I get the room to myself for a whole week?"

"Yup, but don't do anything in my bed, ok? Last thing I need is to find something unwanted on my sheets."

"Oh shut-up. I won't touch your precious bed ok. So when are you leaving?"

"Umm.. Actual right now. So I'll see you in a week, ok?"

"Yeah", Nikki said. She came over to Kris and gave her a big hug. "Take care of yourself kid."

"Oh I'm not a baby, Nik. I'll be a okay. I'll be with Dean", she said. The 2 girls looked over at him who smiled again. "Don't worry, he is not as dumb as he looks"

"Hey"

"Oh come on, let's hit the road".

"Yeah, let's get going.", Dean said quickly. He finished his wrap and started heading for the door. He moved over and waited for Kris as she grabbed her bag and followed him out the door and out of the house. Dean grabbed her bag for her and dumped into the trunk of his car.

Kris simply looked at the Impala. "Its been a while.", she thought to herself. She looked over at Dean, who was looking back at her. She smiled at him and walked over to the passenger side of the car. Dean simply watched her as she got into the car. He then got in himself and turned the car on.

"So what is the reason for all this? Why does your dad want me to come with you?"

"He thinks that there is something after you, so he said for me to come and get you."

"Well what is it? What wants me? I killed the demon that was after me when I was 7. It was the same one that killed my mother."

"A demon killed your mother?"

"Yeah, she was possessed while she gave her birth to me. I think that's why I can do things that no one else can do. It started around 2 months ago. I have a feeling that it has something to do with my lack of sleep."

"Let me get this straight. Your mother was possessed by a demon when she gave birth to you, and now your saying that you have some sort of demonic power?"

"Well I think I may be demonic. You see it was your dad that killed my mom. Well not killed her, but sent the bitch that was possessing her, back to hell for good. My mom was dead when it left her body.",Kris said quietly. She looked down at her hands and started to play with her nails.

"How do you know that my dad was the one that did it?"

"I was there. I was upstairs in a room. You put me there because your dad asked you to. I think Sam was in the car."

"And you remember all this?"

"Yeah, you don't forget the night your mother died, Dean. It's just something you can't do"

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