A/N: Heya! Back with a new fanfiction. I should've made this AN ages ago but I just went with the flow. First things first, I do not own Supernatural, the show or anything in-between. What I do own is my OCs and this AU.

Rated T for: Swearing (like in the show, maybe a few F-bombs, I don't remember), Sensitive topics, Death, Hints of lime, Smoking and drinking... I think that's it.

I know the end of this chapter is a little OOC and rushed but it's to get the story going... Alright, don't forget to review, it's always nice to get some feedback. Love x

Minneapolis, Minnesota

I shut the book and stood up from the rocking chair, making sure not to wake Sophia in the process. I put her to bed, placed the book on its shelf and closed the door to her room. I made my way downstairs and carried on packing the kitchenware.

I arrived in the empty living-room where the fireplace crackled joyfully and went through to the kitchen where most of the silverware was already in boxes. I started packing plates when I heard a door creak and click shut, and right after a chill ran up and down my spine from the unexpected cold. This was never a good sign in the Supernatural books, and for an insane second my eyes found the bowl of salt on the kitchen island. I shook it off as paranoia before I set back to packing, then…

"Aaaaargh!" came the high-pitched scream from Sophia's room.

I bolted upstairs as fast as I could, my hand reaching in my pocket ready to dial 911. I broke open the door to her room only to see a black, hooded figure bending over Sophia, and it looked like it was sucking the actual life out of her. I didn't think, I grabbed the rocking chair and threw it at the figure which looked at me menacingly. I gathered my courage and grabbed Sophia before bolting out of the room, already dialing 911 and hopping into my car toward the hospital.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

"So, what've you got for us, Bobby?" Sam asked as he sat across from the former's desk.

"Nothing much," grumbled Bobby, "just what looks like a Wendigo in New York and something that's been attacking kids in their sleep in Minnesota, three cases that leave children in a comatose state and one that's left in observation in the hospital…"

"D'you have anyone to take care of the Wendigo?" Asked Dean as he came in, handing each of them a beer.

"Rufus is near there, I'll give him the Wendigo and you can take care of whatever's harming the Minnesota kids although I think you both already know what that is," he stared at them meaningfully.

Dean shifted awkwardly, the Shtrig brought back painful memories. He looked sideways at Sam who took the time to ponder over the subject.

Bobby coughed to catch their attention again, "So, you're going or what?"

They snapped back into reality and set to go.

Minneapolis, Minnesota

The day after, they were in their FBI attire, interrogating the parents of the three kids who were deep in comas. Apparently everyone had tried waking up their son or daughter the morning of their moving out and they just wouldn't respond. Then, they set to interrogate the one person whose child wasn't in a comatose state.

*•*•*•*•*•*

I was reading the fifth chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone to Sophia when I heard a soft knock on the door.

Without turning to see who it was, I said, "She's perfectly healthy, can we go now?"

"Uh I'm sorry, Ms. Carpenter?" Said a deep voice.

I looked up to see two men in tuxedos, one sexy and one tall as the door, who showed me their FBI badges briefly before the taller sat on the chair across from me, on the other side of Sophia's bed. The sexy one seemed to be studying me, and calculating my age and Sophia's. Quick to judge, I see.

"Special agent Dean Rosewood, my partner Sam Evans."

I extended my hand for him to shake, "Lane Carpenter, here's Sophia."

Dean nodded at the both of us before he started talking, "We're here to ask you a few questions about the attack on Sophie–"

"Sophia," she corrected him.

I gave her a stern look, "If he wants to butcher your name, you let him. He's only here for a few minutes anyway…"

He raised his eyebrows at my statement before she spoke again, "Sorry Lane."

I half-smiled at her, "I forgive you." I turned to him, "I was downstairs, I heard her scream so I went to her room. I saw a black hooded figure and–"

"And she cast a Patronus and she saved me from the Dementor," Sophia cut in excitedly.

I laughed lightly, "I told you Dementors didn't exist, not exactly. Actually it did look like one, but I threw a chair at it and grabbed Sophia. She was unconscious when we got to the hospital but now she's fine."

