Obsessed with Supernatural, and decided to make my first fanfic in this universe, so bear with me. First two chapters are a bit long, but needed to set up my OC's backstory a bit. It takes place after Season 3 so Seasons 4 and onward will change slightly with my OC being introduced. Please give me some feedback!

Here goes nothing!

Chapter One:

A tall, slender brunette female was walking down a sunlit street on a bright spring day. She waved to a couple of familiar faces and smiled to herself behind her mirrored aviators. Her iPod was blaring, playing Kid Rock's "All Summer Long" as her background music for her walk to class. Her leather bag was growing heavy with her massive business textbooks and MacBook, so she adjusted it as she turned the corner and began to cut through the University's Green. The paths were not too crowded, for students probably had decided to skip class due to the clear blue skies, warm breeze, and lovely scent of flowers in the air. The entire Green has decorated with lush grass, massive flowering trees, and a stunning fountain filled with crystal clear water. There was only one other person in the vicinity, but he appeared to be all the way on the far side of the Green, and the young woman thought to herself how beautiful her college was. She was lost in pleasant, happy thoughts, when her music suddenly cut out. Slightly confused, she pulled the music player from the back pocket of her dark blue skinny jeans and looked for a possible cause. The screen was black and refused to turn back on. Sighing in exasperation, the athletically built brunette stopped walking to put her iPod away. As she stuffed the useless piece of technology into the big, black leather bag, the wind suddenly picked up, sending her long, wavy hair every-which-way.

The woman closed the bag, and tucked her now disheveled hair behind her ear with a delicate hand, but the wind was persistent. She looked up at the sky, which was now black and stormy. Thoroughly unnerved by the drastic change in weather, she took her sunglasses off, and her bright, blue-green eyes grew wide as her peaceful surroundings suddenly disintegrated into a horrific sight. The stone fountain had dried up and appeared broken and ancient; the grass was replaced with dried, cracked earth, and the stone pathway was pure dust. The female's jaw dropped as she gazed around at each dead, charred tree and the barely standing buildings, still smoking from a seemingly recent fire. Before she could even react to the terrifying view before her, she heard thousands of horse, barely audible whispers as the wind began to pick up even more. The voices sounded as if they were everywhere and surrounding her and the young woman spun around wildly to see if anyone was around. The gusts of wind were growing violent, and a bolt of lightning lit the now pitch black sky. She leapt back, thoroughly startled and began to run for cover from the impending storm.

She ducked into the decrepit, dilapidated remains of the closest building, but the voices not only followed her, but grew louder and louder. They roared just as loud as the dangerous wind, and lightning lit the darkened sky yet again. The woman looked around with a frightened expression, as she noticed the man who was once way in the distance, standing silently and watching her from a dark corner of the building.

"He-hello?" she stammered.

The man did not seem to respond, though the voices and wind were so loud at this point, the brunette could not be certain; as she was about to speak louder, the man suddenly began to advance toward her with an threatening speed.

Feeling as if he had the intent to harm her, the young woman turned and ran into the fully blown storm without a second glance behind her. Fleeing from the building, she barely took any notice to the now ice-cold rain pelting her face. As she sprinted down the massive Green, she tried to call for help, but the whispers and wind were muffling her terrified shrieks. She glanced behind herself quickly, and could not see the man, for her eyesight was being impeded by the thick, constant raindrops hitting her face. Suddenly, however, she realized that she was not running in the rain at all, but rather, an unfamiliar, liquid substance. She also noticed that it's consistency was much thicker than that of water, so she began to slow down her pace, due to both fatigue and utter confusion. Holding her hand out, the young woman grimaced at the small, blood-like puddle forming in her palm. The voices were practically shouting now, and another bolt of lightning lit the sky and illuminated the fact that she was now surrounded by at least fifty shadowy figures.

She looked around wildly for anywhere to escape to, but they all inched forward ever so slowly.

"What do you want?" she screamed, though her voice was still barely audible.

"Please!" she cried out, wiping wet hair out of her now stained face from the bloody-rain.

As the shadowy figures moved closer and closer to her, the voices were slowly becoming clearer.

"The righteous man has fallen," they all said as another lightning bolt illuminated the frightening scene. "The first seal is broken."

The brunette spun around helplessly, and began to weep.

"The end is near. He will rise."

She knew this was it, that this was the end. The shadowy figures were now on top of her, as her knees buckled and she fell hard onto the blood-soaked earth.

