Series: Straight from Hell

Summary: Starts during the middle of 1x21- A stranger visits the Winchester boys. Who is she and why does she know practically everything about them? Does she turn into a worthy advocate? Let's see what the Winchesters decide. OFC, Dean, Sam, John

Disclaimer: I only own the OFC, and I swear she's not a Mary-sue. Believe me; she has her own demons to conquer.

Chapter 1

The creature was right behind them, a green fugly thing, and whatever Dean and Sam tried, to knock it off their trail, it still kept coming. They had already ran around a brick building and into the alleyway, only to realize that it was a dead end. Uttering a curse, Dean threw the duffle that was in his hand, to the ground, and began getting out every menacing looking weapon he could find.

They didn't have time to screw around with something new. They just saved a six month old baby from the yellow-eyed demon, and were waiting for their dad to call about giving the fake Colt to 'Meg'.

Sam was trying to get the beast to at least slow down by shooting continuous rounds. The silver bullets did nothing but piss it off further. Just as Dean slipped out the crossbow from the bag, the creature jumped forward and knocked Dean into the corner of the building. Sam ran at the beast with his huge sword already drawn, ready to kick some monster ass. With a fluid motion, it sent Sam flying into the same wall as Dean. The men were both huddled against the bricks, and feared for the worst when a bright light filling the area made the creature hesitate its last deadly blow.

Everyone heard the loud crack that immediately followed. The beast turned its body around to see what was there, and if the pile of crap had an expression, it would have grinned. There standing at the mouth of the entryway was a petite-looking brunette. Despite it being the end of winter, she stood there wearing a tank top, black jeans, and army boots.

Deciding that she was harmless, the creature turned back to its prey. The boys tried to scramble away when it was distracted, but the thing grabbed hold of both of them. Just as it was about to take a chunk out of Sam's leg, the girl suddenly appeared right behind the thing, and pushed him to the side like a rag doll. The green 'big bad' was probably around five hundred pounds and compared to the girl's one hundred pounds, it seemed physically impossible.

The demon got up from its fall, and advanced towards the female. Instead of being terrified that a green 'building' was about to rip her to shreds, she just gave a small smiled, and taunted it saying with a soft husky voice, "What? Gonna try and scare me?" Her smile turned into a dark grin. "Come and get me big boy." And motioned him forward with her right hand.

Excited for the fight, he galloped towards her. She ran full bore, and in only a matter of seconds, twisted it around so that her arm was around its throat. The brothers were in shock when they saw her swing her weight to the side and break its neck like it was twig.

The woman wiped her hands off onto her jeans, as she watched the goliath timber to the ground. That was when she realized that she was the center of attention. Turning her smile back on the two men gaping at her as they tried to stand back up and greeted them with a quick wave with her fingers.

"Why if it isn't Sam and Dean Winchester. You sure are a sight for sore eyes." She said with her head tilted to the side that remind the guys of a little girl. Both of their backs tensed up when they saw her start to walk towards them. "And I thought you two were supposed to be the number one ass-kickers of America. Shame." She walked to the army green duffle that Dean had tossed to the side earlier, and swung it on her shoulder. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." And started to walk out of the alley. She paused slightly when she saw that they weren't following her. Without looking back, she just told them to "Chop, chop." And walked the rest of the way to an old broken down car.

While she was testing to see if the nearest car was locked, Dean and Sam gave each other a look. She quickly hotwired the car to start, and drove it to the entrance of the damp alleyway. She rolled the passenger's window down, and yelled out to the undecided boys. "Let's move a little faster, shall we?" She said sarcastically, and impatiently started to beat out a tune on the steering wheel as they slowly shuffled to the car in pain.

Sam and Dean had a quiet discussion on their way to the 'rust bucket'. "What do you think?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean winced as he shifted on his feet. Hissing in a breath, he answered. "The Impala's at the motel. I don't know about you, man, but I certainly don't want to walk five miles back." Dean shuffled a little bit faster and took the front seat. Sighing, Sam opened the back door and sat down.

The ride to their motel was pretty much silent, except for the girl humming along to the crackly radio. She pulled onto the road where they were staying, and Sam couldn't help but ask, "How d'you know that we were staying here?" His eyes couldn't help but accuse her.

The one side of her lips lifted up to a grin, but she still answered. "'Reasonably priced motel', in the center of everything, and there's a bar about a block down. Seems perfect to me." Dean just opened and closed his mouth. Both Winchesters didn't know what to make of the complete stranger. "How long you guys stayin'?" She broke their silence.

"Not long." Sam responded honestly. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "What about you?" He asked, trying to get some information out of her.

"Not long." She mimicked back with another grin. Her expression clearly stating that she knew something that they both didn't. "Here for just business. You understand." And boy did they ever. Their lives were made up of 'just business'.

The girl slowly pulled into a parking spot, and turned off the car. Turning sideways in her seat, she made sure that she had both of them in her view. "So, I'm thinking you guys kinda owe me, you know, with me saving your asses and all." She said firmly, her grin disappearing immediately. Dean backed, as far as he could, away from her.

Gaining back his balance, he just said, "Listen, we don't have a lot of money at the moment. IOU?" He gave her a fake smile.

Not fooled for a second she just continued staring at the both of them. "You have something better." She turned her sights on the youngest brother. "Information." That had their interests piqued. Dean relaxed just a bit before she continued on once more. "I need to know where John is."