"You threw a chair at it?" Said the other -Sam, was it?- incredulously.

"What would you have done? I don't have a gun…"

"You were ready to actually shoot someone?" Sam asked again while Dean tried to hide a smirk.

"Without blinking, no one touches her for as long as I'm there to protect her," I said more harshly than I had intended on, they made to back away but I spoke again, "do you have any other questions?"

"Did you feel, see or hear anything unusual prior to the attack? Perhaps a smell of sulfur, or rotten eggs?" Sam asked.

"Not that, my kitchen has better smells…"

He chuckled, "I don't doubt that, ma'am. Anything else?"

I thought hard, not trying to remember but trying to decide whether I should tell them about the cold and the door closing before Dean interrupted my thoughts, "Anything," he said with emphasis, "even if you don't think it's important."

"W-Well there was that moment when I felt a chill even though the fireplace was on, and I heard a door close on the ground floor, where I was."

They stared at one another as if I'd just given them the key to heaven and then turned back to me, "Well thanks ma'am, I think we've got everything we needed." said Sam before adding, "One last question, were you planning on moving out of your house anytime soon, going on a vacation maybe?"

I frowned at him, "Why d'you ask?"

He looked uncomfortable as Dean came to his aid, -what kind of federals are they?- "It's procedural to ask that kind of questions, as… out of topic as they can be."

I raised my eyebrows, whoever these guys were, federal agents was not one of the options I had in mind, "Right," I said suspiciously, "well I was actually packing when the attack happened."

They gave each other meaningful looks and Dean said, "Thanks ma'am, we got everything we wanted. Sorry for the disturbance. Goodbye Sophia."

"Bye," she said distractedly as she kept on reading the book by herself.

Sam took a good look at Sophia as he shook my hand and told her, "Don't let the bugs bite, Sophia. And take care of your mom."

She gave him a thumbs up and a small smile before saying, "Yep!"

"One last thing," I said before they could close the door, they turned to me with quizzical looks on their faces, "could you arrange for the hospital to let us leave as soon as possible? I don't think she needs to stay here for another three days, it's too much and I have arrangements to be in South Carolina in a week."

Dean spoke, "Uhh we'll see what we can do."

"Thanks," I replied as they shut the door.

"What do you think?" Sophia asked me hopefully.

I shook my head, "Nope, sorry love."

She sighed heavily, "Bollocks."

I raised one eyebrow at her, she sure was old for her eight years…

*•*•*•*•*•*

The boys went back to their motel room. Sam sighed heavily, loosened his tie and sat on his bed as Dean made his way to the shower. Shortly after, they were in their usual clothes, Sam doing research on his laptop and Dean eating a burrito, his phone against his ear waiting for Bobby to pick up.

"Yeah, Bobby," he said once the ringing stopped, "I think it's a ghost."

"A ghost?" came Bobby's grunt, "Not a–?"

"No, not a Shtrig," Dean said quickly and set down the burrito before adding, "can you look up some dead guy or woman who wouldn't want the Minneapolis people to move out? Or their kids?"

"Sure, I can do that, just gimme–"

"No need, I just found someone… He was sort of a Minneapolis dictator, people who wanted to move out of town usually had to ask for permission and guess what the price was?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Their kid?"

"The youngest person in their household, and they would be executed by a guy who wore a black hood," Sam added meaningfully.

"Executed?" Repeated Bobby, "So why's nobody dead yet? And did you find out why the fourth kid isn't in comas?"

"Yeah, her mom threw a chair at the thing and it vanished," said Dean.

"Hold up," said Sam closing his laptop, "she never said it vanished, just that she threw the chair and grabbed her daughter. So for all we know–"

"–it might still be there, which means that it could attack Lane any moment she's home," Dean finished urgently, "we need to go, Bobby thanks."

"She threw a chair at it?" Bobby repeated after Dean hung up.

*•*•*•*•*•*

I checked my watch as I was heading for the receptionist to ask to see Sophia's doctor, make his life hell and wait until he let Sophia go on my terms. Although when I got downstairs the two FBI agents, now dressed as casually as they could, were talking to the very doctor who annoyed me. I went to them and cleared my throat.

