A/n: Hoya my dears! So I'm finally writing an actual story... W H O a. This is gonna be about my oc Thael and yeah... she can be a bit of a bitch. Sorry. This is a bit of a slow fic and is more about my oc than the other characters but don't worry they'll be in it plenty!! I'll try and update regularly and stuff so yeah!!

Chapter Warnings: language, violence, not much canon character 'screen-time' in this one (sorry again yall hhh)

Thael swirled her drink with her slender finger, glancing up at the man infront of her with a coy grin, her eyelashes fluttering. He was a business man and a icon in the mind of aspiring designers. He donated to fashion schools and even occasionally graced the public with his presence. The man was attractive, his dark hair smoothed back and flipped to the side, dark eyes peering out from angled lids. He was a cheat. A liar. A man who had a young wife at his house in Cali. And another in Oregon. Just the kind of person Thael hated.

She sipped the champagne from the glimmering glass the waiter had handed her, meeting the man's dark eyes. "So..." she purred, giving him a lazy wink as he grinned. It was a nearly predatory grin, the kind that made her stomach tighten in anger. How dare he use so many women? She ignored how hypociritial it sounded from her, since she used people on a semiregular basis. She frowned internally, no. People like this deserved it. She was tired of being ignored. The neglect of her was making her angry.

She sighed softly, the air escaping from her plump lips and slipping back into her act as she stood, making sure not to hit her legs on the clothed table as she did so. "I should be going~" Thael murmured to the man. Vincent... that was his name right?

Vincent stood, nodding, that grin still lingering faintly on his features. "I will walk you to your car then. I did so enjoy this little date." Thael giggled, her hand going to her face and covering her mouth.

"That would be wonderful Vincent~" she purred, shrugging her coat on over her dusky pink dress, the button catching slightly on one of her necklaces. She flicked her dyed hair over her shoulder and steadily made her way out into the cool night air, Vincent following close behind. She could feel his gaze running up and down her body and she couldnt help but snicker quietly. Perfect.

They reached her car, the sleek black thing hiding slightly in the darkened parking lot's corner. She turned to Vincent, looking down at the ground in mock shyness before looking up at him, standing on her tippy toes and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. She pulled away immediately, making a disgusted face, to bad that that had to happen in order for this to work. Her attitude immediately changed, looking up at the taller man with utter disgust. It annoyed her to no end that she had to resort to these horrid people, oh how she missed the old days.

Vincent stood completely still, his eyes glowing a faint pink before he looked at her again, his mouth hanging open slightly. Thael giggled, pulling him closer so he was close to her curvy body, her hands wandering around on his chest. "Vinny... would you do me a favor?" She purred, fluttering her eyes up to his face as she giggled, unable to control it.

Vincent nodded wordlessly, his mind nearly completely empty besides her adoration for the gorgeous woman infront of her. Thael grinned up at him before pulling a long knife from her jacket and holding it out to him. Vincent reached his hand out as she set the rose-tinted, gold thing in his open palm. "Sacrafice yourself for me."

Her seductive tone still coated her words, though it was clearly a demand. She stepped back, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her face as Vincent turned the knife on himself. It was sadistic, watching that knife getting closer to his neck, but she didn't really care.

Thael squeaked slightly as she felt warm blood hit her, and the dull thunk of the man's body hitting the cement. She groaned, looking down at her now red-stained outfit and shrugged, she'll fix it later.

She looked down at Vincent, giggling quietly. Well! He wasn't the best, but atleast she was punishing him for his foolery. People like him were the reason love was dying. Why she didn't get anymore recognition. She wiped her hand across her face, making sure not to smear her highlight and eyeshadow, she thought it looked good today. Of course it did though, she'd practically invented the stuff.

Giggling she stooped down, sliding her knife from the dead mans grip and pushing him over so he was lying on his back. She hummed softly as she touched his chest, closing her eyes and finding his still slightly spasming heart. She grinned, removing her hand and watching as a glowing pink string connected it to his still chest.

Thael purred, the light absorbing into her skin as she stood and shook herself slightly. Immediately feeling the power course through her. She sighed softly, taking one last look at the dead body and scowling before sliding into her cars driver side, the engine starting with a grumble.

Thael waved her hand and her dress was clean again, the pink shimmery fabric no longer marred by Vincent's blood. She flicked on the radio, humming as Honey Sweet by Blossoms came on. One of her favorites.

Dean sighed loud enough for Sam to hear, taking a swig of his beer as he tilted back in his chair. He wanted a case, that would always distract him from the dark thoughts that would swim in his head. The bunker was pretty quiet, except for the sound of Sam typing on his computer.

Sam's brows furrowed as he sat, hunched over his laptop. He looked up at his brother and leaned back, stretching his arms out.

"So get this," he started, looking back at the screen infront of him. "Three consecutive suicides, all in the same town. They all reportedly 'stabbed themselves with a extremely sharp knife in the neck. Causing instant death,' the knife hasn't been found but investigators are sure that it was the same knife," He looked up at Dean again who looked deep in thought. "Sound like a case?" Sam asked, leaning back again in the chair, causing a creak to echo around the iron walls.

Dean took another swig from his drink, looking at Sam. "I dunno sammy. Doesn't really sound like our... thing." He gestured with the same hand holding the bottle.

" Well the vics were found with extreme levels of testosterone and estrogen-"

"English Sammy." Dean inturuppted, tilting his head back.

Sammy rolled his eyes, exasperated with Deans faked lack of knowledge. "They were found with excess of the chemicals that create lust and love." He said simply, spreading his hands out and sighing.

Dean raised his eyebrows, his mouth pulling to the side slightly as he nodded. "What is it?" He asked, assuming Sam already knew what they were up against.

"No idea. But it could be a powerful ghost? Maybe a love spirit? Farie?" Sam mused, running his hand through his long hair.

Dean nodded again, shrugging slightly before he stood up, setting the nearly empty bottle on the table with a fairly loud bang. He pulled his jacket over his blue shirt as he strode to the door,"Ten minutes then." He called over his shoulder at his little brother, going to check the weapons in the Impala.