Disclaimer: I OWN the OC, some original plot. That's it. Rest of the credit goes to the curators of Supernatural. That includes all character not my own, and story. yada yada. Please enjoy. It is more than likely possible to skip most of this chapter, as I've come to realise it is a bit of an info dump in a way.

Night. It's everlasting. Endless. Always there. But not at the same time.

For the sun never fails to rise. And we get to see it day after day. We know it's there, even if there are clouds in the sky.

And to me the world is perfect. Even though there a many enemies. By that I means monsters. Things that go bump in the night, even if those monsters are men. Because unlike monsters, men aren't as predictable. And people will know if they go missing.

But then there are creatures of myth, things you would think to only be in nightmares.

Luckily we were here to hunt them down and prevent them from doing to much. If they weren't hunted we wouldn't be here. On top of things.

The hunters take care of the creatures and the government agencies took care of the people. But the thing is, we took care of the people. We protected them from things that couldn't be explained.

We were the buffer, keeping the normal people normal. The sane, sane. Keeping them from suffering what we had to suffer. We also spared them the reality of waking nightmares.

Truth be told, we were saving them from a life no one should have to live. A life many of us were born into.

Sure we had a choice. But knowing what we did, how could we just sit on the sidelines, watching things go down we knew we could stop?

But this isn't the tale of the world and the numerous things that once were. This is the tale of me.

Of how I was orphaned at the ripe old age of 3. Yes, orphaned. And I was left with a strange necklace that I would keep with me forever. One that many of you may recognize to be an anti-possession charm.

Of coarse I didn't know what it was. I had some strange leather-bound book of monsters growing up in the orphanage. Thinking them all tales.

There was even numbers in the book, and little notes and drawings. Sometimes even pictures of what the critters looked like.

I was fascinated with them. The others thought I was strange.

My favorite thing about this orphanage in Kansas was that they taught self defense. And when I was old enough I learnt some martial arts.

Years passes and I never got adopted. Family after family would come in, looking for a child to take in. They always overlooked me.

And soon, I never bothered going down. Giving up on the whole idea.

The only fond memory I had was of when I was about seven.

It was a dark and dreary Autumn day. It had been raining for a few days already, but today it had been pelting down all day.

And there was nothing to do, so I sat by the windowsill. Firmly planting my elbows on the wooden frame, looking out the window that was being hammered by the rain. So it's not hard to say, it was impossible to make anything out out there.

I was brought from my thoughts by the sound of something heavy dropping against the worn floorboards. I turned to see the book dropping, it was my book. The one I didn't know had information in it that was very real.

I hadn't realized I had left it open. And this strange looking man was looking startled as he gazed at it.

I tilted my head, looking at the man strangely. He had black hair and soft eyes that I can't recall the colour of. He had this leather jacket on, jeans and work boots.

Was he here to adopt someone? Was my only thought before I realised he had found my book and opened it.

I remember the strange sensation of all the blood draining from my face. I rushed to the book, scooping it up and promptly placing it where it would normally rest.

Which I thought was genius at the time. But it wasn't, it was hidden behind the draw. Which many would have to take out before they even saw it.

But the man just looked at me, smiling. He seemed friendly, he was distracted by some noise coming from the other side of the room. Where the other kids were.

At the time I didn't know who he was, in fact I still don't. All I remember was he was gone in a few days.

He was there with someone else, the guy wore a flannel with a blue trucker cap. Along with some jeans and boots like the other guy.

I felt like there was some strange thing going on, the lady that ran the orphanage was going on in years. Miss Harriet, we called her. She also seemed to know them from what I remember.

There had been drops in temperature around the time they were there. It stopped when they left. Only a few of the kids had disappeared. And from what I know now, it was a poltergeist.

It wasn't long before I was in high school. Nothing changing from when I was in the other school. Only that I got to pick up classes that interested me. Well, that was later on at least.

I didn't have many friends in those years. I just didn't connect with people. If I didn't like someone I didn't bother talking to them.

The bad thing about that was it didn't take much for that to happen. If they looked a certain way I automatically assumed I would never get along with them.

I graduated when I was 17. Gaining a scholarship to Stanford University to do medical sciences. I defected a year, wanting to leave but I decided to work for the year. At a diner no less.

A month before I would be starting my coarse is when I met that man from just over ten years ago. At the orphanage. He had two kids of his own, only they weren't kids anymore. One was a year or two younger than me, the other was a few years older with a smirk plastered on his face.

I worked in a diner that was on the outskirts of the town. They ordered burgers and fries, the usual. All but the younger kid.

Yeah, I know. I call him a kid. But by then I knew things went bump in the night. It's why I stayed in town the extra year.

