Author's Note: Oh my God. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. This is my first venture into writing fan fiction and I hope I can hold my own. And let me put you at ease: I'm not going to plead for you to review. I'll be happy knowing people actually read my story. That doesn't mean that it wouldn't brighten my day just the slightest bit if you did, though.

Disclaimer: I don't really know how else to say this: I do NOT own anything related to the show Supernatural, its characters or otherwise. Seriously. I don't even own a Ouija board. But characters you don't recognize are mine, there should only be two. I think that about sums it up.

Chapter 1: The New Addition

It was a blustery cold day in December when the infamous Winchester brothers pulled into a parking lot outside a Stanford dormitory, reuniting with a friend from Sam's past. After finding a parking spot and turning off the car, the two got out and walked into the dormitory, going up two flights of stairs to the third floor.

Passing a few girls while walking down the hall that wave at the brothers flirtatiously, Dean's eyes followed the girls down the hall as he asked his brother, "What are we doing here, Sammy? Not that I'm complaining. I thought you said we were here to pick up one of your friends to help us out on a hunt."

"We are." Sam replied elusively, only half listening to Dean as he kept pace in front of his brother.

"We are? But this looks like straight X territory." Dean asked in a musing tone. Suddenly all the past conversations clicked into place. "Oh, hell no. You never said this friend was a chick! Dude, she better be hot."

Grinning ruefully, Sam said "You'd better not let Shane hear that. She'll kick your ass just for thinking it. She's intuitive like that."

"So, she's one of your psychic friends? Like you?" Dean asked curiously.

"No, not exactly." Sam said, a distant smile on his face. "I don't know why I didn't think of contacting her sooner. But she happened to call right when we needed her. She can help us on this hunt, Dean. Trust me." He then held his arm out to halt Dean's progression down the hall.

"We're here." he said.

Sam then proceeded to knock on the door. They waited a few seconds and then he knocked again. No one answered.

Dean looked sideways at Sam. " I can see punctuality isn't one of her strong suits. Are you sure you have the right room? It has been awhile." Dean asked.

Sam glared at his brother.

"Shut up, dude. She probably didn't hear us." Sam retorted in defense. Sam moved his hand to the door to knock again. They then heard yelling from within.

"Steph, get the damn door! I'm in the shower." yelled one female voice. The door remained unanswered. Ten seconds, and then... "Steph!"

"I'm busy." the supposed Steph yelled back.

The two brothers glanced at each other as more muttering came from within.

"I swear, if it's you again Chris, I'm gonna smack the hell right out of you. I told you I'm not…" the voice trailed off as the door was yanked open to reveal Sam and Dean, staring in shock at the sight before them.

"Shane." was all that came out of Sam's mouth, more higher pitched than usual. There she was standing before them with nothing but a small white towel wrapped around her body, barely reaching mid-thigh, and her dark brown hair dripping on the floor.

She looks gorgeous, Sam thought to himself. Wait, what did I just think? This is Shane here. Straight up friend thoughts only.

"Sam?" Shane said happily. "You're here early." Smiling, she sprang forward to wrap her arms around his chest, which was as high as she could reach.

"It's good to see you." she said brightly. She let go and turned to go back inside. "Come on in, Sam. Dean." Dean's gaze wandered south.

Shane suddenly turned towards Dean, poking him in the chest.

"You had better watch those kind of thoughts. I'll kick your ass." Shane said, menacingly. Then in a conversational tone, "Besides, you're not my type and that position is not physically possible." Shane finished, winking and smirking at his confused look.

Dean turned to Sam in askance as she turned and continued in the other direction. Sam replied with an 'I told you so' look and shut the front door behind him.

"Just give me a minute, I need to get dressed. Make yourselves comfortable. I won't be long." Shane said over her shoulder before closing the bathroom door behind her.

"She's not going to be any fun to be around, is she?" Dean asked Sam petulantly as he sat down on the couch.

Sam just shook his head and sat down as well before replying. "She's a reader."

"Wait, you mean like that River chick in that movie?" Dean asked.

"Kind of, but without the craziness and riddles. Shane's straight to the point." Sam said. "And she can turn it on and off at will, so don't get too upset. Besides, I think she likes you." he finished teasingly, grinning at the last sentence.

