Just Angel - Enter the Winchesters.

I spun the knife in my fingers, groaning in pain as it sliced through the fatty bit of my palm. I was getting better. Slowly. I put the knife down and instead focused on kicking the hell out of a punch bag. My foot hit the bag for the sixth time when I herd someone walking up behind me. I spun round and pulled the punch at the last moment only to have it caught by the tall dark haired man in front of me,

"Impressive I almost didn't catch it," he grinned at me,

I pulled my arm back and studied him for a moment, "Something I can help you with Mister?" I asked him,

"I believe you are the one that's been looking for me. I'm John Winchester,"

I looked up at him, he was right about that, I had dropped his name in a few well known hunter bars looking for the one and only John Winchester,

"And who told you I was looking for you?"

"A twelve year old walks into a bar she gets remembered,"

"Naturally,"

"So kid, you got a name?"

I looked up at him he seemed genuinely curious to why a kid was looking for him,

"Technically no. Not one that I remember but they call me Angel,"

"So Angel what happened to you?"

"Do you think I'd be here talking to you if I knew?"

"Alright what do you want from me?"

"I want you to help me become a hunter,"

He stared at me for a long moment and just for a second I thought I saw something strange flash through his eyes before he shook his head,

"I can't I'm looking for something but I think I know someone that can help. Get your stuff kid,"

I turned and picked up my knife before pocketing it and looking up at him,

"This is all I got,"

A pained expression ran across his face for a moment before he put his hand on my shoulder and led me to his car. Once we were on the road he turned to me again,

"I need you to tell me everything you know,"

"About what? Demons, wendigos, spirits-"

"No," he cut me off, "About who you are. I know you don't have any memories but you must know something,"

"I woke up in a flattened forest when I was eight I knew about all the supernatural stuff and I knew I couldn't tell anyone. I know my name's not Angel but I had a niggling thought in the back of my head that it's what people called me. I was wondering for a while when this woman found me and took me to the police station. All I could tell them was my name. Angel. Well it's Angel Beck now. That was the last name of the first foster family I was placed in but they didn't like me much. I bounced about a bit. They latest family they placed me with, the father molests the girls. I got out of there pretty quick with just the clothes on my back,"

He nodded slowly, "How do you know about me?"

"I was tracking down some demonic omens when I ran into a demon. He said tell John Winchester I said hi. He had this weird look when he talked to me like he knew something I didn't. He had yellow eyes,"

"He did! Why didn't you start with that?" he yelled,

"I didn't know it was important," I bit back. How am I suppose to know that yellow eyes meant something to him?

He took a deep breath, "Sorry I yelled at you Angel,"

"Don't worry about it. I've been though worse,"

"I can imagine," he whispered, so quietly I almost didn't hear him,

"So where are we going?" I asked, feeling it was a good time to change the subject,

"To a good friend of mine. Bobby Singer. My sons are with him now,"

"You have sons?"

"Yeah Sam and Dean. There good hunters,"

I could almost here the pride in his voice when he spoke and I had a feeling that what he just admitted to me was something he would never tell his boys in a million years,

"Cool can't wait to meet them,"

"Yeah," he grunted, "Why don't you get some sleep Angel you look tired and it's a long drive,"

"Well running for days from child services would do that to you,"

"Just get some sleep."

I nodded and pulled off my jumper before balling it up and using it as a pillow against the window of Johns car.

I woke up when the car ground to a holt jerking my body jerked foreword and out of my creep-tastic dream world and into a junkyard,

"This is your friends place?"

"Yeah Bobby likes his junkyard,"

"So I see," I pulled my jacket on and got out of Johns car. Definitely a junkyard. I followed John to the door where instead of knocking he just walked right in. They must be good friends.

"Bobby, Sam, Dean!" he called out as soon as we were in the house. A moment later three men came out of one of the rooms, a very tall guy with shaggy hair, followed by a shorter man with bright green eyes and lastly an older rugged looking man with a baseball cap on,

"Still bringing home strays John?" the man in the cap joked, who I assumed was Bobby,

John clapped me on the shoulder, "She doesn't look that bed,"

He was lying. I looked terrible my long brown hair was matted and unwashed, my once white trainers were covered in mud as was my skirt and my knees were torn to bits as well as my hands. John shook his head,

"Boys take Angel upstairs help her get cleaned up. Me and Bobby need to talk."

I followed Sam and Dean Winchester up the stairs. They boys were quietly arguing about something,

"You can't just leave," the shorter one hissed, I hadn't figured out which one was which, the taller one just rolled his eyes before looking back at me,

"You okay?" he asked,

I shrugged, "I guess,"

He smiled at me, "You'll feel better once you're all cleaned up."

The tallest one led me to where the bathroom was while the other one grunted and walked off muttering something about finding me something to wear,

I turned to the taller one and bit my lip, "Er, sorry but I was wondering which one is which. Because John told me your names are Sam and Dean but he didn't tell me you know," I trailed off realizing I was babbling, the taller Winchester boy was silent for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Well didn't I feel stupid,

"Sorry," he said after a moment, "I'm Sam and the grumpy one is Dean,"

"I'm not grumpy," Dean protested coming up behind his brother and handing me a shirt. I looked at it for a moment before looking up at him,

"AC/DC?" I raised my eyebrows at him. He nodded, "Dude you rule." I gave him a smile before walking into the bathroom shirt in hand. It took me a good half an hour to get all the gunk and crap off my skin and my hair was almost impossible after a while I just gave up because I was a bit worried that one of the many gouges on my legs was infected. I dried myself off and slipped into Deans AC/DC shirt before walking into one of the rooms towel in one hand and practically destroyed clothes in the other to find Dean sitting on the bed,

"Hey, where's Sam?"

He shrugged, "Went off in a huff,"

"Oh, do you have a knife?"

"Sure what for?" he asked pulling one from his pocket and handing it to me. I walked over to the nearest mirror and sliced off my hair at the shoulders. I turned to Dean,

"I couldn't get all the crap out of my locks. Didn't really like long hair anyways," I started cutting into it more making it choppy. I dumped the hair in a waist basket in the corner of the room before handing the knife back to Dean and sitting down next to him on the bed, "What do ya think?"

"It's nice," he picked up a med kit, "Thought I should clean up some of those wounds. I thought a couple looked infected,"

"Yeah that's what I thought," I said pulling my legs up onto the bed for Dean to have a look at.

Not long later he was poking carefully at one of the worst wounds with antiseptic,

"How did you even get these?" he asked,

I just shrugged my shoulders, "Here and there,"

"That you're way of saying you don't want to answer Angel Cakes,"

"Angel Cakes?"

"Yeah,"

"Don't call me that again,"

"If you say so Angel Cakes," he grinned at me and I couldn't help but grin back at him I kicked him slightly with my foot,

"I don't like nicknames,"

"Well I'll just have to change that now wont I?"

A/N Errr I don't really know what to say here. Please Review! Thanks