My book had come in handy when a rouge vampire was attacking people. I was going to be one of it's victims, or so it thought before I found something on the ground. An axe, and managed to hack it's head off.

I didn't know why I knew what to do, I just did. Next thing I knew, I was hauling the thing off. Managed to bury it somewhere, I disposed of the axe in a waterway and tried to forget what had happened.

There were only two of us on that night that they were there. But they were the only ones in that night. It was a normal day.

Slow, but that was expected for this time of year.

When I went back to see if they wanted anything they had a journal out like the one I had. But this one looked newer than mine had. They all visibly stiffened when I approached, the youngest one was sitting across from the other two.

I realized who he was when he looked up, the man who had seen my book. That's what I knew him as. But I didn't say anything, I just pretended I didn't know him.

"Is there anything else I can get you folks?" I asked, having a pen ready.

The man gave me an odd look, as if he remembered me. Or who looked familiar. He just smiled, "No, just the check."

I smiled, "I'll be a sec." I said casually. Not really bothering, I turned and got the piece of paper. Returning to the table handing it to the man who was now standing. They all were, the other two had already started making their way out.

He gave me an odd look as he handed me the cash, "Keep it." He took off before I could say anything about the tip.

Don't get me wrong, I loved getting tips. I was just wondering why it happened to be the eqivilent of about 500% of what the meal actually cost.

Needless to say that extra cash went along way and my co-worker was astounded to say the least. But it was strange.

That was the last I saw of them while working there. I just shrugged it off as anyone else would. They were just passing through town.

To a case in some far off land. Well, another state at least.

The month went by quickly after that. I finished up at that place a few days before I was due at the University.

Five years later and I meet one of them face to face. It was a chance encounter. It was also one of my last years there.

I had taken an extra class that year, one in latin. It was where we met.

The only spare seat was next to him in the relatively small class. Only thing was the room was small compared to the other classrooms.

We just muttered some awkward hellos and went on with the class. I didn't think he recognized me at the time.

But from that day on, we kinda just sat next to each other. Sitting in silence.

Let me tell you, he was a giant. A freaky tall 6'4" giant. Sam was his name, well is his name.

We met in the University Library to study for the mid-term.

"Hey, Anna." He had greeted me. I remember glaring at him, he knew I hated that version of my name. I preferred, 'Oz'. I didn't know how I got that nickname. But it stuck with me. "Got everything?"

I had just nodded. Taking a few things out of my bag, looking for my notebook. I didn't notice when he had reached for and started flicking through my leather-bound book. In fact when I looked up, I was surprised to see his face. It was full of confusion.

He had kept looking from the book to me. When he finally realized I was looking at him, waiting to say I was crazy for carrying something like that around.

But when he didn't, when he just handed it back without question and started going over the stuff I was shocked. I wasn't thinking. I just looked at him.

"No saying I'm a freak for carrying something like that around?" I had asked.

His eyebrow raised, "No, I got out. Just like you?"

I was dumbfounded by that point. What did he mean get out? I shook my head, "I haven't 'hunted'. Anything." I stated quietly. He was about to speak when I stopped him, "Look, I know things are real. But, I was orphaned at the ripe old age of 3. My parents died, don't know how. They never told me."

That was the first Winchester I officially met. Then some crazy stuff happened not long after that, his girlfriend died in a fire. He left to go on a 'road trip' with his brother after that.

I was the only one he told that he was hunting again. In fact, he asked me to look some stuff up a few times. To email what I found to him.

I did. I helped him. His brother didn't know.

He just thought Sam up and left, not staying in contact with his old college buddies.

And that was roughly what my life was like. I finished my coarse two years later, in 2007. I had finished some side courses during the time. But now I was a qualified doctor.

But, that isn't what I went into.

No. I had to be the hero at work. Save some people from a demon after finding an exorcise incantation in my little book.

It was safe to say I got the hell out of dodge, managed to get my hands on some things I needed. Mainly because I knew I wouldn't be able to live your average life now.

I followed what the book said, case after case. Learning some things along the way. Like how to get your ass handed to you by a poltergeist.

Research was easy, the other side not so much when you were barely 5'8" and had an average frame. But I kept my hair shorter, to keep it out of the way.

Shoulder length with a side fringe. That along with my combat boots, jeans, or sometimes cargo pants/ slacks, followed by a simple singlet and black dress shirt. And to top it off a fitted grey overcoat.

It wasn't much but it was fine for what I had been doing for the past two years now. I knew there were other hunters. That whoever my parents were had been too. That they had left this journal with me to help. To keep me safe.

And I had recently gotten a call I didn't think I would ever get. From a friend who had dropped completely off the radar. Well, my radar at least.

It was from Sam.

He said he knew. He knew I had been hunting things.

And the most startling thing.

"It's the friggin' Apocalypse."