"Very funny. How did you meet this girl? Weren't you a bit 'preoccupied' back in college?" Dean asked, referring to Jess.

"Actually, I stumbled across her being attacked by a couple of demons around the beginning of my junior year. But it didn't look as if she needed my help though, which I thought was strange at the time. So, I joined the fight anyway and helped her take them out. Afterwards, I dragged her back to my dorm for an explanation as to the lack of tears and abundance of martial arts expertise. We became close friends after that. As to Jess, I hooked up with Jess through Shane. Jess was Shane's roommate back in the day. In this very dorm room." Pausing for a moment to press down the memories, Sam rested his elbow on his knees. "As it would turn out, we have a lot in common with Shane."

"Wait. You mean her dad's a hunter as well? Do we know him?" Dean asked.

"Did. It was Sullivan. He died a month or so before I met up with Shane the night of that attack." Sam said.

"Really?" Dean said in awe. "He was one of the best. Met up with him a few times, in passing, on hunts. It was terrible what happened to him. However, not much of a shock. Rumor has it that he had a journal even more complex than dad's."

"She has it. He gave it to her." Sam said. Looking up at the sound of a door opening, he said "Here she comes."

After looking up, Dean was surprised to say the least. Shane had on an AC/DC Back in Black t-shirt, ripped carpenter jeans that fit in all the right places, and a pair of black Converse all-stars. He had to admit, the girl had a good taste in music and clothes. Her hair was still down, damp but no longer dripping and what looked to be no makeup. He was impressed. Not many girls were brave enough to pull off such a look. And Shane was definitely one that could actually get away with it.

"My bags are by the door. Could you boys grab them for me?" Shane asked while shrugging on a knee length black leather jacket.

"I'm out, Steph." she yelled, walking towards the door. After they were all out and Shane shut the door, she muttered to herself "good riddance," and headed down the hall towards the stairs, not looking back.

Dean and Sam trudged along behind carrying her two giant Adidas duffel bags.

"Dude, what does she intend on doing? Move into my car?" Dean muttered to Sam, who was carrying the other bag.

"Don't look at me, man. It looks pretty light considering she's a girl." Sam replied. "Probably has some weapons as well. The girl is always packing some kind of heat." he continued.

"She had better be. Otherwise they're being left at the curb." Dean muttered.

"Let her hear you say that," Sam replied as they headed down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Shane looked at them in askance.

"Took you long enough. And that isn't even half of what I own. The rest is in storage." she said before heading out the door towards the Impala.

As they neared the car they heard her croon appraisingly, "Sweet ride, Dean. I do believe I just fell in love." As she said this, her hand hovered just above the car traveling from the trunk to the hood, as if she were not worthy of touching it.

"Uh, thanks." Dean said, looking to Sam who shrugged.

"She has a thing for muscle cars. Classic ones." Sam said.

Dean smirked. "Well. She may not be so bad after all."

The two continued on towards the car, opening the trunk to throw her duffel bags in.

"Here," she said, gesturing towards the blue one Sam was holding. "I'll keep this one with me." after grabbing it, she then climbed into the car and settled in the back seat.

"Dude, I thought I told you to lock the doors." Dean said, exasperated.

"I did." Sam said in a bewildered tone. "I even double checked before we went in."

"Well," Dean said. "It looks as though your girl has more tricks than she's letting on."

Shane looked through the back window with an innocent expression on her face. Oops, Shane thought. I'm going to have to do some explaining. Good thing we have quite a way to go.

The brothers then closed the trunk and climbed into the car. Each shut their door and turned to stare at Shane expectantly.

"What?" Shane asked defensively. It's not like I'm going to be that easy to crack. Subject change. "Let's get this show on the road."

Dean turned around and started the car.

"This isn't over. We'll talk later." Dean said authoritatively, putting the car in gear and taking off.

Putting her headphones on and turning on her I-Pod, 'Rocket Boy' by Liz Phair blaring through, Shane began to relax. This is how it's supposed to be, she thought. She then laid back and closed her eyes. She needed a break. They'd have trouble soon enough. For now though, she could sleep.

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