"He will kill them. He will kill them all!" the voices screamed as the dozens of hands reached down and grabbed at the cowering, crying young woman.

"No!" she cried, covering her face and violently shaking off the iron grip of the hands she felt closing around her.

"No! No!" she screamed out, eyes tightly shut and tears streaming down her face.

She felt herself being shaken powerfully, and tried to break free of the strong hands squeezing her shoulders.

"No!" she whimpered one last time, when a faint voice caused her to open her terrified, tear-filled eyes.

"Laura! Wake up!" the voice repeated itself forcefully.

The young brunette's eyes began to refocus, and she saw a young, familiar and very worried face staring down at her.

Laura sat up from her hotel bed in a cold sweat, and blinked a few times as the fourteen year old girl stared at her with an anxious expression. Running her hand through her matted hair and sighing, she gazed into the teenager's dark brown eyes.

"How long have I been out?" Laura asked, glancing at the window.

The teenager with a ponytail of extremely thick, curly black hair got up and pulled back the curtains and responded: "I don't know, you tell me?"

She gazed down at the young adult woman with a cocked eyebrow, thoroughly amused as the harsh sunlight blinded her groggy companion.

"Christ, Krissy," Laura groaned, shielding her burning retinas from the unexpectedly bright light. "Don't be so gentle about it…"

The teenager chuckled to herself and sat back down at the foot of the queen bed. She watched on as Laura stretched and pulled the covers off of her long, toned legs. She got out of the bed and walked over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a cold bottle of beer.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Krissy laughed incredulously as the woman twisted off the bottle cap and threw it onto the table.

"It's five o'clock somewhere," she muttered back, glancing at the clock which read '9:56 am' and sipping on her beer. She then pulled her laptop out of a duffel bag and asked: "Where's your dad?"

"Out," Krissy responded casually, getting up and making her way over to the table where Laura was now sitting.

"Any idea when he'll be back?" Laura asked, beginning to research something on the computer.

"Nope," the teen responded, reading over the brunette's shoulder.

Laura felt Krissy infringing her personal space and glanced sideways at her with a defensive expression.

"Can I help you?" Laura grumbled, sipping on her beer some more.

"How's the research on those mysterious voices you've been hearing?" she inquired, craning her neck to look at the computer screen.

Laura minimized the Internet browser (which had an image of Samhain on it) and looked the teen square in the face.

"Your dad and I both agreed not to get you involved in this," Laura sighed, as if they've had this conversation before.

"Come on! He doesn't have to know," the teenager persisted.

"No way," Laura shook her head firmly.

Krissy's eyes grew stormy as she raised her voice in frustration: "If it's that dangerous than bringing my dad into is involving me!"

Laura pinched the bridge of her nose and thought for a second or two before responding. She knew that the girl was very intelligent and way more experienced in the world of hunting than she was, but nevertheless, she was fourteen years old and deserved to have her childhood preserved for as long as possible.

"I know. Trust me, I get its not fair to you, but your dad promised to help me way before I found out how dark this crap was gonna get…" Laura began, but Krissy cut her off angrily.

"And then you just skipped out on us," her brown eyes appeared even darker than usual.

"I didn't want to put you both in anymore danger than you all ready are," Laura responded honestly.

"Then why did you come back? After three months of no talking, you just pop up like nothing ever happened? What the Hell is that?" she inquired, angrily shaking her head.

Laura, Krissy, and her dad, Lee, had grown close over the first two months of Laura's new life. They helped her learn all she could about hunting and make sense of her psychic abilities. They even helped her get a car, weapons, fake IDs, and even had her meet up with a mutual psychic friend, Pamela, to assist her in honing her abilities.

"I came back because you and your dad were in danger," Laura said matter-of-factly.

"We're hunters. We're always in danger… and in case you forgot, we've saved your ass more than the other way around, so next time you come to our rescue… don't," Krissy spat darkly.

"Krissy!" scolded a male's voice from the door of the hotel room.

Both Laura and Krissy's head snapped towards the entrance to the room. Standing with a very tired, yet annoyed expression, was Lee Chambers.

"Laura saved both of our lives last night. Show her some gratitude," he sternly said as he walked over to the table and took Laura's beer and finished its contents.

"What did your friend say?" Laura inquired, looking up at the exhausted man.