"Ms. Carpenter!" Doctor Wills said, surprised, "What can I do for you?"

"Let my sister out of here, perhaps?" I asked before turning to the agents, "No thanks to you, of course."

"Is that how you talk to federal agents?" Wills scolded, trying to sound like a father. I hated fathers.

I gave him the look I gave Sophia when she messed up before turning to the agents, "Nice jackets, by the way."

Sam shifted awkwardly while Dean tried to hide a smirk, "Thanks, Ms. Carpenter."

"Oh save it," I growled and addressed Wills, "I'm leaving with my sister tonight and there's no stopping us."

Wills tried to reason with me while Dean and Sam shared incredulous looks, I even heard Dean whisper, "'Sister'?" while Sam shrugged helplessly.

"Ms. Carpenter you can't possibly be serious, Sophia needs to be checked for any–"

"She's fine for God's sake!" I bellowed, making the three of them jump slightly, my looks made people think I was a calm person -well, I was but just to a certain extent-, "I checked her vital signs, I checked everything she's fine. Why won't you let her go?"

"It's actually on our demand," Dean said solemnly while Sam looked at him as if he'd just spilled a secret.

I glared at him, "Your demand?"

"Yes, we figured that as the attacker was not able to 'finish his work' with Sophia he might want to attack again when she's home."

I did not believe a word of what he'd just said but I just rolled with it, "If she doesn't go back to the house at all, he won't come back right?"

"That's what we think, yes," said Dean looking slightly relieved.

"Then I'll finish packing up, rent the truck and pick up Sophia by this evening," I stated, walking away from them.

"Whoa, hold your horses there," Dean stammered, "you mean to say that you're going back there alone?"

"Do you see anyone with me?" I asked matter-of-factly.

"We'll come with you then," suggested Sam.

Both Dean and I gave him a sideways look as his eyebrows jumped and he smiled apologetically at Dean who said, "Yes, we'll come with you. Offer protection."

"Cool, then I hope you won't be too sour about some packing. I only have the kitchen and the rooms upstairs left to do," I ordered, satisfied.

Dean pursed his lips and Sam gave me a tight smile and nod. I turned to Wills, "Tonight."

He gulped, contrarily to the agents he looked more sour than worried, "As you wish, Miss."

We went to the parking lot and they followed my car home. Once we were there, they got out of their magnificent black car. I wasn't a car nerd but I knew beautiful ones when I saw them. Dean gave me a half-smile when he saw me looking at his car, he must be really proud of it and I totally understood that.

"Home sour home," I sighed as I let them in.

*•*•*•*•*•*

They walked inside the mostly empty house and the first thing that they noticed was the amount of boxes and mostly the ones tagged 'BOOKS' which were arranged as they would be in a library with 'Horror', 'Adventure', and 'Kids' sections.

"Holy books?" Dean read aloud.

"Gotta know your religion from top to bottom, right?" Lane said from the kitchen.

"We uh, we're not the religious type," said Sam quite uncomfortably.

She pursed her lips before saying, "Have you already considered it?"

"Yep," Dean said simply, looking around intently. What exactly was be hoping to find, footprints?

"Well then, I've nothing to lecture you about. Follow me," she said marching up the stairs.

They followed her and Sam spoke, "Do you mind me asking why you're moving out?"

"The neighbors aren't exactly nice people and I don't take crap from anyone," she replied simply before pointing at a pink door, "this is Sophia's room, who's going to do it?"

"Uh I think I am," piped Sam raising a hand.

"The boxes are in there, labeled and almost halfway full. Leave the books last, I'll take care of those," she ordered.

"Okay," he agreed as he got in.

"Kitchen or my room?"

"Huh?"

She emphasized, "Would you like to pack the kitchen or my room?"

Dean blinked at her and said, "Whichever you like. Why exactly aren't the neighbors nice people?"