Their backs began to rise, and were ready to bolt from the car, when she grabbed Dean's arm tightly in her fist. Her eyes were still trained in on Sam, but spoke to the both of them. "I'm not evil, but I'm not playing around, kids. I need to know where your father is. It's urgent."

Sam must have seen the desperation hidden in her eyes, because he whispered to his brother, "Dean. I think she's serious." When she loosened her grip, the oldest brother automatically ripped his arm away. He didn't say anything in reply; he just gave his brother a glare, and then turned to the crazy girl next to him.

"Can we do this somewhere else, at least?" He fixed his glare on her instead, but this time it held unspoken promises of what he would do to her if she tried to hurt either of them. "We don't need the whole world knowin' our freaking business." He opened his car door and stumbled out. Without looking back, he just headed to their motel room thinking about their dad, and mumbling about how she was probably in league with the yellow-eyed son of a bitch.

The chick followed quickly after and Sam brought up the back with his hidden gun pointing straight at her if she should make a wrong move. "Geez. Have some faith in a person, will ya?" She commented as she entered the weary, old, motel room. "You guys are harder to get by than the Special Forces. Should be proud." She was back to grinning at them. Seeing that the only seats available were the bed or the crusty chair in the corner, she decided to plop on the puke orange bed, with her arms holding herself up.

Dean took the chair, and Sam, not wanting to sit next to the stranger, leaned against the water-stained dresser. "So who are you?" Dean barked out, wanting her to get the hell out of there as fast as she could.

Her eyes flicked to his. "Who is anybody, really?" She said trying to distract them. Her grin stayed permanent as she looked around the room. "Awesome digs, by the way. D'you forget the ten dollar hooker, or is she in the bathroom?" She asked with a weird sense of humor.

Dean's jaw just clenched a little harder, before he repeated his question. "Who the hell are you?"

Slowly losing her smile as she licked her bottom lip, she finally answered. "Someone that wants to help you."

"Does this someone have a name?" Sam asked from his elevated position.

With a wistful expression, she just said, "Used to." Blinking a few times, she leaned back until she was on her elbows. "So where's your dad?"

That made Dean's eyes squint, as he tried to figure out the chick lying on his bed. "Why? What business is that of yours?" While waiting for an answer, he couldn't help but give her a once over.

Her choppy brown hair was all whipped astray, surrounding her face. The once glassy, green eyes of a little girl, was turned into a now hardened shell of emerald. She was beautiful, almost too beautiful, but the whole way she placed her body wanted a man to run as far away as possible, not want to be seduced by her. She was a bit too skinny, signs of malnourishment in the bony limbs, and a couple of ribs poking out from her threadbare tank top. She definitely wasn't used to a well-off living. Good. They didn't need to deal with a princess pretending to be bad-ass. Too messy.

"Personal business." She snarked back. Her eyebrow twitched when something clicked inside her brain. "What month is it?" She asked hurriedly. Sam shared a glance with his older brother before replying that it was the end of October. She closed her eyes briefly and let out a curse. Breathing in deeply, she excused herself to the bathroom.

She could hear the brothers starting to talk that eventually led to them fighting about the situation they were in. She only needed to hear pieces of the confrontation to tell that it was the night that John went to give the fake gun to that bitch whore of a demon. She ran to the sink and hastily dunked her head under the cold water. 'I better not be late.' She thought. She'd never forgive herself if she was. She waited until after Dean broke down to Sam about his feelings, before she walked out of the bathroom.

Sam and Dean were in the middle of dialing the phone, and had their backs to her, so they didn't notice her reentrance. The voice on the other end of the phone had both the stranger and Dean put up their defenses.

"Where is he?" Dean rumbled. The girl could only close her eyes again, thinking, 'Fuck. She has him, already.'

Numbly, Dean closed the phone, and said to Sam, "They've got Dad."

"Meg? What'd she say?" The younger brother asked the oldest.

"I just told you, Sammy." Dean said exasperated. "Okay. Okay." He repeated, rubbing his hand across his face, trying to get it together. Looking around, he found what he wanted. He picked up the Colt, and slipped it into his waistband.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked. They both forgot the girl that was in the room, but she didn't forget them. She looked around for anything to grab, and saw the green duffle she had earlier. She picked it up, and slugged it over her shoulder.

"We gotta go." Dean said absentmindedly. He was frantic with trying to find all of their stuff.

"Why?" Sam demanded for an answer. Dean looked up, and said, "'Cause the demon knows we're in Salvation. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad. It's probably coming for us, next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left, let it come." The younger guy retorted, trying to change his brother's mind. But it was no use.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready. Okay. We don't know how many of 'em are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving now." Dean demanded.

"Let me go with you." The girl spoke up, finally, from her spot in the room. The two brothers whipped their heads around, and were surprised that she was even still there. When Sam was about to deny her, she rushed over to him pleading. "Please. I've dealt with them before. You need an extra hand in this. Someone with a clear head."

"Fine. Follow us." Dean yelled out to her, as he made his way out to the Impala.

"Actually," She said, "That's not my car. Can I ride with you two?" She asked. They were about to tell her 'tough luck' but she continued to talk. Dumping the bag into the backseat, she told them, "I'll just find a different ride if you don't. Bobby's in South Dakota right? Won't be too hard to find." They didn't get to question how she knew about Bobby, and where he lived, before she slid into the backseat.

Rolling his eyes, Dean opened the driver's door, and got in. It was seconds after Sam situated himself, before Dean pealed out of the parking lot. This was going to be a long drive. At least they had plenty of questions to ask to spend the time.