"You were right. It was the Rising of the Witnesses. He did the spell though, so no one should be coming back," Lee sighed, sitting down.

"Good. Didn't know how much longer I'd be able to keep us all hidden," Laura responded, getting up and blowing out a strange candle that was lit in the center of a salt and dirt circle. She took an amulet that was next to the candle and put it back on around her slender neck.

"Pamela did good teaching you how to use Wicca to control and amplify your abilities," he nodded curtly in approval.

Laura raised her eyebrows a bit, putting the amulet under her large white t-shirt.

"Yeah, well it's no good when she's having night terrors without that thing," Krissy remarked, still clearly annoyed at the young woman.

Laura glared at the teenager, for she knew Lee would be worried.

"I thought you said the dreams stopped," he now turned his parental gaze at the brunette.

"They did…" Laura tried to sound convincing, though she was never very good at lying to either of the Chambers.

"Only cause you don't sleep anymore," Krissy muttered, smirking that she was throwing Laura under the proverbial bus.

"I sleep," she shot the surly youngster a look to shut up.

"Is this true?" Lee was not going to buy it.

"Ever since that Winchester guy came back from Hell, everything's just been… harder to handle," Laura looked down at her nails, avoiding his piercing stare.

"Krissy, go pack the car for me," Mr. Chambers commanded, still eyeing Laura closely.

"But dad," she tried to fight him, but when he turned his harsh gaze onto his daughter, she hung her head and grabbed her backpack off the opposite bed.

After they heard the hotel door shut, assuring that they were alone, Lee spoke.

"Have you found out how he was pulled out?"

Laura knew that this whole situation was beyond worrisome, but considering she knew she was going to be a part of it, she was trying her hardest to keep the Chambers in the dark.

"No. Did that guy Bobby say whether or not he knew anything?" she asked.

"No, but I know he's lying. Singer's always been close with the Winchesters. After John died, he's basically their family," he sighed, scratching his head.

"You and Krissy should just let me figure this one out. It's getting any safer," Laura said darkly.

"Still dreaming about us dying cause we've been giving you a hand?" he asked with a bleak grin.

"They went away once I left," Laura responded, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms.

"And you sure they aren't just normal nightmares from anxiety?" Lee inquired, though he all ready knew the answer.

Laura chuckled a bit with a disheartened expression: "I wish, but I'm positive."

"Well if you change your mind about letting us help you, we're always here," Lee said, rising from his seat and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Laura gazed up at the man who had been her mentor through these tough months. She had to abandon her old life, all that she knew and the ones that she loved, and Lee Chambers and Krissy had become the only friends there for her, in this new dark and dangerous life. She owed them everything, for teaching her, guiding her, getting her the help she needed, and saving her life on numerous occasions. Laura was determined to make sure they were spared from the horrific fate she foresaw for them, and if it meant going it alone, so be it.

"Just let me know if you need me again. Whether or not it's feminine business with Krissy, a simple protection spell, or even help on a hunt," Laura responded with a weak smile.

Lee looked down at the brave young woman before him, and thought about how different she became since he first met her, or even the last couple of months. Laura appeared stronger, more physically fit from training; she looked tired, from lack of sleep and over-exertion from practicing her psychic abilities, and from the looks of the old cuts and bruises, she's been dabbling in a few hunts here and there. He always admired her for leaving home to protect her loved ones. She knew what she was getting herself into and was willing to sacrifice her own life for the greater good, though, she would not risk the lives of anyone else, especially on her behalf. Lee and Krissy grew to care for their new ally, but he was not willing to get his daughter involved in the darkness Laura recently found herself surrounded by.

After long hours of telephone calls and discussions, they both agreed upon helping one another whenever possible, but once the road became too rocky and Krissy's life would be at risk, then that was where they would part ways.

"We will," he said as Laura got up and hugged him tightly. "Thanks for your help again. Those spirits would've killed us both if it wasn't for your protection."

"It's the least I could do. Take care of yourself, Lee," Laura felt her eyes growing hot. They knew this day was coming, but now that it was finally here she knew she wasn't prepared to be alone in this fight to come.

"You too," he said, giving her one last firm squeeze before heading to the door.

Before he walked out, he turned back and said with a weak smile: "She'll get over it, you know? Krissy will forgive you."

Laura smiled back grimly and nodded, and with that Lee Chambers shut the hotel door, leaving Laura utterly and completely alone.