"Aren't you a little nosy?" Lane teased before looking solemn, "They judge too quickly, a bit like you did back at the hospital," he tried to justify himself before she interrupted him, "it's okay, it's not like I'm not used to it. Although she's not the only reason why they were judging me. I'm a Muslim, you see. And it's never been the same since 9/11.

"Still, I decided to move here when the occasion presented itself. Mom would've liked that… So my aunt arranged for Sophia and me to come here, I could carry on my studies in Literature and Sophia would grow up in a country where she wouldn't be thought of as an abomination."

"Why would people think of her as an abomination, I mean she's your sister," he objected…

"We were in a Muslim country and my mom wasn't married when she got pregnant with her… Not that it mattered anyway, Algerian people aren't the best at socialization."

"Algeria? Where's that, Middle-East?"

"North Africa, actually," she said.

"All the same, people come with their luggage the least we could do is help," he said.

"Anyway, I'm moving out and I'll try to live in Canada. I hear they're more tolerant there," Lane said with a smile.

"I thought you were going to South Carolina?" He asked confused.

"I'm free to tell people lies about my destination," she answered, folding her arms over her chest, "and I didn't feel like you were real federal agents anyway…"

He choked on air at that, "What makes you say that?"

"It's pretty obvious," she giggled.

"Well damn," he breathed.

"So, really," she said, "who are you?"

*•*•*•*•*•*

"I'm Dean Winchester, and he's my brother Sam," he admitted defeatedly.

"Like the books?" I asked making him sigh deeply of… Annoyance, was it?

"Yes, like the books," he said before muttering to himself.

I wanted to leave him alone about it but the bookworm inside of me was taking over, "So is it all real?" I inquired excitedly.

He sighed again deeply and ran his hand over his face, "Yes, it's all real."

"Oh… And what's the uh case here? I don't expect you've interrogated me just because of how awesome I am, so…"

He chuckled before saying, "Don't you know? Three kids are in comas in your town and Sophia is the only one who's awake. The last one attacked I think. The weird part is that all the families that were attacked were about to move out of town."

"Oh," I said simply.

"You really didn't know about this?" He asked incredulously.

"Well no, I'm not exactly sociable. So what'd you think caused all that?"

"The ghost of one of the first mayors, he used to set a price for any household that wanted to move out of town, their youngest member," he said grimly.

"Peachy," I said sarcastically as we both set to work in my room.

He put my personal effects in bubble wrap while I took care of my clothes. Sam was done soon and he offered to do the kitchen while I sorted the books in Sophia's room and Dean strolled around the house with the EMF and his shotgun at the ready. After an hour or so, everything was packed and I was on the phone with the truck rental company discussing the sooner they could send in my moving truck.

It was sunset when I was moving my safe into my car when I got a phone call from the hospital.

"Hello?"

"Yes, was it you who took your sister out of the hospital?" Asked a worried someone.

"No! I haven't, what do you mean 'is it you?'?!" I shouted back at her, making the boys come out of the house.

"What happened?!" Sam asked loudly.

"Sophia's gone from the hospital!" I bellowed back.

Dean's eyes widened as Sam's jaw dropped, both in shock, and then Dean said, "The doctor, the ghost must be possessing him."

"What kind of shit town is this, really!" I cried as I went to the driver's side of my car.

Dean saw me and said, "Come with us, we'll be faster!"

"Do we even know where we're going?" Sam asked.

"I do," said Dean as he stomped onto the pedal.

He started explaining where we were heading and why but I couldn't focus, my baby sister was missing and some ghost possessing her doctor was going to try and kill her, or worse. I unconsciously started to recite the Holy Coran and pray to God that she be alright. I was nearly crying when I heard a flutter of wings and felt the weight on the backseat shift. I bit my bottom lip to keep from yelling in surprise when I saw a black haired, blue eyed man in a trenchcoat. Out of context, he'd have been really attractive, but now was not the time to swoon over someone. Especially not when he was obviously not human.

"I got your call," he said in a deep voice.

"Cas!" Exclaimed Dean in surprise, "Whose call, I didn't call you…"

"Yeah, neither did I," added Sam.

"Then it must've been mine, although I asked God to keep her safe not to send someone," I said, staring at him quizzically.

