Summary: After a girl is attacked by a vampire and her friends slaughtered, she goes on the road with Sam and Dean, helping them hunt every monster they can find until she can find the vampire and rip it to pieces. But then things get complicated OC/Sam

So, this is my first story. Be kind, I've never posted before.
This is set Season 3, just after the ep "Mystery Spot".

Just so you know: In my perfect little Supernatural World, Ruby does not exist. I don't know how Sam managed to stay alive so long without her saving his ass, but yeah, no Ruby. Sorry to all her fans :P
So I guess it's slightly A/U, but, whatever

Also, this will possibly turn into a Sam/OC story, I don't know yet :-/
Swearing is mandatory for Sam and Dean, it's what they do
And it'll be mainly swapping between Dean and Sam's point-of-view.
Andddddd.... This is really short I know, but it'll get better, I promise
R&R please :)

"Sir?" the tentative voice broke through my concentration and I turned to see the pretty brunette from the counter standing before me.
"We're closing now, sorry. You have to go," she said apologetically, pointing at the clock—it read 10:30pm, closing time.
"Oh, sorry, sure," I replied, standing up. Closing my father's journal, I smiled at her, before walking out of the local diner and starting off down the street.

I couldn't stop thinking about what the Trickster had said, less than a week before.
"You can't save him Sam. He's going to die"
Damn Dean and his stupid deal.
I shook my head, instead thinking back to the pretty girl from the diner, with her long, brown hair and willowy frame. She would have been my age at least, maybe a bit older. If all else failed, I could go back and get her number... Focus Sam! This isn't fun time! This is time for you to try and save Dean!

I had been walking for barely a minute when there was a yell of "Hey! You forgot your wallet!"
I spun around, my hands instantly going to my pockets.
"Oh, thanks!" I exclaimed as the brunette from the diner ran up, handing it to me.
We stood in a sort of awkward silence for a few seconds, but thankfully my phone rang. I instantly picked it up, flipping it open.
"Hey Sammy boy!" Dean's voice chirped, slightly tinny from the bad reception.
"What have you found?" I asked quickly.
"Well, there's a nest at some abandoned warehouse about fifteen minutes drive from the hotel. Get back already so we can go exterminate these bastards!"
"You sure are cheery today."
"Yeah, I dunno why though. Probably the coffee... That was some damn good coffee."

I started to respond, but I was cut off by a scream—the girl from the Starbucks was being held in place by a male as he sank his teeth into her throat. I hurriedly dropped my phone and ran over.
Smashing the vampire in the face, I wrenched her from his grip. She fell to the ground, clutching her neck as she screamed again. I hit the vampire again and it turned and ran, cursing me as it went. I almost ran after it, but then I remembered the girl.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked, crouching down beside her.
"Do I look alright?" she managed before she burst out in a coughing fit, her neck spurting out more blood than I believed possible. Pulling my jacket off, I pressed it to her neck and helped her to stand.
She almost collapsed, but I held her up, letting her lean heavily on me. I quickly picked my phone up to hear "SAM! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW OR I'M GOING TO-"
"DEAN! It's ok, I'm fine. Just vampire trouble. I knew there was a food shortage, but I didn't realise they'd be that desperate!"
"Ok, you sure you're fine?"
"Yeah, I am, but there's a girl who's been attacked. Get your car, she needs the hospital."
"Where are you?"
I gave him the address, then hung up.

"Don't worry, kay? Now, I need you to answer my questions, is that alright?" I asked the girl, and she nodded faintly.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"Isabella-Marie."
"Ok, Isabell-"
"Just call me Belle," she said, cutting me off, wincing as she spoke.
"Ok, Belle, what's your date of birth?"
"What does it ma...mat-?"

She fainted, almost falling. I caught her, and picking her up, I walked over to the side of the road, hailing Dean as he drove up. I carefully laid her out in the back seat of the Impala as Dean held the door open for me. Climbing in after her, I sat so that her head was in my lap as I held the jacket to her neck, trying to stem the heavy bleeding.

"Sam, are you absolutely sure that you're fine?"
"Yes Dean, for the last time! I'm fine, it didn't even touch me!"
Dean glared at me before turning his eyes back to the road and flooring it.

Within minutes we were at the hospital.

I DID IT! I got the spacing right... well, sorta. It looks better than it did and I'm very proud of myself for it

Next chapter will be up soon, hopefully