"You said to send an angel for help. I am an angel of the Lord, my name is Castiel," he said, his hands on his lap and looking straight ahead.

"And how exactly are you going to be of use in here?" I asked presumptuously, earning surprised looks from the brothers, "What? I don't know him and I need my sister safe, I'm perfectly fine in comparison."

Dean stuck out his bottom lip, "She's got a point, y'know."

Castiel fumbled with his hands and faced me awkwardly, "I am sorry for not being of any use to find your sister."

"Sorry's not gonna help me finding her, don't you have some sort of radar or something?"

"Breathe, Lane," Dean suggested, staring at me through the rear view mirror.

I followed his advice but it didn't feel any better so I went back to reciting the Holy Coran and praying to God…

*•*•*•*•*•*

The Impala pulled up near an abandoned building, Sam and Dean both got out of the car and started loading their guns and pockets with ammo while Lane watched helplessly. What was the use of asking for a gun or going inside when she didn't know how to shoot?

"Do you know where the cemetery is?" Dean asked, bringing her into focus.

She nodded, "Yeah it's–"

"Great Cas will take you and you're going to dig up Bartholomeus Johnson's grave. He lived in the 19th century. You read the books, right?"

"Uh yeah, I did," she replied feebly.

"You know how we get rid of ghosts?" He asked again, urgency splattering his voice.

"Salt and burn the remains," she replied automatically.

"Awesome, now here's what you'll need," he threw a duffle bag at her feet, "Cas, the cemetery, now. We're gonna delay him and put her to safety, she'll be alright I promise."

Lane was going to thank him when her feet hit grass instead of concrete, the duffle bag still at her feet and the angel at her side. She picked the bag up and started looking for that damned mayor's grave. She'd arrived to the older aisles when an owl hooted in the night, she muttered a curse as she continued looking for Bartholomeus.

"Isn't that him?" Asked Castiel's uncertain voice.

She went to check, "Yes, thanks. D'you mind helping me with the digging?"

"Not at all," he replied and with a swipe of his hand a deep crack appeared on the soil.

"Not what I expected, but it's easier anyway."

And so she set to work while the boys were already in the centre of the building, although they hadn't found Sophia yet. They opened every door they found but still no sign of the little girl.

"You're sure they'd be here?" Sam asked Dean.

"Yeah, it was where Bart's office was when he was human…"

"Maybe there was a-a hidden room or somewhere they executed the youngest members?" Sam offered.

"Oh yeah, let me just activate my secret-room-detector, don't you think I thought of that?!" Dean shouted frustratedly.

"Maybe it's in his office but we just didn't see it, come on…"

Effectively, there it was. A button to push right behind a life-size painting of Bartholomeus himself. They descended the flight of stairs and tried to be as quiet as possible as they approached yet another door behind which they could hear the muffled voice of a struggling little girl. They kicked the door open and Sam went to untie Sophia from the chair she was on while Dean inspected the place, shotgun at the ready. He'd found the doctor's lifeless body in a corner and groaned.

"Where is he, Sophia?" Dean asked her.

She rubbed her wrists, saying, "I don't know, he smoked out of Doctor Wills and went through there," she pointed at the vent.

"Awesome," Dean grunted as Sam lifted the girl on his hip.

They went back to the Impala safely and Dean used his phone to call Cas. Little did he know that Cas had other matters at hand. While she was spraying salt over the mayor's skeleton, Lane got knocked out and he set to work on the burning of Bartholomeus before the latter appeared. And he was more than discontent at the offense against his remains, they were in a mojo fight when the Impala parked close to the gates of the graveyard.

Dean came alone at Castiel's rescue while Sam made sure that Sophia was safe. As soon as the ghost knew of Dean's venue it changed tactics, and decided instead to possess Lane.

"You get out of her right now!" Dean shouted.

"Or what?" Said Lane's distorted voice.

"I'm burning your bones," threatened Dean.

Lane clicked her tongue, "Ts-ts-ts-ts you don't wanna do that, lad."

"And why not?"

"Because if I burn, she burns with me," she replied, an evil smirk on her face.

Dean thought hard, he couldn't burn the bones without hurting her, although he could exorcise him out of her right before he burned the remains. It'd be a close call, too close actually, Bart would possess anyone in the time it took to burn him…

"You know, it'd be a shame if she came to be harmed," Bart said through Lane, "I did a bit of medicine studies before I became mayor, and I know exactly where to tickle so that she, say, might never walk again. Or to make her need two kidneys, or better: make her stop breathing."

"I'm warning you Bart!" Dean yelled, pointing his gun at Lane on impulse.

Lane extended her hand and a knife flew out from the inner pocket of Dean's leather jacket and into her hand. She smiled evilly as she stabbed her own lower abdomen, making Dean backtrack on his moves. Castiel took that opportunity to exorcise the ghost and burn the remains while Dean went to her aid.

*•*•*•*•*•*

What was that beeping noise that I kept hearing for years, it felt? I started to be aware of my surroundings about five seconds before I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital, only difference was that I was the patient. I looked around, I had an IV drip piercing the back of my left hand and I felt something sticking to my belly. Just then, I heard voices in the corridor and a small set of feet was running and all of a sudden my room's door burst open to my personal reason to still be alive: Sophia.

"Lane, what happened? Sam and Dean won't tell me, you've been asleep for days and days!" She squealed, holding my right hand in hers.

"Not days, just the week-end," said Dean coming in.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to sit up but stopping mid-way, it stung like hell.

"It's best if you don't sit up for a while," Sam said, sitting at my bedside.

"For the second time, what happened?" I asked, more annoyed by then.

"Bart possessed you and he wanted to mutilate you but we exorcised him before he could do any further harm," Dean stammered.

Sam looked solemn as he said, "Although there's one thing that you should know…"

"What are you waiting for, your cue? Just tell me what's wrong already!"

"I-I'm really sorry, but where he stabbed you… Made it that you'll never be able to have kids of your own…" He finished gravely.

I sat there, waiting for him to add more life-shattering information, "Is that it, then?"

"What'd you mean?" Sam asked, confused.

"Don't you have to tell me that, I don't know, I've got AIDS, a tumor maybe?" I offered sarcastically.

"W-Well we're really sorry that this happened to you, we tried to save you best we could," Sam said apologetically.

"All-in-all, not our best hunt," Dean added grimly.

"What's that angel for?" I asked, a little angry by then.

"What?"

"Do you shove a Christmas tree up his ass in December or..?" I asked, even more rude than I intended to. I always had a bad temper.

"Is there anything that we could do for you?" Sam asked.

I pondered over what he'd just asked me… What would I ask from them? What could I ask from them? I did have something gnawing at the back of my mind, but they wouldn't possibly accept… Maybe I could make them feel guilty enough to agree with my terms. I'd have to be careful, though.

"Well, there are two things," I phrased carefully, they shifted awkwardly, "and it's alright if you can't do one of them, but I really need those. Either one or the other, is that okay?"

Sam frowned and Dean pressed his lips into a thin line, despite that they both nodded.

"The first option is that you help me become a hunter, or at least that Sophia and I tag along with you two. I can leave her with a nanny during cases and such and we'd be more effective…"

"No," said Dean forcefully, "absolutely not. It's too dangerous, what if something happens to you, you're… Sophia, can you wait outside for a minute?"

"But I wanna listen," she protested weakly, I nodded at her to follow his order, "okay then…"

Dean waited for the door to close before he resumed his speech, "You're all she's got, Lane. We can't let you do this, it's way more dangerous than what you read in books. What if something happens to you?"

"Something has happened to me, in case you've forgotten," I said, "and I still have another wish."

"What is it?" Sam asked, obviously trying to get away from that topic.

"I want my uterus back," I said making Dean curse under his breath.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam whimpered, evidently defeated. Mission accomplished.

"You're good," said Dean sarcastically.

"So I'm in?" I asked hopefully.

"I have several conditions before that," he objected, lifting an authoritarian finger at me.

"Okay," I agreed, not knowing that my life had just taken the most unexpected turn.